Ogasawara, Manami (omoikane) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-02-21 10:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | amaterasu, omoikane |
Who: Omoikane (omoikane), Amaterasu (amaterasunokami), Somewhat Open
Where: John F. Kennedy International Airport
When: Early Friday Afternoon
Rating/Warnings: Language, perhaps? Will update when due
The kids behind her didn't scream or kick her seat, and the guy beside her didn't try talking to her, so all-in-all Omoikane managed a good, relaxing flight. Even the in-flight movie seemed less lame than usual.
For the occasion, Omoikane couldn't help but purchase a glass of white wine to lull over as she fed the hours of the flight into many contemplations. Most of them involved the unrest upon the air, some were attributed to her actual business with the city, and others were simply miscellaneous.
Miscellaneous ponderings were common to her and swayed her little, and business hardly phased her anymore -- but this, this disturbance, it caught her and unsettled her. Her first priority was her pantheon, always; but as far as she could gather, they seemed uninvolved. This was good. Her next line of business was making sure that, whatever was causing the shifts in the balance, that her pantheon was at least informed and was not jeopardised.
And, admittedly, even a short time spent away was far too long... It would be good to catch up.
As soon as the plane was on the ground and Omoikane was in the terminal, she was strolling up the airport briskly, laptop bag over one shoulder and handbag over the other, fingers working furiously over the keypad of her hiptop. Amaterasu first, telling her that she had landed. Then, messages here and there; establishing appointments, setting notifications -- indeed, she was a god who lived on the screen of her phone and computer. Her entire professional life was both on her sim and encrypted on her hard drives, it was a bit ironic really.
Omoikane knew the way to the baggage claim like she knew her way blind around her own house, and managed to grab her lone suitcase off the belt and pull it along after her with a few fluid motions, and of course without putting the phone away, no time for that.
At last, when she managed to make her way out into the taxi terminal, Omoikane fired off one last message:
"I'm in the taxi terminal at John F. Kennedy International Airport. See you in about thirty-forty minutes? Thankyou for the lift."
With that, the ponderer set herself down on one of the chairs provided and pocketed her phone, folding her hands in her lap and sighing quietly.