Who: Chris Argent and Open What: Guardian duties When: Friday afternoon Where: The fair Warnings: TBA Status: Open/On-going
Chris had been in a less than cheerful mood since Nyssa's return home, but he still had a life to live. Not much of one at the moment, considering his activities consisted largely of work and Guardian shifts, but even so. He had a life to live and he knew Nyssa would throw something at him if she knew he were sulking. Probably something sharp and pointy, knowing her.
He was on duty with Jill today, which meant he was trailing after her at the fair. He was a little more alert lately, a little more concerned -- he was still figuring out what might and might not be a threat to the young woman in this new time. He trusted the other refugees -- no, not refugees, now they were called the Displaced -- for the most part, but in a situation this radically new? Better to be suspicious and paranoid.
Maybe not actually, but close enough.
At the moment, Jill was exploring the food options which meant Chris was exploring them as well. Well, a little bit. His attention was this strange combination of on Jill completely and not on her at all. He'd spent almost ten years as her Guardian, by now he had it down as well as some of the actual Guardians from her world. Keeping an eye out as she stopped to talk to someone, he took a second to look around.
it was a lot harder to recognize people now, with everything that'd happened.