21st Fairy Tale § Action
[House 7]
[It's early when Jilly returns to the house, dark circles under her eyes from a long night awake, but smiling. With the sun only just beginning to peek over the horizon, she doesn't want to disturb anyone, but she's not sneaking. Well. Not really. She swears.
Early risers (or night owls) might catch her on her way to her room, but once there she crashes...and she won't be seen again until later that afternoon]
[CH 4]
[Jilly hadn't lived here for months. Not since Jack's willful kidnapping attempt and Buffy's invitation to move in with her and McCoy. But the apartment still worked as a makeshift studio...a place where she could spread out and work without being underfoot for the other four housemates in Seven.
Between the paint and the heat, the rooms are stifling when she lets herself in. Soon all the windows have been thrown wide, the door to the fourth floor hallway propped open to provide a bit of fresh air (and hopefully a breeze).
She'd started a pot of coffee when she got in, before promptly forgetting it and setting to work. Her emotions are a tangle in her head, caught up between determination and worry and relief from too many serious conversations and difficult situations in the past few weeks. She needs to get it straight, and the canvas on her easel is her means of doing so.]
[ooc: The studio is open mainly for Katie, but anyone is welcome to catch her either there, at Seven, or anywhere in between.]
[It's early when Jilly returns to the house, dark circles under her eyes from a long night awake, but smiling. With the sun only just beginning to peek over the horizon, she doesn't want to disturb anyone, but she's not sneaking. Well. Not really. She swears.
Early risers (or night owls) might catch her on her way to her room, but once there she crashes...and she won't be seen again until later that afternoon]
[CH 4]
[Jilly hadn't lived here for months. Not since Jack's willful kidnapping attempt and Buffy's invitation to move in with her and McCoy. But the apartment still worked as a makeshift studio...a place where she could spread out and work without being underfoot for the other four housemates in Seven.
Between the paint and the heat, the rooms are stifling when she lets herself in. Soon all the windows have been thrown wide, the door to the fourth floor hallway propped open to provide a bit of fresh air (and hopefully a breeze).
She'd started a pot of coffee when she got in, before promptly forgetting it and setting to work. Her emotions are a tangle in her head, caught up between determination and worry and relief from too many serious conversations and difficult situations in the past few weeks. She needs to get it straight, and the canvas on her easel is her means of doing so.]
[ooc: The studio is open mainly for Katie, but anyone is welcome to catch her either there, at Seven, or anywhere in between.]