Repose

Who: Cat and Briar
What: chillin'. Probably.
Where: Mean-Eyed Cat
When: 12/20 just before closing
Warnings/Rating: TBA

( Won't you listen right here. I want one bourbon, one shot and one beer )

Who: Nick & Destiny
What: Chats
Where: Nick's
When: Current-ish
Warnings:


It was sometime in the mid-afternoon when Destiny made her way into the diner. She had a scarf and a sniffle. Dark blue tights beneath a blue jean skirt, a heavy-knit sweater of burgundy with a fluffy-yarn hat to match. She wanted to ask for her job back, but walking in through the diner doors, she was overcome with a feeling beyond that. She was suddenly starving. Starving despite the weird-twisted sensation that her stomach took on when she absorbed the scent of grease and meat.

The nausea was touch and go for the most part, but it seemed to give way to pure hunger considering how little our girl was privileged to imbibe on most days via her own means. The boys at Clary House, as it was so dubbed in her mind, kept everything rather stocked these days, so going hungry wasn't a true concern… but she still wasn't wholly comfortable making use of other people's things.

So yeah, she was hungry on this afternoon. She wanted french toast and oatmeal, carbs stacked with butter. Her mouth watered, and simultaneously, her stomach rolled over on itself. Destiny covered her mouth with the back of her hand when she sank into a seat at the counter. With a deep breath drawn through the nose, her nausea was sated. And she smiled, waving to the cook through the little window with expectation of Nick to come rolling around the bend at any moment.

[He asked for a carriage ride, and he gets one. The invitation comes first, and it's beautifully embossed on thick paper and features a picturesque scene that was clearly commissioned for the occasion. It's a winter scene, and it shows a family of three atop a carriage on a snowy ride. All three riders are blond, including the little child sitting between the glowing parents. On the back of the card, in calligraphy, come the details of the excursion: One carriage ride on the evening specified.

When that evening comes around, it's a sleigh that arrives. It is a beautiful affair, much nicer than the one that normally circles the town. The horses are dappled, and the red sleigh is piled high with blankets and pillows and lights that twinkle. At the end of the ride, in a temporarily erected gazebo alight with fairy lights, more blankets and pillows wait. There is a fire crackling that is warm and cozy, along with the makings for hot chocolate with marshmallows. It's just a small stop, given the winter cold, and then the driver will convey them home again.]

So, about the cave you have in the basement.

[Locked to Jason W (+Flash M)]

Hi, Jason. I work the graveyard shift tomorrow, and I'm going to attempt to escape from the guards then. I don't know how many there will be, and Flash suggested you be aware, in case we encounter difficulty. I've been talking to your brother and, at present, the plan is to get away and hide (I know a location without accessible communications, so they won't be able to utilize any tracking devices as long as I'm there), and concern ourselves with next steps once that's been accomplished.

Your brother feels that your dad's idea with the identification is a good start at making it less easy for the League to recapture me, and Flash's bosses are willing to help too, if I join their team. Your brother is also willing to assist in finding a medical professional to remove the port and RFID chip.

I know that was a lot of information.