#interaction: open

[seraphveined-blog]

“let me guess --- whatever the clave’s suggesting, it isn’t good news, is it?”

[mischief-rei]

Mini Event: Old Routes

* You see Merlot holding something glistening in his palm. It fades from view when you approach, but his glum expression remains visible.

He doesn’t turn to face you nor give further acknowledgement that you’re there. You’re convinced he’s hiding something important.

♥ACT:

 Check                        Comfort

 Inquire

[xelizabethswift-blog]

You would think that the simple rule of letting her know at least three days before one of the Church's many social groups were planning on having some sort of gathering the the Church wouldn't be too hard to follow. It was easy. Pick up a phone and call. That's all Elizabeth asked.

                                           Especially when they started demanding refreshments.

Letting her know at the last minute meant she was forced to head to the grocers, cloth bag clutched tightly in her hands while she scanned the shelves for something Mrs. Roberts and her stupid Quilting Club would enjoy.

Elizabeth didn't mean that... She didn't mean the grumpy, and inhospitable thoughts that floated through her mind at that moment; but it had been a busy day and she hadn't wanted any last minute tasks added to her plate. Yet, here she was. She pulled some oatmeal cookies off the shelf before placing them in her bag -- old ladies like oatmeal cookies, right?

She took a step back and bumping into the wrack, knocking off some of the snacks on display. Elizabeth cringed and backed away from the display letting out a dramatic sigh. 

❝ Well... S h o o t . ❞

                                      She crouched down to start picking up the snacks. Of course. This was what she needed when she was strapped for time. 

[misguidanceclark]

As nice as my little Italian get away was, there's no place like home. I hope you all haven't missed me too terribly.