Who: John Murphy and Open What: Running errands and being vaguely thinky When: Backdated to Sunday afternoon Where: Walmart Warnings: TBA Status: Open/On-going
Murphy was thrilled beyond belief that the whole nightmare was over. A week of worrying about what the dome might do to his children was enough, thank you very much, he wasn't up for more of it. It was hard enough sometimes, the normal worries of parenthood, he didn't particularly want to deal with the worries the dome liked to throw at him and every other parent in town.
He loved his children fiercely, so much so that there were a lot of times where he completely forgot that Aurie wasn't actually his. She was his in every way that counted, and he'd fight anyone who tried to say otherwise.
Now that the world had returned to normal, Murphy had actually left the kids with someone so he could go to the store. He wasn't going to be gone long, since he wasn't actually thrilled about being away from them at the moment, which he figured meant things couldn't go too badly.
He'd headed for Walmart, entirely because he could walk the place in his sleep and knew where everything was. He'd actually be able to get in and get out without getting turned around and lost. That fact outweighed the ugh factor of going to Walmart on his day off. Amazingly, he'd managed to get through most of his shopping without someone trying to ask him a question anyway -- because that was how customers rolled -- and so he was looking for the last few things on the list by the time someone caught him.
Murphy had answered, mostly because he just wanted the person to go away, and as soon as their back was turned he was very much making a face. Mature, he was not.