[action | closed] forward-dated to night
[For at least the third time since she'd arrived at the park and got to work, Tear glances up from where she's down in the snow, making her preparations. Whether from the cold or the hour the corner she's chosen has been mercifully empty so far, but even she can't help a bit of paranoia right now, in the middle of laying down the simple field she's made. Worse comes to worse, it'll serve as an alarm in the possible event that Diva rushes in, but optimistically they'll be Diva-free]
[As she finishes up each of the glyphs carefully inscribed on the ground, she scatters a handful of snow over it afterwards to conceal it from searching eyes. One more left-- and she doubts it will be long before either Puck or Conrad come. As long as it's active before at least the latter shows up...]