#louisareeves

[druggedrp-blog]

I'm going to have to do the inconvenience of this, but may I extend my hiatus for Remi, Adam, and Louisa until this Sunday? I should be done unpacking by then!

And look at that, it's our perfect Izzy. By the power vested in me, I grant you a hiatus until Sunday, October 26th!

[willastor]

still testing my luck || Will and Louisa

The pharmacist had left him with an address--a real one, too, one he vaguely recognised but couldn't put a name to. That, Will hadn't expected. If anything, he had expected a caution or a report made against him; he'd never had more than his prescribed dosage from an official channel before. He wished he'd thought of that before. If the pharmacist had been wearing a name tag, Will hadn't noticed it--he'd been distracted, definitely too distracted, his attention span was pretty much shot lately--so he couldn't have reported her, even if he had wanted to. He didn't, but he would've liked the option. The odds of any meeting going to plan weren't exactly in Will's favour. He was still willing to risk it, though: he'd had enough Empathy that day that he suddenly felt as though luck might've been on his side instead.

His mood something akin to euphoric, Will searched for the address on his phone, his eyebrows shooting up in exaggerated surprise when he realised it was for the coffeeshop he'd been at earlier that day. It didn't take long for him to find his way back there and take a corner booth, even with the added distraction of intense, fleeting rushes of emotion from being in amongst the New York crowds. That was the relatively easy part to it. The hard part was sitting down, waiting, trying not to draw attention to himself by looking guilty or tapping his restless fingers on the table top too loudly.