Who: Serena Galen [Pasithea - Not Awake] & Dorian Ash [Hypnos - Awake] What: Introduction and Memories Where: Hell's Kitchen Holistic Healing When: January 21st, 2020 - Night Warnings: TBD
The little shop had been quiet that afternoon, which was fine, Serena kind of hated when it was slammed. When it was slow, she had all the time in the world to dedicate to her customers and make sure they got exactly what she knew they needed. When there were lots of needy people - or worse, lookie-loo touristy types - she felt like she was flinging teas at random people, hoping for the best. Of course, she had a stock of glorified camomile tea and another of ginseng for the random people that just wanted to say they bought something from the kookie little shop. They worked. They'd help relax or perk up, but they weren't the specialty things that Serena was known for.
At current, she was sitting on the stool behind the counter, doodling on a sales receipt with nothing else on it. She'd had some strange dreams the night before and Serena found that sometimes, free drawing helped her figure out what she'd been seeing. These hadn't been frightening, though she knew there was something to be learned from nightmares, too. These had been... sort of blissful, really. That was the problem. Dreams that good were hard to dig through. A lot of people just wanted to revel in happiness and then over analyze the ones that were weird. However, Serena had found that was never the case for her. Her good dreams tended to reveal more than her fucked up ones.
She'd been standing in a market place that you might see in a history book. Open-air and so many sights and sounds and, you know, she could even remember the things that she'd smelled. As she'd let herself wonder, she'd come to a mountain's edge and looked down, expecting to see cities or paths. Instead, she saw clouds. They looked like downy beds and part of her had wanted to step off and float through them, but then she'd felt a hand on hers and when she'd looked over her shoulder, it was one of the most beautiful men that she'd ever seen. She'd promised him that she was only just looking - again - and that, yes, she knew clouds were not beds. It had been so... real. And so warm. The way he'd smiled at her? It made her breath catch and he'd just been a figment of her imagination. Now she was trying to redraw his face, but it wasn't coming outright.
So when the bell over the front door chimed, Serena made a little frustrated face. She'd been almost there. His nose, maybe, or his eyes? Something was nearly correct. Looking up, she did put a big smile on her face just the same. No reason to be rude to a (hopefully) paying customer. "Good evening. What brings you in so late on such a cold night?"