It's The End Of The World As We Know It

It was strange, but even in this screwed up world, Eden was starting to get a sense of order.

She thought she should probably be trying to get her life back, but since she didn't have the first clue of how to start that... Living as normally as possible right here seemed like the best plan.

So, come sunset, after who knew how many days in this city, she was huddled up in a fair number of layers on the roof of the YMCA with a small fire warming up a few cans of food salvaged from the mess in the kitchen.

Or, more ignoring the food and sitting on the fire escape looking out across the desolate landscape. There was really only so long you could stare at a tin of ravioli taking this length of time to warm through.

[[Open for any in the MFA/back bay group.]]

Tara had been in her dorm room with Willow, desperately trying to find a spell that could stop all the weird weather in California and the rest of the world. Then the air had literally torn open and a powerful force had ripped her from Willow's arms. She lost consciousness at some point, and when she woke up, she found herself lying on concrete. Dazed, she stood, looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings. The road in front of her torn up and covered with rubble from collapsing buildings, but when she turned around, she found a building that looked relatively intact and museum-like. Hoping to find something that would tell her where she was, she headed towards it.

She tentatively walked up the steps and passed through the front doors and moved through the quiet, dark entrance hall. There was no one at the desk marked "Information Center," and the phone she found there didn't work. She moved further into the museum and turned left down a corridor, casting a spell to light her way.

The first exhibit she stumbled across was a history of shoes. She smiled a little, thinking Buffy would enjoy it. If, you know, the world wasn't ending outside.

[Game on! Open to any in the MFA/Back Bay group! Feel free to stumble into the MFA or holler from the outside.]