onedaylisa (onedaylisa) wrote in misplacedrpg, @ 2020-03-25 20:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !rp, character: alicia spinnet-pucey, character: lisa turpin, time: 2020 03 |
RP: A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood
Who: Lisa + Open
What: Just another day in Nowhere, Maine...
When: 3/25/2020, but what does time matter?
Where: The Pub
Warnings: None
Completion Status: Complete.
Lisa opened the doors of The Pub, it was a beautiful morning in Nowhere, Maine. It was rare that the weather was otherwise, though she was willing to bet that Maine did not always have 75° sunny days, though she knew nothing about Maine. She had gone to the Community Center not long after arriving, to ask for books about the region, to learn about her surroundings, but they didn't have any. These days, that didn't surprise her. Sort of like the first time she tried to walk too far past the Greenhouse and she turned a corner around a large tree, found herself back outside of her cabin instead of in the forest. Honestly, in her time here - and how long had she been here exactly? - that was one of the less strange things to happen. There'd been the time she'd woken up convinced she was Cinderella and had walked around in a pail blue ballgown for nearly a week. It hadn't occurred to her at the time that she did not own a ballgown, and she probably should have questioned how one ended up in her closet. But with enough time, one simply stopped asking questions. So yeah, she didn't know how many days now she had opened The Pub. She somehow knew she was still 18, so an October must not have passed yet.
But she'd stopped worrying about it all long ago. Well, she assumed it was long ago.
Honestly, life in Nowhere wasn't so bad once you stopped questioning things. She ran The Pub, which is what she'd hoped to do in Britain anyway, and she could get any romance novel she liked from the Community Center's library, and there was always the beach to lie on. She missed her father some days, but she found that she missed him less now than she had when she'd first awoken in her cabin. Her note had said, "Welcome to Nowhere, Maine. You have been misplaced here. Good luck. PS. Your parents don't even know you're gone, they'll be alright, don't worry about them." She knew now that everyone's post script was different, and like her, everyone had felt a sort of calm acceptance after reading the note - it was like you knew it was right, and she had known, somehow, that her parents were just fine. She thought sometimes of Roger Davies when she was feeling particularly lonely, late at night, but that was the same sort of wistful reminiscing she had done before she'd come to Nowhere.
And so, like most days - whether as a fairy tale character, a princess, a lady warrior, or whatever else she'd woken up as - she opened The Pub today and pulled out the heavy easel chalkboard sign to write the lunch specials on it and went back in to roll the silver for the lunch crowd. Not that it was much of a crowd. As far as she could tell, there only half a dozen people here. So far at least. Joe - the serious and gruff "Manager" of the Community Center - never answered her questions when she arrived, and she didn't even know if he had the answers either. Well, thinking about that never got her very far. Maybe today there would be a new face, that was always something to look forward to.
And even if there wasn't. It was another beautiful day in Nowhere, Maine, and that was enough for her, for now.