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isleofavalon2021-05-14 06:49 pm
ichoosefight) wrote in isleofavalon2021-05-14 06:49 pm
Once a Bat, always a Night Person [Open]
🧙 WHO: Stephanie Brown and YOU
⚔️️ WHAT: Settling in
🕒 WHEN: Around arrival: after midnight, 6am and afternoon
🗺️ WHERE: Around town, the breakfast buffet and outside a cafe
⚠️ WARNINGS: None
1. Old Habits
Steph has been staying up all night since she was 15 years old. That's 4 years of getting most of her exercise well after dark, and 1 year of night shift that may well have been more work than being a vigilante. Her arrival had been hectic and tiring, but she just couldn't force herself to go to bed at what society generally considered a 'normal hour'.
Instead she wanders the town after dark, taking a meandering route and keeping an eye on the rooftops, just out of habit. She has some of her weapons, but she has no intention of taking up the cowl again here. It's fricken Camelot, how much crime can there really be?
She barely notices anybody that might be on the streets. She has a lot on her mind, and not just deciding whether or not she's dreaming all of this.
She makes it across almost every inch of town before the sun rises.
2. Continental Breakfast
She happens upon the hotel's breakfast entirely by accident, and while she's actually on her way to bed she can't say no to free food. For a few days she's there every morning at 6am, hoarding muffins and keeping a half-full cup of coffee as close to her face as she can without looking too weird. She doesn't drink it, she just likes to keep it close. She's missed this smell. Given, it's probably not very good coffee, but it's a hell of a lot more coffee-like than what she's been drinking for the last few months.
Every now and then she takes a deep whiff of the untouched coffee and quietly sighs in satisfaction.
3. Magic was easier in books
Steph sits at a table outside a cafe, a truly gigantic mug and an assortment of coffee-condiments in front of her. The mug is full to the brim with latte, but it's already her second cup. Four packets of sugar and three wooden stir-sticks are pushed to the outside of the group, glowing brightly enough to be noticeable in the middle of the day.
She was trying to make them invisible. She hasn't had any success. Maybe she should try reverse psychology, she thinks. If she tries to make the sugar packet in front of her glow, maybe it will vanish instead.
She's been at it long enough that she's scowling as she focuses on the packet, making fists with both hands and splaying her fingers at the thing every time she makes an attempt.
"Glow," she mutters under her breath. "Glow! W...olg? Wolg. Lumos!" Unconsciously raising her volume, she makes a noise of frustration and tries one more time.
That final attempt has some effect at least. A dozen needles made of light pin the packet in place, stuck at all angles as if they had circled it when she wasn't looking. For a moment she just stares at it.
"...What?"
[ooc | brackets also accepted! ]
⚔️️ WHAT: Settling in
🕒 WHEN: Around arrival: after midnight, 6am and afternoon
🗺️ WHERE: Around town, the breakfast buffet and outside a cafe
⚠️ WARNINGS: None
1. Old Habits
Steph has been staying up all night since she was 15 years old. That's 4 years of getting most of her exercise well after dark, and 1 year of night shift that may well have been more work than being a vigilante. Her arrival had been hectic and tiring, but she just couldn't force herself to go to bed at what society generally considered a 'normal hour'.
Instead she wanders the town after dark, taking a meandering route and keeping an eye on the rooftops, just out of habit. She has some of her weapons, but she has no intention of taking up the cowl again here. It's fricken Camelot, how much crime can there really be?
She barely notices anybody that might be on the streets. She has a lot on her mind, and not just deciding whether or not she's dreaming all of this.
She makes it across almost every inch of town before the sun rises.
2. Continental Breakfast
She happens upon the hotel's breakfast entirely by accident, and while she's actually on her way to bed she can't say no to free food. For a few days she's there every morning at 6am, hoarding muffins and keeping a half-full cup of coffee as close to her face as she can without looking too weird. She doesn't drink it, she just likes to keep it close. She's missed this smell. Given, it's probably not very good coffee, but it's a hell of a lot more coffee-like than what she's been drinking for the last few months.
Every now and then she takes a deep whiff of the untouched coffee and quietly sighs in satisfaction.
3. Magic was easier in books
Steph sits at a table outside a cafe, a truly gigantic mug and an assortment of coffee-condiments in front of her. The mug is full to the brim with latte, but it's already her second cup. Four packets of sugar and three wooden stir-sticks are pushed to the outside of the group, glowing brightly enough to be noticeable in the middle of the day.
She was trying to make them invisible. She hasn't had any success. Maybe she should try reverse psychology, she thinks. If she tries to make the sugar packet in front of her glow, maybe it will vanish instead.
She's been at it long enough that she's scowling as she focuses on the packet, making fists with both hands and splaying her fingers at the thing every time she makes an attempt.
"Glow," she mutters under her breath. "Glow! W...olg? Wolg. Lumos!" Unconsciously raising her volume, she makes a noise of frustration and tries one more time.
That final attempt has some effect at least. A dozen needles made of light pin the packet in place, stuck at all angles as if they had circled it when she wasn't looking. For a moment she just stares at it.
"...What?"
[ooc | brackets also accepted! ]
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"You've got coffee. This is miles away from Hell."
She twists her mouth, taking a moment to think about how best to explain this.
"I guess you could say the sky fell. A year ago part of town got cut off from the rest of the world. We've been on our own ever since. No supplies, no information, nothing."
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"You can probably imagine, people didn't exactly take it well. Actually, they're still not taking it well. So the clinic's been pretty busy."
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"I'm here now. And I've got coffee. Real coffee, made from actual coffee beans. The end of the world can suck it."
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"Totally. And there's plenty of milk, food that didn't come from a can... my guinea pig is here for some reason, and she doesn't have to worry about being emergency rations anymore. Plus the sky, actual weather, water that isn't our gross, polluted bay... and people who aren't either half-crazy or half-dead inside. Actually, I could use the break from nursing."
If her tone sounds odd, it's because Steph is trying to convince herself that there are things here worth being happy about even if everyone she knows back home turns out to be dead. She's been awake way too long today for her normal resilience.
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There had been talk about seeing if people could travel between different worlds after being here. If that was possible, could they send help to her world too?
If they could figure out how to do that...
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She starts picking apart another muffin when she yawns. It goes on a lot longer than she expected when it started. She rubs a watering eye.
"I guess I should get to bed, huh."
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"It was nice meeting you." She gives him one last smile after dragging herself to her feet, then goes to clean up.