>>"Being a woman is a terribly difficult task..."
Who; zerosuitjill and morethanafour
What; Catching up over dinner. Womanly stuff -- don't be hatin', boys.
Where; A restaurant in the city.
When; Friday, February 17. Evening.
Rating; G, probably. If anything, maybe PG for language.
Status; Closed; ongoing
It was generally an accepted fact in Jill's current way of life that, for at least half the time, things were pretty normal. If not straight-up normal, then something close to it; being surrounded by a largely undead population, having her life watched and stalked by whatever Powers-That-Be in such a place, living with an exorcist -- they were all just details at the end of the day. Jill had quite literally thrived on being an adaptable person in the past, able to take to any situation in record time and survive it, if not turn it entirely to her favor -- that was really all this Underworld experience was, right? Or so she'd believed for a while.
But adaptation and acceptance were two entirely different things. While it unnerved her a bit if she thought about it too hard or too long, the fact remained that she was becoming used to her life here -- desensitized, even, to the kinds of things that would have had her skeptical or on edge a year ago.
A year. The thought made Jill exhale briefly, a little sharply as she pushed open the glass door. Hard to believe.
She had arrived first, it seemed, as a cursory glance around the inside of the Italian-themed restaurant quickly showed her. She located a table for two near one of the front windows, making her easily visible from the entrance as well as the outside, and took a seat. She'd seen the small restaurant in passing before, but it was her first time trying it; only the dead were present, as far as she could tell, which meant the place was unnaturally quiet despite being more than half-full. Still, like most of the businesses here, its owners appeared to take some kind of subtle pride in managing it: it was quality, well-tended, and for all intents and purposes could have been cut right out of a magazine.
Strange on one level, a little comforting on another. She'd take whatever little tastes of her old life she could get.
Setting her purse aside, Jill leaned back in her chair as she made herself comfortable and waited. As honestly glad as she was to see Elena again, as genuinely eager as she was to catch up and learn what her friend had been up to, that shadow of solemn truth remained: Elena's return was really no reason for celebration. Not in the sense that it deserved a Hey, welcome back! greeting, but it could still be made into a positive occasion all the same. Jill would see to it, at least; from the sound of it, both women had been looking forward to a friendly outing, and they could have that much.
What; Catching up over dinner. Womanly stuff -- don't be hatin', boys.
Where; A restaurant in the city.
When; Friday, February 17. Evening.
Rating; G, probably. If anything, maybe PG for language.
Status; Closed; ongoing
It was generally an accepted fact in Jill's current way of life that, for at least half the time, things were pretty normal. If not straight-up normal, then something close to it; being surrounded by a largely undead population, having her life watched and stalked by whatever Powers-That-Be in such a place, living with an exorcist -- they were all just details at the end of the day. Jill had quite literally thrived on being an adaptable person in the past, able to take to any situation in record time and survive it, if not turn it entirely to her favor -- that was really all this Underworld experience was, right? Or so she'd believed for a while.
But adaptation and acceptance were two entirely different things. While it unnerved her a bit if she thought about it too hard or too long, the fact remained that she was becoming used to her life here -- desensitized, even, to the kinds of things that would have had her skeptical or on edge a year ago.
A year. The thought made Jill exhale briefly, a little sharply as she pushed open the glass door. Hard to believe.
She had arrived first, it seemed, as a cursory glance around the inside of the Italian-themed restaurant quickly showed her. She located a table for two near one of the front windows, making her easily visible from the entrance as well as the outside, and took a seat. She'd seen the small restaurant in passing before, but it was her first time trying it; only the dead were present, as far as she could tell, which meant the place was unnaturally quiet despite being more than half-full. Still, like most of the businesses here, its owners appeared to take some kind of subtle pride in managing it: it was quality, well-tended, and for all intents and purposes could have been cut right out of a magazine.
Strange on one level, a little comforting on another. She'd take whatever little tastes of her old life she could get.
Setting her purse aside, Jill leaned back in her chair as she made herself comfortable and waited. As honestly glad as she was to see Elena again, as genuinely eager as she was to catch up and learn what her friend had been up to, that shadow of solemn truth remained: Elena's return was really no reason for celebration. Not in the sense that it deserved a Hey, welcome back! greeting, but it could still be made into a positive occasion all the same. Jill would see to it, at least; from the sound of it, both women had been looking forward to a friendly outing, and they could have that much.