Who: Samantha Stephens and YOU What: Setting bad examples in the local Pathmark When: Afternoon Rating: PG Status: Open
She felt guilty every time she twitched her nose. But Samantha was finding that it was necessary to survive in this place! No money, no job, and her daughter? Well, what else was she supposed to do but use her god given talents to survive? Samantha had never considered herself to be the helpless female sort—she'd considered herself a very modern woman before arriving in this place—but it was obvious that times had changed. She didn't understand how she was expected to find a job and take care of Tabitha at the same time. It didn't seem possible, especially when she knew that she couldn't leave the little girl alone in mortal daycare. The last time she'd tried that one student had ended up as a butterfly and the teacher had retired the next day.
Samantha sighed as she walked through the grocery store, Tabitha in tow. She didn't know what she was going to do next. She'd found them a place to stay and they had things to eat, but in her mind it was all begotten in a way that wasn't at all right. Her mother conjured up funds for herself on a regular basis, but Samantha had always tried to live the mortal way. Conjuring funds just seemed like stealing to her, even if the money did pop out of nowhere. She hadn't earned it. There was something wrong with what she did, even if it was just enough to keep her and her daughter comfortable.
"Mommy, can we buy this?" When Samantha looked down her daughter was holding a large box of sugary cereal.
She shook her head. "No. You won't sleep eating that, sweetheart. And we don't have the money for it right now."
Tabitha pouted for a moment before reaching up and manually wiggling her nose, as she was wont to do. There was a pause and a 'POP!' and suddenly, Tabitha held a crisp ten dollar bill in her hand. "Now we do, Mommy."
This was not the example she wanted to be setting for her daughter.