Graveyard, Sunday Afternoon
Bay had picked up just enough about the weirdness going on to know she wanted no part of it. She'd mostly stayed in the relative safety of her room, sketching and listening to music.
In other words, it wasn't that different from any other weekend.
But by Sunday afternoon, it was clear the weird wasn't either dangerous or affecting her. Going out seemed relatively safe. It was in a vaguely melancholy mood that she took a shortcut through the graveyard and spotted a pretty, petite dark-haired girl with wicked eye makeup.
"Hey," Didi said cheerily. "What's up?"
"Getting something to eat," Bay said. "I don't know you, do I?"
Didi smiled at her. "You don't, but I know you."
That weirded Bay out more than a little, but it was clear the Goth chick wasn't any kind of a threat. And, as they kept talking, it turned out Didi was right -- and had some helpful advice to boot.
[OOC: Open post with minor OCD to come!]
In other words, it wasn't that different from any other weekend.
But by Sunday afternoon, it was clear the weird wasn't either dangerous or affecting her. Going out seemed relatively safe. It was in a vaguely melancholy mood that she took a shortcut through the graveyard and spotted a pretty, petite dark-haired girl with wicked eye makeup.
"Hey," Didi said cheerily. "What's up?"
"Getting something to eat," Bay said. "I don't know you, do I?"
Didi smiled at her. "You don't, but I know you."
That weirded Bay out more than a little, but it was clear the Goth chick wasn't any kind of a threat. And, as they kept talking, it turned out Didi was right -- and had some helpful advice to boot.
[OOC: Open post with minor OCD to come!]