I've heard the rumors, started fires, I sowed a sordid lot...
Characters: Ebenezar, whoever wants to help/run into him
Time: Daytime, early afternoon
Location: The grocery store at the corner of S. Wabash and W. Roosevelt.
Content: Grumpy old man shopping for food and magic supplies.
Format: Either
Warnings: Curmudgeon on Aisle Three!
It was a bright, brisk autumn day, and Ebenezar felt invigorated by the walk out of the hotel and down a few blocks. Despite being utterly unhelpful when it came to matters of relevance like "what are we all doing here" and "did you not see the vampire that walked across the street", the Blackstone's staff was, in fact, quite helpful when it came to mundane questions such as "where is the closest grocery store". Having figured that out, Ebenezar went for an outing, bypassing cars that sputtered to a painful death if he looked at them for too long, and relying on his legs.
The grocery store soon came into view with its facade of plate glass and concrete, and Ebenezar quickened his steps. Despite his enjoyment, there was a reason for his leaving the hotel for the afternoon, and he'd better get on it. The automatic doors gave a little spasm as he neared, but continued opening, and Ebenezar sighed, envisioning a perfect circle surrounding him in his mind. With a bare effort of will, he closed the mental circle, effectively cutting himself off from the fool electronics within the store. He didn't like having to do it, but if it meant getting his errands done quickly without risking the death of a thousand gadgets, well, it was probably best.
Eying the signs, he grabbed a shopping cart and headed for the spices.
Time: Daytime, early afternoon
Location: The grocery store at the corner of S. Wabash and W. Roosevelt.
Content: Grumpy old man shopping for food and magic supplies.
Format: Either
Warnings: Curmudgeon on Aisle Three!
It was a bright, brisk autumn day, and Ebenezar felt invigorated by the walk out of the hotel and down a few blocks. Despite being utterly unhelpful when it came to matters of relevance like "what are we all doing here" and "did you not see the vampire that walked across the street", the Blackstone's staff was, in fact, quite helpful when it came to mundane questions such as "where is the closest grocery store". Having figured that out, Ebenezar went for an outing, bypassing cars that sputtered to a painful death if he looked at them for too long, and relying on his legs.
The grocery store soon came into view with its facade of plate glass and concrete, and Ebenezar quickened his steps. Despite his enjoyment, there was a reason for his leaving the hotel for the afternoon, and he'd better get on it. The automatic doors gave a little spasm as he neared, but continued opening, and Ebenezar sighed, envisioning a perfect circle surrounding him in his mind. With a bare effort of will, he closed the mental circle, effectively cutting himself off from the fool electronics within the store. He didn't like having to do it, but if it meant getting his errands done quickly without risking the death of a thousand gadgets, well, it was probably best.
Eying the signs, he grabbed a shopping cart and headed for the spices.