Who: Booker, Kit & Meredith What: Quick outing Where: Lantern festival When: November 15th Ratings: None Status: On-going
After the open post and the talk with Blair, Booker hadn't really wanted to keep up with his promise to go to the lantern festival with Miss Crogan and Kit but he wasn't the type to go back on promises. Then again, he'd done a lot of things recently that just were not him but he didn't want to continue on that streak. He wanted to be settled. Wanted to be his old self. Of course, that wouldn't be quite right from now on but it wasn't something he'd fully worry over. He shouldn't be worried at all but old hurts were coming back, remembered almost too vividly thanks to those dolls. A good part of him thought that they had to have known they were going to be neutralized and were reaching out to those they hadn't really bothered before. He'd had the bruises, yes, but the dreams hadn't been at the same level others had received.
For this little adventure, he decided to dress slightly different than normal. Everything was dark but instead of black everything, he'd worn a white shirt. It was the only one he owned and it usually sat at the back of his closet. Hair slicked back, glasses on, suit immaculate, he headed out for the entrance to the cirque. It was slightly after dusk, the beginning of the festival missed, but for vampires, this was a must. It would have been an almost instant death had he left early so that the group could catch the beginning of it. Even so, it had seen the woman he had asked to accompany him accepted the fact that they would be late.
When he reached where the ticket booth stood, ready to sell to the humans that would come see what the cirque had to offer, he was exactly on time. An hour after sunset. This punctual time was part of his old self and he appreciated it.