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noises i play with
Who: Star and OPEN
Where: The park
When: Mid-afternoon
The smart thing to do following what had happened at the high school and it's direct tie-in to the fae (even though they had not hurt anyone) would probably have been to pop over to the Fair Realm for a bit of a stay until everything settled down.
The smart thing to do if one decided to stay in this mortal realm was probably to stay inside or at least to act somewhat... normal. Or mortal-esque. Star could have done that. She could have worn something a little less attention-grabbing. She could have gone and hung out at Venus or Willow's apartment, or dropped in to have a chat with Allegra since she had yet to do that. She could have done a lot of things. But this was Star, and Star had a problem with thinking through her actions before she actually, well, acted on them. So if she wanted to go to the park then she was going to go to the park.
The smart thing to do while at the park would have been to watch the birds or children playing and not do anything. That was the smart thing to do. That was not, however, the Star thing to do. Instead of just sitting there, enjoying a peaceful day and soaking it up, Star had an idea. And it was a really, really good idea. Everyone had been so mopey and down lately because of what happened at the school that the deserved something a little different and interesting. She had seen the mortal children doing it all of the time with their tubs of chalk or sidewalk paint, and she had decided to make sidewalk art of her own. Sadly, Star was lacking chalk. She was able to glamour up a convincing looking piece of it and a nearby tub that had the label "Crayola" printed on its yellow paper in blocky green letters. Everyone seemed to use Crayola. Star had no idea why since they all looked pretty much the same, but it was a concession to normality that she was actually taking the time to make.
Now, had anyone been looking closely then they would have seen that the piece of chalk Star was dragging over the sidewalk never actually got any smaller, nor did it change color despite the variety of colors that was pouring out onto the cement. Star had decided that a scene of the night sky would be just perfect, complete with shooting stars. And, well, of course the shooting stars had to move and what good were the stars if they did not twinkle? Oh, yes, and there had to be a few quickly moving specks to represent all those silly satellites they had circling around up there. She was making art and it had to be perfect.
Where: The park
When: Mid-afternoon
The smart thing to do following what had happened at the high school and it's direct tie-in to the fae (even though they had not hurt anyone) would probably have been to pop over to the Fair Realm for a bit of a stay until everything settled down.
The smart thing to do if one decided to stay in this mortal realm was probably to stay inside or at least to act somewhat... normal. Or mortal-esque. Star could have done that. She could have worn something a little less attention-grabbing. She could have gone and hung out at Venus or Willow's apartment, or dropped in to have a chat with Allegra since she had yet to do that. She could have done a lot of things. But this was Star, and Star had a problem with thinking through her actions before she actually, well, acted on them. So if she wanted to go to the park then she was going to go to the park.
The smart thing to do while at the park would have been to watch the birds or children playing and not do anything. That was the smart thing to do. That was not, however, the Star thing to do. Instead of just sitting there, enjoying a peaceful day and soaking it up, Star had an idea. And it was a really, really good idea. Everyone had been so mopey and down lately because of what happened at the school that the deserved something a little different and interesting. She had seen the mortal children doing it all of the time with their tubs of chalk or sidewalk paint, and she had decided to make sidewalk art of her own. Sadly, Star was lacking chalk. She was able to glamour up a convincing looking piece of it and a nearby tub that had the label "Crayola" printed on its yellow paper in blocky green letters. Everyone seemed to use Crayola. Star had no idea why since they all looked pretty much the same, but it was a concession to normality that she was actually taking the time to make.
Now, had anyone been looking closely then they would have seen that the piece of chalk Star was dragging over the sidewalk never actually got any smaller, nor did it change color despite the variety of colors that was pouring out onto the cement. Star had decided that a scene of the night sky would be just perfect, complete with shooting stars. And, well, of course the shooting stars had to move and what good were the stars if they did not twinkle? Oh, yes, and there had to be a few quickly moving specks to represent all those silly satellites they had circling around up there. She was making art and it had to be perfect.