Who: Aemelia and Open Where: Central Park When: Sunday Night Warnings: TBD
Temptation was not something she had the nature or the nurture to overcome. Not when her earliest days were spent tripping at Dionysus's heels, learning the joys of the world. She didn't know then that indulging was addictive. How could she when she woke every morning fresh and sweet as the sap of the ash.
Modern drugs are different though, her powers by far weaker too, addiction is her lover, her only friend in this new world. And yet.. on her good days, she returns here.
Central Park, the place she sprang from the earth to breathe the air again, to walk the world and explore it's bounty. One hand lifted, curling gently around the glass globe that she wore half tucked into her shirt, holding onto her anchor as if it would give her strength.
She'd managed to have a taste, just a little, of this and that. Today's concoction had been a joint laced with opium. That had been a few hours though, time enough for clarity to slip in.. at least a little.. but not yet the trembling.