Who: Sheila and Simon What: Happy times! Where: Lobby then the parks :D When: Friday afternoon Warnings: Not likely.
Despite what people might have believed, Sheila wasn’t excited to taking Simon-Scrooge-Grumpy-Gills to the parks. She looked forward to it, true, but she’s wasn’t ecstatic over the thought. The offer had initially been made as a way to make nice with a neighbor in the building – one she meant, but she hadn’t done it to annoy either. If every time she could go in the park, she could bring three people with her, why shouldn’t she take someone from her building? When it became a game over lightening up, it had become a challenge she wouldn’t back down from.
She had faith in Disney and faith in the simple fact that people needed to let go of their problems. People who let themselves get caught up in them would only get consumed by the angst. It wasn’t pleasant – and as a result, she encouraged others to move on.
At the appointed time, she waited in the lobby. She’d put on a tunic and a pair of brown leggings, a satchel over her shoulder with the passes and her trusty water bottle, as well as a sweater for later. (The switching between heat and air conditioning was enough to mess up anyone’s temperature.) She remained perched on the desk for whoever-it-was-who-ran-the-building, legs swinging idly as she waited for Simon to show. It crossed her mind that perhaps, she should have asked what he looked like, but shrugged it off. Que sera, sera – there wasn’t any reason to worry.