lock the doors and close the blinds
Who: howflattering and moleculars
When: August 14, morning.
Where: Starter Apartments → cafe
Summary: Piper needs a cup of coffee, and so does Helen. Picking a Magnus brain ensues.
Warnings: Worship of coffee?
[ Piper had been in Siren's Port for a few weeks, now, and it still wasn't getting any better. She thought that perhaps every time she closed her eyes, she'd wake up in the Manor. On the floor, in her bed, anywhere would be preferred than this place. But that didn't seem to be happening any time soon.
She'd explored the fourth floor during her time here, watching the city outside her window, but hadn't dared venture out quite yet. She wasn't feeling too bold, not really knowing what was quite out there, and had been spending time reading over the pamphlets, trying to read between the lines and see what the real deal was. Ever since she'd made that network post - she still didn't quite understand that - she'd had a lot of insight from other ... victims.
Piper was descending the fourth floor to perhaps explore the outside of the building - but not going out too far, for she was still uneasy about departing from the one place she sort of new best here - and craving a good cup of coffee. It was a pity she couldn't find a machine in her own room. ]
When: August 14, morning.
Where: Starter Apartments → cafe
Summary: Piper needs a cup of coffee, and so does Helen. Picking a Magnus brain ensues.
Warnings: Worship of coffee?
[ Piper had been in Siren's Port for a few weeks, now, and it still wasn't getting any better. She thought that perhaps every time she closed her eyes, she'd wake up in the Manor. On the floor, in her bed, anywhere would be preferred than this place. But that didn't seem to be happening any time soon.
She'd explored the fourth floor during her time here, watching the city outside her window, but hadn't dared venture out quite yet. She wasn't feeling too bold, not really knowing what was quite out there, and had been spending time reading over the pamphlets, trying to read between the lines and see what the real deal was. Ever since she'd made that network post - she still didn't quite understand that - she'd had a lot of insight from other ... victims.
Piper was descending the fourth floor to perhaps explore the outside of the building - but not going out too far, for she was still uneasy about departing from the one place she sort of new best here - and craving a good cup of coffee. It was a pity she couldn't find a machine in her own room. ]