At the Brownstone: Thursday
Lana'd found a quiet corner in which to sit and think. Or, okay, maybe to hide out in. She knew she was safe here at Azirphale's and she knew Kiki and Phoebe were somewhere nearby and she knew that if Aziraphale was right this whole mess would be over sometime within the next day or so.
But still...
She was in the wrong body.
She'd had to call in "sick" to her job three days in a row.
And the least said about Rodney...
She sighed. It could be worse, she supposed.
[OOC: Open for anyone who'd be in the house or who might have reason to call or stop by.]
But still...
She was in the wrong body.
She'd had to call in "sick" to her job three days in a row.
And the least said about Rodney...
She sighed. It could be worse, she supposed.
[OOC: Open for anyone who'd be in the house or who might have reason to call or stop by.]