Who: Zatanna Zatara and Open What: Z being Z? When: Afternoon Were: Park Status: In Progress, Open Warnings: to be determined
Zee left the house, which after the last year was really an accomplishment. She hadn't gone to strangle Will, though the urge was still there. She did feel a little bad about breaking the counter, then the door (but at least she put the door back together thank you very much). It seemed deep down she was still emotionally vulnerable to doing stupid shit. It was annoying and she was tired already of being like that. But the only other real option was shutting down and that wasn't her style.
Meditation helped make her less likely to explode on someone, and she was feeling better after a couple hours of that and sorting her books. She pulled her hair up, threw on her usual outfit of a corset and fishnets under boyshorts then hit the park to relax outside. She liked the changing leaves and crisp air, autumn always felt nice.
She found a cozy spot and levitated, cross-legged, four feet above the ground, a book appearing out of the air and opening before her, hovering in front of her at perfect reading height, a mug of tea coming soon after. It was the perfect way to unwind, and not think about how many people she wanted to knock their heads together. She was a strange sight, but, really, she no longer cared. She just did whatever she felt like and dealt with the funny looks.