Billy Batson (withamagicword) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-09-13 10:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 09, billy batson, tristan moore |
RP: The Creamy Goodness Quest
Characters: Billy Batson and Tristan Moore
Time/Date: Starting out around 8 a.m. on Monday morning
Location: The kitchen, then the mall, and back again.
Warnings/Rating: TBD
Summary: Billy goes looking for the makings of milkshakes, finds them, and comes back to make them, encountering Tristan as he works.
Status: Complete!
It was a good feeling, with warm sheets, and a warm room, after a hot shower and some food last night. Now he was ensconced in a t-shirt and sweatpants that had been hanging in his closet and in his size, he felt clean and warm. He had dried out his socks and shoes as best he could, and they actually felt solid and not squishy for the first time in weeks.
Sleep in dry warmth had been good, though he worried about Mary and felt guilty that he now felt safe and warm and she was still out there in Fawcett. Maybe these guys would pick her up too? And would that be a good thing? Going from homeless despair to warm captivity? Billy wasn't sure. He felt good right now, but that was different from what might happen later.
Searching the cabinets and area around the kitchen was his first step. A blender, ice cream, milk, and ice, the ingredients necessary to make a milkshake, were his goals. Somewhere here, they should have one. Who didn't have a blender? He shook his head as he trudged into the kitchen area and started looking.
He searched, and looked, and peered around, and by a half-hour later, had to conclude that there was in fact no ice cream, and no blender. This was problematical, as he wanted both. But he knew there was a town out there, and maybe somewhere, he could find both.
So, with a grin, and a bounce in his step, Billy set out to find a blender and ice cream, and to make those milk shakes, no matter what!
The first store-looking place he visited turned out to be a house which was falling apart, and he scrambled from it with barely no scrapes, and nursing a bumped toe. he set out more cautiously thereafter.
It took him most of the day to find the mall and search it. Search as defined as wandering gleefully. He acquired clothing, a cart to carry things in, a blender, ice cream in three flavors, and more milk. With the treasures so found and piled in the cart carefully, he set out to the main house, to whip up milkshakes, and settle in for a good evening.
And maybe socialize. Maybe.