Who: Marco & Jerome When: A little after noon Where: Poolside
Marco was about eighty percent sure that he knew what was wrong with him today. He had been the one to voodoo himself, after all. It was something that he knew probably wasn't the best idea, but how could he pass up something like changing his mind? If he could even get one day to feel less crazy, it would have been worth this whole fucking voodoo Mardi Gras bullshit trip. It seemed worth the risk.
Instead of waking up clear-headed, though, Marco woke up feeling somewhat manic, which he decided that, while it wasn't what he wanted, it wasn't the worst way that this could have gone wrong. He felt the same way that he usually did, except that instead of the strong desire to find drugs, he also had a strong desire to make something. He couldn't really explain that, even to himself. It wasn't really anything that he had ever felt before. He just knew that it was important that he create something, even if he didn't have the skills to do it. There was still that twenty percent that questioned the involvement of TPTB, and made him wonder if this was just a new symptom, and maybe he could just take some extra meds and hope for the best, but there was still a little altar in his room, and everything in it had felt real. Even the flour, which, admittedly, he had hoped was a different white powder, but this was better off.
The altar had actually given him his first idea of what to create, and he had ventured down to the kitchen to try to make something, but Vanessa had already taken up that room, along with Dylan, who he hoped that Vanessa wouldn't turn on. He left there and headed to the parlor, standing there for a minute as he listened to Felix play bits of songs, and he wished that he had any sort of talent or skill like that. It would be so cool to write a song.
Hmm.
He walked around the house a few times, picking up and putting down things here and there as he tried to figure out what it was he was supposed to do, before eventually ending up sitting cross legged and shirtless outside in a lawn chair, carefully cutting the flowers off of the Hawaiian shirt that he had been wearing before. He wasn't sure exactly what the end result would be, but already he felt better than he did when he was doing nothing. maybe after this he would figure out how to make a pool toy or something.