♛ 004 ; open } { i am grown and i can stand on my own, and nothing's going to get in my way
Bela Talbot is in the Crowbar for the first time in a long time.
She wouldn’t say that she has been avoiding it, exactly, but getting space from someone doesn’t usually involve returning to their place of business until you’re ready to actually face them. She also wouldn’t say that she’s ready to face him quite yet either, but she’s more ready than she was when this all first happened, but she isn’t the girl who runs away. Not anymore.
Not when it’s supposed to be a good thing.
She also knows, however, that this is John’s family, so there’s an appropriate amount of apprehension. From what she’s heard of John’s last ward, it wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience for anyone involved, and she doesn’t want them to think that this is just going to be more of the same-even if her previous actions are to be any indication otherwise. At the moment, though, she’s just making her way through the bar and sitting on one of the stools, and ordering herself a drink. She has a feeling she’s going to need it.
At the same time, on a completely different side of Chicago, Sophie Devereaux is shopping. No one really knows what she’s shopping for, or where she got the money to shop (it’s probably best for all involved that no one figures that one out) , but she’s shopping. She does so very much love to shop.
She’s currently shopping for shoes, and they’re very specific ones at that, and actually not very Sophie-like. Not that anyone knows what’s Sophie-like but Sophie, and maybe Parker, but the fact of the matter is, she’s shoe shopping for not-Sophie shoes, which may mean that she’s planning for something, or she’s just stocking up for the future, but either way-someone should drop by and comment on these very, very cute shoes.
When you arrive in Chicago and suddenly gain the ability to shift into something that can cause so, so much damage, you want to know how to keep it reigned in. That much is a given. Buffy Summers is a girl accustomed to reigning in something with more power than you’d like, and the way she’s used to doing it?
Meditation.
No, really.
Grant Park is a place she’s determined to be quiet enough to get some good meditation time in, so here, park-goers. Have a Buffy. She’s settled in the park with her back up against a tree, eyes closed and just focusing. She’s not trying to shift, not exactly, but she’s trying to find the trigger. So far it seems to be fear, panic, but she needs to find a way to keep that contained-use it when it’s useful, and push it down when it’s not. Also, point of interest-finding a way to shift in clothes. No one needs to keep running into naked elephant Buffy. That is a given.
… Well, one person can have a naked Buffy-but only the one. And only in the privacy of one of their respective rooms at the Kashtta.
And none of that is relevant to the not-elephant making.
Charlie Wellman, on the other hand, does not have a rift-granted ability to worry about, and for him that’s rather fortunate. Charlie has enough problems to worry about. He doesn’t need to add a crazy rift power and Wanderer status on top of that.
Not that he has any issues with Wanderers, but the point still stands.
This former army medic is currently sitting on the roof of his car outside one of the local ice cream parlors, happily licking a cone of double mint fudge. He also looks very pleased with himself that he’s happened to land this particular brand of ice cream, as the quality is excellent. No, really. You should join him and have some.
Castiel, on the other hand, isn’t having quite that easy a day in Chicago. The Rift has decided to have some fun with him, and is using his teleportation ability without his permission. Not that Castiel flying away in the middle of a conversation is anything new, really, but it’s one thing when he does it because he has to go somewhere. It’s another when he didn’t want to leave in the first place.
Regardless, he’s anywhere you want him to be, Chicago. Have fun poking at the confused angel.
And finally, Shawn Spencer, your resident psychic hot dog man, is sitting on a sidewalk somewhere in Chicago. If the lawn chair and sunglasses are any indication, he’s been there a while. The details are these: he had a vision, as he is wont to do, and they indicated that he should come to this point to wait for something. Shawn, being Shawn, has quite a bit of faith in these kinds of things, and believes that if the city is trying to warn him of something, something awesome is about to happen.
So he’s here. Waiting for the awesome. Bring him some awesome.
She wouldn’t say that she has been avoiding it, exactly, but getting space from someone doesn’t usually involve returning to their place of business until you’re ready to actually face them. She also wouldn’t say that she’s ready to face him quite yet either, but she’s more ready than she was when this all first happened, but she isn’t the girl who runs away. Not anymore.
Not when it’s supposed to be a good thing.
She also knows, however, that this is John’s family, so there’s an appropriate amount of apprehension. From what she’s heard of John’s last ward, it wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience for anyone involved, and she doesn’t want them to think that this is just going to be more of the same-even if her previous actions are to be any indication otherwise. At the moment, though, she’s just making her way through the bar and sitting on one of the stools, and ordering herself a drink. She has a feeling she’s going to need it.
At the same time, on a completely different side of Chicago, Sophie Devereaux is shopping. No one really knows what she’s shopping for, or where she got the money to shop (it’s probably best for all involved that no one figures that one out) , but she’s shopping. She does so very much love to shop.
She’s currently shopping for shoes, and they’re very specific ones at that, and actually not very Sophie-like. Not that anyone knows what’s Sophie-like but Sophie, and maybe Parker, but the fact of the matter is, she’s shoe shopping for not-Sophie shoes, which may mean that she’s planning for something, or she’s just stocking up for the future, but either way-someone should drop by and comment on these very, very cute shoes.
When you arrive in Chicago and suddenly gain the ability to shift into something that can cause so, so much damage, you want to know how to keep it reigned in. That much is a given. Buffy Summers is a girl accustomed to reigning in something with more power than you’d like, and the way she’s used to doing it?
Meditation.
No, really.
Grant Park is a place she’s determined to be quiet enough to get some good meditation time in, so here, park-goers. Have a Buffy. She’s settled in the park with her back up against a tree, eyes closed and just focusing. She’s not trying to shift, not exactly, but she’s trying to find the trigger. So far it seems to be fear, panic, but she needs to find a way to keep that contained-use it when it’s useful, and push it down when it’s not. Also, point of interest-finding a way to shift in clothes. No one needs to keep running into naked elephant Buffy. That is a given.
… Well, one person can have a naked Buffy-but only the one. And only in the privacy of one of their respective rooms at the Kashtta.
And none of that is relevant to the not-elephant making.
Charlie Wellman, on the other hand, does not have a rift-granted ability to worry about, and for him that’s rather fortunate. Charlie has enough problems to worry about. He doesn’t need to add a crazy rift power and Wanderer status on top of that.
Not that he has any issues with Wanderers, but the point still stands.
This former army medic is currently sitting on the roof of his car outside one of the local ice cream parlors, happily licking a cone of double mint fudge. He also looks very pleased with himself that he’s happened to land this particular brand of ice cream, as the quality is excellent. No, really. You should join him and have some.
Castiel, on the other hand, isn’t having quite that easy a day in Chicago. The Rift has decided to have some fun with him, and is using his teleportation ability without his permission. Not that Castiel flying away in the middle of a conversation is anything new, really, but it’s one thing when he does it because he has to go somewhere. It’s another when he didn’t want to leave in the first place.
Regardless, he’s anywhere you want him to be, Chicago. Have fun poking at the confused angel.
And finally, Shawn Spencer, your resident psychic hot dog man, is sitting on a sidewalk somewhere in Chicago. If the lawn chair and sunglasses are any indication, he’s been there a while. The details are these: he had a vision, as he is wont to do, and they indicated that he should come to this point to wait for something. Shawn, being Shawn, has quite a bit of faith in these kinds of things, and believes that if the city is trying to warn him of something, something awesome is about to happen.
So he’s here. Waiting for the awesome. Bring him some awesome.