Misty Abernathy (just_misty) wrote in instorm, @ 2017-09-03 13:29:00 |
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Long hours, longer days
Who: Misty (narrative)
What: Breakfast
When: July 17, morning
Where: outside Starlords
Status: open, ongoing
Misty wasn't sure overtime should be a thing. She also wasn't sure how she kept catching so much of it. Or the weird hours. It was like the universe was out to get her, or something. The alien calls had tapered down, and that was good, but then she'd been sent to investigate a series of weird knockings. She'd heard a few of them while she was out there, and most of the callers had been non-natives who'd recently moved to town. So she'd spent way too long (and way too much of her waning patience) explaining that yup, it was fine, it was normal, it would probably keep happening and really they didn't need to call the cops about it. She was not well suited to patient explanations of weird shit that no one wanted to believe. How the hell people could be living here any period of time and not be fully aware that this place was Not Normal was beyond her. The squirrels didn't exactly hide themselves and no one else was freaking out about the fact they had two heads. Whatever. It was what it was, and she was doing her job. Since she figured today was going to be a hell of a lot more of the same, she headed first to Starlords to get a good breakfast. Which was a very sugary coffee and a chocolate chip muffin. Since the day wasn't blazing hot and there was a nice breeze drifting up off the water, she parked herself outside to watch the world as she ate and drank her breakfast. |