Mercy [Not Your Average Coyote] (prairiesongbird) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2016-12-18 19:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2016 december, ~40 points, ~~isaac lahey (nosmallspaces), ~~mercy thompson (coyotecalled) |
Who: Mercy Thompson and OTA
WHere: Town
When: Evening, after work
Why: Ghosts
Status: Open to all, in progress
Rating: GHOSTS
Mercy was used to seeing ghosts randomly. They were there. But this was a whole new level of crazy even for her. She was getting good at ignoring them, even if they startled her so much she often dropped tools at work. It was going to drive her bananas before the week was up. It got in the way of her Christmas shopping because she didn't dare go where lots of people were. Lest they had ghosts trailing them around. After one bruised wrist and a lump on her head from where she'd dropped a wrench and whacked her head into the frame of a car, she was headed home.
She grumbled the entire way too. Sometimes it took her a minute to realize a ghost was a ghost and not some nice person making conversation. She bit her lip and tried to refocus her brain before she walked out in front of a car or something stupid. She sighed and leaned on a light post, watching a ghost walk across the road, cars going through them, and smiled a little. Okay it wasn't all bad. It was confirmation of her abilities, and that she wasn't entirely crazy. The Pack house was benefiting from her stress of all these ghosts: brownies and cookies were piled up on plates.
Stress baking helped.
She hadn't been expecting to live around a Necromancer, who knew? But that was alright. It was just going to be a little adjusting.
She pushed off the post and almost into someone. "Oops sorry"