Way of my life
Who; Minako and OPEN.
What; Now that the mist is gone, Minako's taking the opportunity to get out, look around, and maybe meet some people.
Where; The Market.
When; Tuesday afternoon.
Rating; G to start with, but subject to change depending on who she runs into.
Status; Ongoing, Open
There really hadn't been a lot of time, between the confusion of her initial arrival and the onset of the mist and the crisis it brought with it a few days later, for Minako to really get much of a look around this place she'd found herself in. Now, though, it seemed that the fog wasn't likely to be coming back again, and though she'd been careful to make sure before she left the dorm that she wasn't likely to be needed for anything for a while, in truth she thought she might be doing the best thing she could at the moment by getting herself out from underfoot. There were things she still needed to think about a little more, as well.
Besides, from the things she'd been told, there might only be so much of a chance before the next crisis hit.
The Market seemed like a reasonably safe area to wander around for a while. She walked at an ambling, unhurried face, her mp3 player with its red earphones dangling around her neck; she kept it turned off rather than shut out the sounds of the place, and now and again she found herself absently humming a bit of the last song to get stuck in her head as she moved along. Here and there she stopped at a stall or to look curiously through a window, not shopping, just looking.
What; Now that the mist is gone, Minako's taking the opportunity to get out, look around, and maybe meet some people.
Where; The Market.
When; Tuesday afternoon.
Rating; G to start with, but subject to change depending on who she runs into.
Status; Ongoing, Open
There really hadn't been a lot of time, between the confusion of her initial arrival and the onset of the mist and the crisis it brought with it a few days later, for Minako to really get much of a look around this place she'd found herself in. Now, though, it seemed that the fog wasn't likely to be coming back again, and though she'd been careful to make sure before she left the dorm that she wasn't likely to be needed for anything for a while, in truth she thought she might be doing the best thing she could at the moment by getting herself out from underfoot. There were things she still needed to think about a little more, as well.
Besides, from the things she'd been told, there might only be so much of a chance before the next crisis hit.
The Market seemed like a reasonably safe area to wander around for a while. She walked at an ambling, unhurried face, her mp3 player with its red earphones dangling around her neck; she kept it turned off rather than shut out the sounds of the place, and now and again she found herself absently humming a bit of the last song to get stuck in her head as she moved along. Here and there she stopped at a stall or to look curiously through a window, not shopping, just looking.