#naomi 01

[evikoning]

Date: April 30th 2021 Time: 1:30 pm Location: The art gallery

@naomi-clover​

April showers bring May flowers – that’s the saying, isn’t it? Feels like a taunt at this rate. After all, it seems that Evi can barely get a solid hour of planting in before the skies open up and bring about another unexpected rainstorm. She supposes that’s Washington in spring for you, and she should probably know better, having spent a few here by now. Still, it doesn’t stop her from grumbling as she enters the gallery with the sound of her squeaking shoes drowning out her complaints. A thought is being contemplated about leaving those muddy shoes by the door when she looks up and sees Naomi Clover. It’s enough to freeze her in her spot – mostly because she’d been unaware of the audience. “Sorry.” For what? Old habit, really, the apologizing. Her gaze darts down to those same boots and she decides to stay put. Awkward as it is, it’s better than tracking mud and looking like an ass. After all, that’s what Naomi probably sees at her as. A drug dealing asshole. Fair assessment. And now one clad in overalls and drenched with water. Even more impressive. “Your, uh – the jewelry.” For fuck’s sake. Is she forty or fourteen? Stammering like some nervous kid... “The stuff you make is beautiful. I stare at those opal earrings every time I come in, I swear.” She manages a laugh, though it’s cut off by a wince as a drop of water rolls down into her eye. “Kak. I mean, ah... anyway. I’m not sure where Jonas is. Probably went to get lunch, if I could guess, and got trapped by the rain. So, ah, sorry.”

[hal-stewart]

“Can I help you?” Hal asked from his second-hand recliner outside his garage. From his tone it was hard to determine whether his question was a veiled ‘What are you doing here? Kindly fuck off’ or if he was genuinely puzzled -in a gruff sort of way- about the person wandering about outside his house. Had he not been hangover he would have been considerably more welcoming, but had he not been hangover he would have been inside his garage hard at work. But no, instead he was lying out here with a half-empty cranberry juice carton resting on top of his stomach, taking sips every now. He hadn’t felt like eating so the juice was breakfast.

[thesanctumofthestrange-blog]

Introductions

@naomc

Stephen had finally started to get his apartment into place. One of the first things he needed to do. After 40+ years of living in the sanctum going back to a normal apartment was just too jarring. He would have loved to keep his uncomfortable feeling to a minimum but he just couldn’t. Even if death didn’t bother him the change over he wanted to make easier. 

So, he had neglected for the first week to find out who his partner is until now. He quickly and easily found out where she lived and stepped up to the place hoping she was home. He could have easily just teleported to her but he thought it best to introduce himself like a normal person. He didn’t want to just barge in unannounced. So, he carefully knocked a few times on the door a soft smile on his face.