WHO: Una and OPEN WHAT: She's always been curious, so she's going to try... well, a little of everything? WHERE: A restaurant WHEN: Saturday, August 9 WARNINGS: None
Una had spent days worrying and fretting and curled up in her room, wishing she was stronger and could help with anything that was happening here. But she was still seen as a child to most of these people, and she didn't have any special gifts unlike so many others, so she mostly tried to stay out of the way. But she did worry. Maybe that was her gift. Concern for the masses.
It didn't really matter anyway. Things worked out, or they didn't, and one sixteen year old former mermaid wasn't going to change that, in all likelihood.
But staying in had other repercussions, and one of those was the overwhelming desire to be out, doing something anything right this moment. And it was Saturday, which meant other people didn't have to work, and maybe she'd find other people to talk to. Well... "talk" might be pushing it. It always felt awkward to her to let the machine speak for her, but what choice did she have? She was resigned to it, and at least she had some sort of voice here, after all. It sounded nothing like her old voice, but that was probably for the best.
As she sat thinking, her stomach growled, and she decided it was time to eat. And what better way than to go out somewhere. She thought maybe she'd even try something that wasn't fish. Or maybe everything that wasn't. She needed some kind of new adventure.
It took her ten minutes to get ready, and then she headed down into the streets of New York, walking along until she found a restaurant that didn't look too dirty or overpriced (she'd made that mistake once, and it had been awful) and she moved through the door. She stood, waiting for the servers to acknowledge her, moving her feet as little as possible since the walk had already caused her great pain.