♘ 001 ; open } { some day my prince will come
Don Flack is really ready for this week to be over.
He's finally starting to learn how to move in the armor, and he and his horse are on better terms than they were when this all first started, but he's still ready for it to be done. He misses his jeans. He misses his shirts. He misses being able to climb a tree to rescue a kitten without getting his armor stuck on one of the branches.
The little girl didn't even stick around to say thank you. He's very put out about all this.
Someone help him. Or mock him. Both of them are viable options.
Charlie Wellman on the other hand, hasn't been affected by anything other than the wand of a six year-old version of Lena Austen, and that didn't go all that terribly. He's actually rather enjoying this week and the magic of it all. In fact, he hasn't had a week where he's felt this relaxed in a long time.
He's currently on the streets of Chicago, giving the tiara that Lena had magicked up for him to a little girl in a princess costume on the street, before straightening up and moving to sit on the hood of his car, just watching the fairy tales as they pass him by.
Not everyone unaffected is amused by this week, however. Shawn Spencer is still wandering around Chicago in search of his wiener mobile. He's pretty sure the Rift has turned it into something as oppose to swallowing it -- by his logic, the Rift clearly wants him to have it by giving it to him, why would it take it away? But that doesn't change the fact that he can't find it, and he's starting to get a little annoyed.
He's still touching everything, trying to get some kind of vision indicating what might have happened to it, but so far he's come up with nothing.
He's also not noticing the small Dachshund following him everywhere. If he had, that might have been a hint.
And finally, Castiel is Buzz Lightyear.
He still doesn't understand it.
He's seen the movies, interacted with a "Woody," and drawn the attention of far too many children for his taste, but he is still not any closer to understanding things than when he started. Even more to the point, he doesn't think he's meant to understand it, which only proves to make things more frustrating. However, for now, he's managed to gain some distance from the children of Chicago and get some quiet time to himself. He's sitting in his usual place, a secluded bench in Grant Park in front of the fountain.
Feel free to bother him.
He's finally starting to learn how to move in the armor, and he and his horse are on better terms than they were when this all first started, but he's still ready for it to be done. He misses his jeans. He misses his shirts. He misses being able to climb a tree to rescue a kitten without getting his armor stuck on one of the branches.
The little girl didn't even stick around to say thank you. He's very put out about all this.
Someone help him. Or mock him. Both of them are viable options.
Charlie Wellman on the other hand, hasn't been affected by anything other than the wand of a six year-old version of Lena Austen, and that didn't go all that terribly. He's actually rather enjoying this week and the magic of it all. In fact, he hasn't had a week where he's felt this relaxed in a long time.
He's currently on the streets of Chicago, giving the tiara that Lena had magicked up for him to a little girl in a princess costume on the street, before straightening up and moving to sit on the hood of his car, just watching the fairy tales as they pass him by.
Not everyone unaffected is amused by this week, however. Shawn Spencer is still wandering around Chicago in search of his wiener mobile. He's pretty sure the Rift has turned it into something as oppose to swallowing it -- by his logic, the Rift clearly wants him to have it by giving it to him, why would it take it away? But that doesn't change the fact that he can't find it, and he's starting to get a little annoyed.
He's still touching everything, trying to get some kind of vision indicating what might have happened to it, but so far he's come up with nothing.
He's also not noticing the small Dachshund following him everywhere. If he had, that might have been a hint.
And finally, Castiel is Buzz Lightyear.
He still doesn't understand it.
He's seen the movies, interacted with a "Woody," and drawn the attention of far too many children for his taste, but he is still not any closer to understanding things than when he started. Even more to the point, he doesn't think he's meant to understand it, which only proves to make things more frustrating. However, for now, he's managed to gain some distance from the children of Chicago and get some quiet time to himself. He's sitting in his usual place, a secluded bench in Grant Park in front of the fountain.
Feel free to bother him.