Characters: Rowan and Wil NPCs: Bowlers! Timeline:[Forward Dated] May 10th, 2013 Setting: Bowling Alley (Atlantic City) Summary: Well the random generator said: The story starts during a thunderstorm. The story takes place in the spring. and The story is set during a sporting event. During the story, someone is mistaken for someone famous. So random crackiness basically. Rating: G
Typically Rowan didn't make many deliveries outside of the area of Atlantic City known as Astoria. Her clientele was almost strictly Stories, almost but not completely. So her last run today had been going to a not located in Astoria apartment building and picking up a pair of bowling shoes, and then running them to a bowling alley because there was some sort of tournament going on.
Clutching her messenger bag that had the shoes safely tucked away in them, she glanced skyward as she got ready to enter the bowling alley. It was overcast out and looked like there might be rain. She wasn't that far from home, had in fact taken on this job because it was just traveling around the outskirts of Astoria proper, so she wasn't worried that if the sky did open up that she'd end up too soaked.
Ducking into the building that had the bowling alley in it, Rowan looked around. Ahh - there was the person she had to make the delivery too. He wasn't a Story, and this wasn't the Homelands so she didn't think the shoes she was delivering were magic. Just .... lucky apparently. Still she had been extra careful when transporting them - one could never be too careful.
Making her way over to her client, she passed over the shoes, collected her fee. Then she knew that she she should have been hightailing it for her home but - she stayed for a second, to watch the bowling.