#diversions.s

[hstiajcnes]

                         the  first  day  back  in  the  castle  was  always  going  to  be  difficult  ,  &  hestia  was  fully  aware  of  this  fact.  although  she  had  never  imagined  anything  like  THIS.  there  was  an  awkward  tension  that  had  filled  the  air  during  the  welcome  feast  ,  that  hestia  was  glad  to  leave  &  make  way  for  the  party.  it  was  still  an  awkward  feeling  ,  being  around  so  many  of  her  peers  that  she  had  known  for  so  long  ,  yet  felt  so  unfamiliar  with.  at  least  there  was  alcohol.  

                        with  a  firewhiskey  in  her  hand  ,  she  found  herself  a  spot  where  it  was  less  crowded  to  make  herself  somewhat  comfortable.  ❛  i’m  surprised  to  see  a  turn  out  like  this.  seems  like  everybody  made  it  out  tonight  ,  despite  everything.  i  guess  that’s  nice.  ❜  

[ofafortescue-blog]

the whole timeline switch still had atlas feeling very shaken, and what better to wash away the worries that firewhiskey and an illicit party? lots of things, some of them illegal. that didn’t stop atlas from making his way to the party and staring out at the water, a glass in his hand. he stumbles into someone as he goes to walk back towards the group, and oh it sort of felt like was flying. “hey,” he greeted, an easy grin gracing his face. “you aright, man? dude? pal? mate? you alright, mate?”

[brokenchinadolly-blog]

“I find all this timeline stuff fascinating you know.” If by fascinating, one meant an awful headache, nerve-wracking, and an unforgivable break in the set plan of life that introduced far too many variables. “It’s like first year meeting everyone all over again...or like walking into my first day at the Ministry. Not to brag, but I had an internship at the Ministry this summer. It was absolutely illuminating.” She let herself preen a moment before returning to feigning absolute interest in the person she was talking to. “Tell me about yourself. I’ll stop you if I’ve heard it before,” she urged. She’d stop them either way once she found out enough, but that wasn’t information that needed to be shared.

[glvnda-blog]

“Can I ask you something?,” she begins, tone still grave before a smile sneaks on her lips. Glenda Chittock dealt with tough situations in one of two ways: she either got pissed off or laughed it off. Tonight she had chosen to go with the latter. Maybe later, she would give in to her rage and fire and burn up, but for now she was set on having a good fucking time. ( Who knew --- maybe it’d be the last time, as the world was apparently in shambles. ) “In a fight, who do you think would win? The whomping willow or the giant squid?”