Who: Laudanum and Pasithea Where: Canal Street When: Wednesday afternoon Warnings: TBD, likely few if any
Laudanum liked Canal Street. She liked Chinatown and East New York and almost all of the Bronx, anywhere considered a less-than-ideal part of town. Those socialites, once among her most devoted followers, had all turned away to their Xanaxes and Valiums these days. But on the seedier sides of town, she was still welcomed and loved. Little girl lost with a basketful of things to take the pain away; even if she hadn't been a goddess she had made enough "influential" friends that she didn't have to worry about coming to harm while walking unescorted.
But she'd always had a fondness for Canal Street. There were pretty things for sale and always so many people to talk to. Even if the things were fake and the people pushed her out of the way since she neither bought nor sold any goods, Laudanum loved to spend her days among the crowds. Today, she was sitting on a lawn chair in front of a crowded storefront where the proprietor specialized in grey market handbags. She had known the man years ago, when he was sleeping every night at the Bowery Mission just a few blocks away, and now she watched his daughter twice a week while his wife picked their other son up from school.
The two-year-old was a warm, sleepy weight in her arms as she stood up to hand her off to the mother. This time, it was particularly hard to let the child go -- Laudanum wondered about that as she set off at a leisurely stroll down the sidewalk. Perhaps it was that she missed her own family? She simply couldn't recall the last time she had seen any of her siblings, or whether any of them were living in the city. What was she doing here? Frowning, Laudanum stopped paying attention to where she was going as she tried to remember.
And since she wasn't paying attention to where she walked, she most certainly wasn't paying attention to people traveling in the opposite direction that she could very easily run into... until she did run into one of them.