|Pippin Pinkerton (pippintern) wrote in repose,|
@ 2018-11-30 23:21:00
|Entry tags:||*log, pippin pinkerton, ren solitaire|
Who: Pippin and Ren
What: Coffee? Yes have some.
Where: Coffee/book shop
When: Morning after her post
Pippin was kind of excited to go shopping today. There were new people to meet. Coffee to drink. Music to buy along with gifts for her family back home. She really did love the holiday season. It always seemed so magical and unthreatening. It seemed like Repose would be the same. Everything to do with her new life was going just great!
She was so eager to get on with things that she woke up way earlier than necessary. To waste time she tried to figure out what to wear. After coming to a decision she belatedly checked what the weather was supposed to be like then started the process all over again. By the time she settled on her favorite pair of leggings with her favorite floppy sweater the buses were running on their regular schedule. It wouldn’t take long to get downtown, but she brought no less than three books with her in case she got to the shop before it opened. One was a study on cryptids from different cultures that share similar descriptions and mannerisms. Another was a collection of field study notes from the experiences of a groundbreaking archaeologist who discovered that translations of some myths might be wrong. The third book was Highland Passion’s Promise. She liked bodice rippers. Don’t judge. Fortunately for her, all three books were in the beat up satchel she used as a purse.
The books weren’t necessary since the shop was open when Pippin got there. Afflicted with a sudden bout of sheepishness, she crept through the door and approached the counter with her hands gripped tightly on the strap of her satchel. Her voice was practically a squeak when she opened her mouth. “Um. Is Ren here?”