|Simon will just LIVE in this booth forever. (magienoir) wrote in yegods,|
@ 2012-07-16 12:53:00
|Entry tags:||!log, simon renaud, sydni rorkov|
WHO Sydni Rorkov & Simon Renaud
WHERE Books Beneath the Bridge
WHEN July 16th, 2012, Evening
SUMMARY Sydni's spider senses are tingling.
New York City is a wealth of cultural opportunities come summer. From concert series to outdoor festivals to screenings in the parks across the city, one can't really complain about a lack of things to do. One can complain about a lack of people to do things with. Jackson has been a bit mum lately. Simon can only assume Sunny is the cause. Luz can't go anywhere at night. And, of course, Daisuke is still in DC. So Simon has had to fall back on some older ties - college friends - to fill his hours. They don't fill them quite as enjoyably as Daisuke does, but at least, it's better than sitting at home, counting the hours. So when he got a text about coming out to a free reading in Brooklyn on Monday night, he figured, why not? Worse that could happen is that it's boring, and they leave early to hit some dive bar. Though he doubts it can be too boring. History, he thinks, is usually reasonably interesting, and New York in the 30s is sure to have some curious factoids to hear.
So here he is, manning their picnic blanket and the bottles of white wine they've put in other less conspicuous bottles, while his cohorts seek out a restroom. It's all well and good. The reader is decent, and as he suspected, the content has some interesting stuff to impart. Still, he finds that the wine is making him feel a little sleepy, and by the time his friends return, he's thinking he needs to have a walk, or he really is going to fall asleep. Passing off the baton, but not leaving his bottle behind, he gets up and wanders between the people assembled - some sitting straight on the grass, some with foldable chairs, and others with blankets, like his party. The maze of people is a little hard to parse in a tipsy state, but he's not so far gone that he can't manage it, though he does feel annoyed that he has to make an actual effort to do so.
He stops at the outskirts of the gathering, stretching his arms over his head. He's felt various buzzings of magic throughout the evening, which doesn't surprise him, though he hasn't really tried to seek out the sources. Still, it seems like the kind of thing that a lot of Arts Guild regulars would be into, and it's not that far from the Catacombs. However, as he pops his shoulders, he realizes that he's feeling magic very close to him, and so he turns his head, trying to see who it is, since it doesn't really take a lot of effort from this distance to do so.