Who: Henry and OPEN Where: The Mudhouse coffee shop, about 1 pm When: Tuesday October 6 Warnings: None Status: In Progress
The day was unexpectedly pleasant, sunny and a bit cool, and needing to get out and stretch his legs, Henry headed off to Hipsterville--that was Norah's name for the plethora of little interesting, independent shops bunched together in one section of town. To be fair, it did seem an accurate name, given the people one generally found there, and it made people-watching fun. It was perfect weather for walking around and looking in store windows, for stopping in a bookstore or two to look at their section on folklore. He found a book on folk stories (it had several tales about shifters and werewolves) and bought it, tucking it into his messenger bag.
He was hungry--again--and walked down the street to the Mudhouse. It had been one of his favorite places before his change, a warm, friendly place scented with coffee and baked goods. He could smell it half a block away and walking in was like being hit in the face with a bat: the scent of coffee was ferociously strong, nearly overwhelming. He stood rubbing his nose for a moment, then resolutely strode to the counter, ordered a cup of coffee and a piece of carrot cake and escaped to one of the little tables outside the shop. Henry pulled out his book and began leafing through it. There was a record shop two stores over, and he hummed along to Arcade Fire as he flipped lazily through his book.