The Rocky Bits, Monday Night
The dorm roof had been her smoking place of choice when she'd been a student, and while the temptation to find her way back up there existed, Katchoo didn't feel like dealing with the newer kids (also the trespassing) just for the sake of familiarity.
So the Rocky Bits it was; they were as good a spot as any to brood, and she had a lot to brood about even on days when there wasn't a giant multiversal crisis erasing friends and acquaintances and friends-of-friends from existence.
The brooding, therefore, was extra strong with Katchoo tonight as she exhaled slow streams of smoke into the cold night air and watched as they spiraled up into the sky (St. Louis was better than L.A., but there was still enough light pollution to make Fandom's stars stunning by comparison) and dissipated.
[OOC: Broody, yes, but open.]
So the Rocky Bits it was; they were as good a spot as any to brood, and she had a lot to brood about even on days when there wasn't a giant multiversal crisis erasing friends and acquaintances and friends-of-friends from existence.
The brooding, therefore, was extra strong with Katchoo tonight as she exhaled slow streams of smoke into the cold night air and watched as they spiraled up into the sky (St. Louis was better than L.A., but there was still enough light pollution to make Fandom's stars stunning by comparison) and dissipated.
[OOC: Broody, yes, but open.]