|Pippin Pinkerton (pippintern) wrote in repose,|
@ 2019-04-28 19:09:00
|Entry tags:||*log, kratos spartan, pippin pinkerton|
Who: Pippin and Kratos
What: They need to speak...apparently
When: Sunday evening
Where: Pizza joint with beer
She'd been asleep. In a coma? Something. Not only that but she'd dream hopped. It was refreshing to know she'd hopped into a friend's dream, even if it had been bloody, gooey and messy. Dietre was still her friend. Nothing would change that. When Pippin made herself your friend she stuck. When she woke up, she'd been surprised to find herself surrounded by a whole bunch of people, some of whom had been asleep, too. Pippin had waited long enough to get information then slipped away to go home. It was during the very long shower she'd had when she realized that she wasn't feeling as hurt as she had been. Maybe her mind worked through some stuff while she'd been asleep. It could happen. Right? Whatever, she was glad it was dulled down. Now she could work without being desperate.
The guy from the woods and the Cultoid infestation had made contact. Kratos wanted to talk. Gleep. No doubt he wanted to yell at her for putting herself...and then him...in danger. Won't this be fun. But she'd take it. Honestly, she'd earned it. She was just glad he was willing to do it over beer and pizza. She could stuff her face while he went off on her. She felt like she hadn't eaten in days!
It hadn't taken long for her to pull herself together into some clean clothes then get out the door. She lived close enough to the pizza place she just walked there. Once she got there she picked out a table by the bay windows, tossed her bag under a chair then sat to wait for him to show up.