Claire was pretty much invincible. She could heal quickly. She couldn't die. So why was she so afraid to leave her apartment unless she had to? Why had she allowed herself to let anyone scare her this way? Enough that she hardly left her apartment. No one knew she was here. At least no one who was looking for her ( Read more... )

Even though the intermittent rain over the last few days had canceled the street fair, the dance was still happening as scheduled.

There was punch, both spiked and unspiked, snacks, and a lot of loud music.

[ooc: dance open to ALL - handwave flyers and other notifications]

Piper was a bit subdued today when she opened the restaurant. She was thinking about Lana after what she had heard on the news. She was definitely going to have to check on her later.

For now, the Coven was very much open.

Callisto poised herself at the edge of the duck pond, flinging bits of day-old bread violently at the waterfowl.

She chuckled when she bonked them on the head. It was the closest thing to getting her homicidal tendencies out, these days.

[ooc: Open!

For sake of continuity, Faith's thread takes place before Prue's]

Callisto was again waitressing, much to Kiffany's discomfort.

She wore her uniform well.

And had a dagger in both of her boots (they didn't go with the uniform, but she insisted very vehemently).

Would you sit in her section? Hmmmm?

[one sec Open!]

Callisto was again perched in a tree, though her sword was not drawn. She watched the leaves, the ducks, those who passed by. She was getting restless, certainly. But this time did not offer her what she wanted, and she was going even more out of her mind because of that.

[ooc: Open]

Callisto was poised in a tree, her sword drawn.

She would growl at any children that came near. She didn't want to speak with them, didn't want to play. She loathed them all, like they were rats.

[ooc: Open, heheheh.]

Callisto was out, practicing her sword forms. She would not yet give up on her skills.

[ooc: Very open]

Today, Callisto was on active duty as a waitress. Often, they put her at work in the kitchen to keep her away from customers. Today... they resigned to put her out there in her little uniform with her pad of paper.

She would be unhappy to take your order. But she has to, it's her job.

[ooc: OCD, hold on. Open now.]

Faith sat on the porch steps, a beer between her knees, cigarette between her lips. She exhaled a deep breath.

She was bored.

[open, as porches are]