who ? Tansy Clarke and Samantha Wayland. when ? Tuesday 16th of January, afternoon. where ? Shopette. what ? Tansy is bored. warnings/rating ? SFW. status ? Complete.
Rest days, Tansy felt, were difficult. She knew she had to take them (she didn't really understand the science of why, because no one had ever explained it to her), but she hated the way they dragged on. Her morning had been occupied - breakfast, cardio, meditation to keep improving her focus, lunch. Most of her afternoons would be filled as well, with strength-training, or skills (supernatural or otherwise), but some days she wasn't supposed to do anything. Which was why, after lunch, she'd wandered over to Shopette. She didn't really need to shop - she liked the food from the cafeteria well enough, she had enough clothes to keep her going, and she wasn't much of a reader. Jester provided for her entertainment needs with a steady stream of her brother's NFL games, and youtube clips of gymnasts, fire-eaters and whatever else he thought she might like. In fact, she knew she had footage of the National Judges Cup waiting for her in her room, but watching that would only make her want to practice more.
She'd been drawn towards the flickering of flame, only to realise to her disgust that they were those fake candles that used lights to create the impression they were real. They were piled on a table among a selection of other oddments that were clearly unbought Christmas gifts. Tansy found herself wishing she could extinguish the fake candles as easily as she could have if they'd been real. Except, of course, had they been real she wouldn't have wanted to. As it was, the flickering was annoying. She moved to where she wouldn't have to see it, examining a set of barbecue tools. (Did anyone in Limbo have a barbecue? Tansy had never seen one.) Next to those, was an item Tansy couldn't identify. It looked more like a piece of armour, albeit a weird one, than a gift. "Is there a box for this?" Tansy asked, to anyone who might be listening. She dimly remembered her dad complaining about how annoying it was when people took things out of boxes in his shop, leaving the empty packaging around where someone was bound to pick it up and want to buy it.