Shirley ♕ 001
Who: truailligh and ilpromenade
What: Checking out her place of solace/trying to get back on an even keel
Where: Her place of solace
When: Day
Warnings: Maybe some language? Oh and misbehaving jukebox
In a corner of Promenade, Shirley's place of solace had popped up, a bar - more exactly a London pub - by the name of Alea Iacta Est, looking exactly the way it had when she'd last been there save for the silence and her brother not being around and making noise either. The silence was unnatural; at night the bar had always been packed with humans and the not-so-very human and by day they'd been in the flat above it or they'd been cleaning and there were always deliveries, especially for the back rooms. Blood went bad fairly quickly after all. She'd cast a ward spell the second she'd walked in and now it sat silent save for the clicking of her heels as she moved around, looking for the cleaning supplies.
The door was soon kicked ajar to let the fresh air in, propped open with an empty crate that Cedric had probably been told to put outside in the early hours of their last working morning and the jukebox chose that moment to come to life, music spilling out into the street as she made her way back over to the bar, dropping her mask and PORTAL behind the counter and out of the way as she started wiping down the countertop, humming along to the beat.
[[ooc: The jukebox misbehaves frequently - it plays songs from home, a song about that person or whatever they want to hear or a song that hits a little too close to home regarding their current situation but the second you think about something else - or if someone else does so or walks in - it goes back to behaving itself.]]
What: Checking out her place of solace/trying to get back on an even keel
Where: Her place of solace
When: Day
Warnings: Maybe some language? Oh and misbehaving jukebox
In a corner of Promenade, Shirley's place of solace had popped up, a bar - more exactly a London pub - by the name of Alea Iacta Est, looking exactly the way it had when she'd last been there save for the silence and her brother not being around and making noise either. The silence was unnatural; at night the bar had always been packed with humans and the not-so-very human and by day they'd been in the flat above it or they'd been cleaning and there were always deliveries, especially for the back rooms. Blood went bad fairly quickly after all. She'd cast a ward spell the second she'd walked in and now it sat silent save for the clicking of her heels as she moved around, looking for the cleaning supplies.
The door was soon kicked ajar to let the fresh air in, propped open with an empty crate that Cedric had probably been told to put outside in the early hours of their last working morning and the jukebox chose that moment to come to life, music spilling out into the street as she made her way back over to the bar, dropping her mask and PORTAL behind the counter and out of the way as she started wiping down the countertop, humming along to the beat.
[[ooc: The jukebox misbehaves frequently - it plays songs from home, a song about that person or whatever they want to hear or a song that hits a little too close to home regarding their current situation but the second you think about something else - or if someone else does so or walks in - it goes back to behaving itself.]]