Who: LSD & OPEN What: Miscellaneous happenings somewhere between club night and college Where: The club and the room above it? When: Saturday night Warnings: Drug use, tbd
Harmony hadn't really wanted to leave the Nook, not when it was one of the few places he had left that still felt like a hug to him, but he didn't feel like he had any choice at the same time.
He wasn't used to being alone, even after that horrible time when he'd died and been resurrected on his own, he'd still had disciples and his faithful, but now... he'd realised when Tracer had left on that roadtrip, Speed was still with his mortal boyfriend whose name Harmony had problems remembering. The Nook wasn't home to him; it was just a building where home sometimes stayed, his brother, his family, that was home but that wasn't really a good thing, was it.
Home had always been people, not places, and Harmony had always moved. He was a born traveller; the first trip in history had been taken on a bicycle, he'd moved in circles then passed hand-to-hand and by word of mouth and then there had been the glory days in buses, with large groups of people moving who knew where, it didn't matter because with him nobody cared. He was tethered to the people not to the buildings but it had only been the tight family bond that had kept him from feeling cut loose. He didn't think he'd ever get used to being without it and maybe it was this, maybe it was a physical place that he was lacking that made him feel so lost.
Either that or seeing Tracer comfortable enough to leave him without worry made him feel that he could leave without worry too.
He'd taken little save some clothes and music and had gone out to find his perfect place, winding up in a room above a nightclub for low, low rates that he paid in himself, drugs or his mouth. He didn't mind, he thought his landlord had a bit of a thing for him, something that he confirmed when they got high together. It wasn't nice being alone, but being above the music he'd once been a part of felt nice and there were always mortals to pick up even if they were never as able to connect to him as his brothers were.
The best thing about his 'house' was that he was about fifteen minutes away from the local campus; he wandered the halls soaking up the feeling of inquisitive minds, found the pockets of students like the ones he'd known before, trying to break down the meaning of the universe while they used him. He tried to forget how he'd first became a person in a place just like this one and let himself be pulled down into experimentation and excitement, as though he was a brand new drug. He hung out with hip college kids who laughed at him for his slightly spaced out mannerisms but still hung out with him anyway, and when he wasn't roaming dead memories on campus he danced and fucked and got high in the club just downstairs, although the bathroom there was a place he avoided; it made him uncomfortable though he couldn't tell why.
This is where Saturday night found him, making his way to the club after he'd eaten out some random chick while her boyfriend had fucked him, his clothes loose and rumpled, his hair a mess and smelling of sex and cigarettes. He was giggling though, flying loose and liquid on himself and letting his fingers trail too long in apology over the bodies of the people he bumped into as he made his way back home.