expletives (Peter, post-Cas thread)
Starting the day by running off in short shorts to stop someone from being eaten by baby allosauruses was stressful.
Happily, once that was over, Destiny was able to go back to her cabin unscathed. Once there, she had some time to poke around her living room area and see what was left for her.
There were a lot of things here she could use, and right away Destiny started to grab herbs and liquids off of the tall shelf left for her, gathering them into the crook of her arm. She might be stuck here, but that didn't mean she couldn't do a little bit of folk magic to find out what was going on with people she cared about. At worst, it wouldn't work. At best, she'd feel better about everything. Likely, she was going to need a drink. But she had to know what was going on in Hemlock Grove without her.
Destiny ground some of the herbs with a mortar and pestle, then started some water for tea. She took the blue liquid that had been on the shelf and poured it and the herb mixture into the tea once the water boiled. She opened a drawer to see how good these alien captors were gonna be to her... and it turned out pretty good. She didn't have everything she needed, but it was close.
She grabbed the cup of tea and sat down in one of the nearby chairs to drink it. Almost instantly, she could see Lynda in Romania. That was good. She was frustrated, but safe. Trying to grocery shop not knowing the language. There was something hazy about Roman, and Destiny wasn't sure if that was because she didn't really care about him or because she was missing some ingredients. There was nothing about Miranda. No further information about the guys in the masks, but she didn't care about them, either, so, Destiny wasn't surprised.
Then it was like she got hit by lightning.
Peter.
She could see Peter, and he was in the old west town they'd all just been in. He was turning against the moon--again. He was out under the stars smoking a cigarette.
"Ooooh, you motherfucker," Destiny said. She took another long gulp. He was here, too. And apparently he was sitting outside one of the cabins, just in front of the front door.
Smoking.
She was out the door like a shot.
Happily, once that was over, Destiny was able to go back to her cabin unscathed. Once there, she had some time to poke around her living room area and see what was left for her.
There were a lot of things here she could use, and right away Destiny started to grab herbs and liquids off of the tall shelf left for her, gathering them into the crook of her arm. She might be stuck here, but that didn't mean she couldn't do a little bit of folk magic to find out what was going on with people she cared about. At worst, it wouldn't work. At best, she'd feel better about everything. Likely, she was going to need a drink. But she had to know what was going on in Hemlock Grove without her.
Destiny ground some of the herbs with a mortar and pestle, then started some water for tea. She took the blue liquid that had been on the shelf and poured it and the herb mixture into the tea once the water boiled. She opened a drawer to see how good these alien captors were gonna be to her... and it turned out pretty good. She didn't have everything she needed, but it was close.
She grabbed the cup of tea and sat down in one of the nearby chairs to drink it. Almost instantly, she could see Lynda in Romania. That was good. She was frustrated, but safe. Trying to grocery shop not knowing the language. There was something hazy about Roman, and Destiny wasn't sure if that was because she didn't really care about him or because she was missing some ingredients. There was nothing about Miranda. No further information about the guys in the masks, but she didn't care about them, either, so, Destiny wasn't surprised.
Then it was like she got hit by lightning.
Peter.
She could see Peter, and he was in the old west town they'd all just been in. He was turning against the moon--again. He was out under the stars smoking a cigarette.
"Ooooh, you motherfucker," Destiny said. She took another long gulp. He was here, too. And apparently he was sitting outside one of the cabins, just in front of the front door.
Smoking.
She was out the door like a shot.