[ Kassandra had been alive for-- entirely too long. And she thought she had seen it all, but to fine herself in a new land, without her grandfather's spear? a new land in the future, of all things. a future she hadn't quite foreseen. ]
Malàka... [ she mutters under her breath, a hand grazing her head where she could only feel a rough cut. with a sigh, she turns over again on the couch and stares at the bar, hard. ]
Well. I don't care if it's going to be the most typical thing I can do, I am going to drink until I can't see straight.
[ she pushes herself up and points at the closest person. ] You!
Spare a few moments to swap stories?
the festival
[if she seems tense, it's because she is. though, she assumes most people are not the trained eye to notice-- after all, she didn't get her reputation in the old days by being easy to read. But, tenseness aside, she has to admit...
the food leaves a lot to desire. the one gyro stand she'd found was utter blaspheme, and the angry arguing about where all the lamb and venison had gone left a bitter taste in her mouth. so instead, she took some olives, and some pita bread.
she hadn't had this sad of a lunch in ages, and she looks at her prize with-- well. sadness.]
Excuse me. Do you know of anywhere better for this? [ a gesture at the food she's holding. ]
network: kassandra.nikolas
I am surprised there is not more commiserating on this forum. Less complaining. All very practical.
Is there another place where the complaining happens?
kassandra | ac: o
[ Kassandra had been alive for-- entirely too long. And she thought she had seen it all, but to fine herself in a new land, without her grandfather's spear? a new land in the future, of all things. a future she hadn't quite foreseen. ]
Malàka... [ she mutters under her breath, a hand grazing her head where she could only feel a rough cut. with a sigh, she turns over again on the couch and stares at the bar, hard. ]
Well. I don't care if it's going to be the most typical thing I can do, I am going to drink until I can't see straight.
[ she pushes herself up and points at the closest person. ] You!
Spare a few moments to swap stories?
the festival
[if she seems tense, it's because she is. though, she assumes most people are not the trained eye to notice-- after all, she didn't get her reputation in the old days by being easy to read. But, tenseness aside, she has to admit...
the food leaves a lot to desire. the one gyro stand she'd found was utter blaspheme, and the angry arguing about where all the lamb and venison had gone left a bitter taste in her mouth. so instead, she took some olives, and some pita bread.
she hadn't had this sad of a lunch in ages, and she looks at her prize with-- well. sadness.]
Excuse me. Do you know of anywhere better for this? [ a gesture at the food she's holding. ]
network: kassandra.nikolas
I am surprised there is not more commiserating on this forum. Less complaining. All very practical.
Is there another place where the complaining happens?