|whichdaddysgirl (whichdaddysgirl) wrote in yegods,|
@ 2012-07-12 15:45:00
|Entry tags:||!log, #npc:coyote, isabelle cooper|
WHO: Izzy Cooper and Coyote
WHERE: Izzy's apartment
WHEN: July 12, evening
SUMMARY: Something tells me Daddy is disappointed in his little girl
Izzy's day had been one of those that was busy but productive. She'd gone into work early so she could take off for a fitting with Ava. She's decided on some amazing clothes for Ava to make for her and she'd done a ton of grocery shopping. She suspected that she would probably end up feeding half of the people she knew with what she'd purchased but she liked to cook and doing something where the steps were second nature to her gave her time to think. And she had a lot to think about.
She'd managed to find two of the eight phones in a week and a half which was completely not where she wanted to be with Mitra's task. She had been debating about posting on the godling net to see if anyone had noticed their texts becoming reality. She had a sneaking suspicion that someone who knew Ken well had one of the phones because he wasn't quite acting like himself. She'd fixed Ava's so that left the strong possibilities that it could be either Odette or Rylee. She figured that she could stop by the Catacombs tomorrow after work and do a thorough search. And then put something up on the network Saturday if she wasn't closer to the end.
As worried as she was about the phones and her task she couldn't help but admit that she'd spent a disproportionate amount of time thinking about the thing that had eaten Mitra. Even though it hadn't been interested in her she could feel in her bones that this thing was a huge threat but she had no idea what it was or where it came from. And that made her feel even more lost. She was trying to fit in and to figure things out but sometimes it seemed like every day gave her a dozen different things to remember or reminded her in a dozen different ways that she really didn't know what the fuck she was doing.
She was so completely caught up in her thoughts that she reached for the pan she'd been using to sautee andouilli sausage with her bare hand. She jerked it away before she could actually injure herself but it smarted like hell. She quickly turned the cold water on and put her hand under the stream. The immediate relief told her that she hadn't actually burned herself but it was still a dumb move.