2:58 AM
“Chaos often breeds life, when order breeds habit”
American writer Henry Brooks Adams.
There's a lot wrong with this day. New environment. Routines lost. Research lost. People lost, from the sound of it, and the ones that made it over have been ruthlessly yanked up by the roots and planted in a new artificial bubble. A new place to chart, housing to find, plans to make. Pieces to pick up, and like always when the wind blows hard there's only one thing you can do.
Find shelter with the people you trust.
(ooc: teeny catch-all mini-mingle post for the BAU + Kitty. Threads take place whenever they make sense. Probably during a relatively large part of the day. Time isn't linear anyway!)
American writer Henry Brooks Adams.
There's a lot wrong with this day. New environment. Routines lost. Research lost. People lost, from the sound of it, and the ones that made it over have been ruthlessly yanked up by the roots and planted in a new artificial bubble. A new place to chart, housing to find, plans to make. Pieces to pick up, and like always when the wind blows hard there's only one thing you can do.
Find shelter with the people you trust.
(ooc: teeny catch-all mini-mingle post for the BAU + Kitty. Threads take place whenever they make sense. Probably during a relatively large part of the day. Time isn't linear anyway!)