The road paved in good deeds
Characters: Glacian (Yawgmoth), Molly Carpenter
Time: Midday, the day before the timeloop
Location: Somewhere near the Blackstone Hotel and Mercy Clinic.
Content: Meredith, the clinic's receptionist is having a hard time getting groceries back to the clinic, Molly offers her help and gets to meet Glacian.
Format: Let's go with prose.
Warnings: None actually. Maybe Molly's own thoughts about middle-age men. >_>
It wasn't until she was well on her way back home did Meredith realize how much of a bad idea this was. There was only a few short blocks left to go, but her back and her knees made it quite clear that wasn't going to happen. To make matters worse, her grip on the the two full paper bag of groceries were slipping, the rather large roundness of her pregnant belly making it just a little more difficult to carry the groceries properly.
"No no no!" Meredith stammered as she wrestled with the bags some more, hefting them back up in more steady position in her arms with a soft grunt. Not that the moment would last long, giving her only an instant to pull an auburn lock away from her face before the bags started to slowly slide right back down again.
Time: Midday, the day before the timeloop
Location: Somewhere near the Blackstone Hotel and Mercy Clinic.
Content: Meredith, the clinic's receptionist is having a hard time getting groceries back to the clinic, Molly offers her help and gets to meet Glacian.
Format: Let's go with prose.
Warnings: None actually. Maybe Molly's own thoughts about middle-age men. >_>
It wasn't until she was well on her way back home did Meredith realize how much of a bad idea this was. There was only a few short blocks left to go, but her back and her knees made it quite clear that wasn't going to happen. To make matters worse, her grip on the the two full paper bag of groceries were slipping, the rather large roundness of her pregnant belly making it just a little more difficult to carry the groceries properly.
"No no no!" Meredith stammered as she wrestled with the bags some more, hefting them back up in more steady position in her arms with a soft grunt. Not that the moment would last long, giving her only an instant to pull an auburn lock away from her face before the bags started to slowly slide right back down again.