WHO: Tara Maclay and Black Ops military team (aka Tyrone's bitches) WHERE: Random Sidewalk. WHEN: Late afternoon. WHAT: Sometimes it's Glinda, not Dorothy that gets swept away. Ratings: TBD STATUS: Closed/Incomplete
Tara was getting pretty adjusted to life in a big city. She was finding that she was liking L.A., even when you factored in the part of not being able to leave unless the powers decided. She had been visiting the Museum of Art's Costume and Textile collection. Tara had always had a fascination with how people were in other times. The tiny things. What they did in their every day lives, the culture. What they read, what they created. A fan of modernly quirky clothing, it made sense that she was curious defined as quirky (and even normal) by another periods standards. To see both the subtle and great differences.
To say that she had enjoyed herself that day was a great understatement. Sadly some time before the sunset, she left because she had other things that she needed to do. And couldn't lose herself a bit more in the museum. Tara would have to save doing a bit more of that for another day. She took a taxi to a supermarket, got somethings, then to another to Lavender's magic shop and bought some supplies. A few more places after that found her leaving McDonald's with a McFlurry. Yes it was cool outside but she couldn't help herself. She'd gotten the need to indulge.
The sun was getting lower but she had enough time to get to the Hyperion before it was dark enough to worry. Which was why she decided to walk, eating her ice cream, and not at all minding the cool air that pinked her cheeks.