march 16 [now that she's got most of her memories back, Rachel remembers why she hates waking up before 11 or crashing before 3am. And no one seems to be saying anything about it yet, so she's trying to keep to her natural sleep cycle as much as possible. So by the time she's dressed and made her coffee and is out of the house, the weather is already turning. Lucky she's in the habit of wearing her leathers, not for warmth but to protect her skin if she falls. She's also got all her usual amulets tucked beneath her collar, all but the one for her hair uninvoked but ready to go at a moment's notice.
Anyone who sees her before the storm really hits will just see a slightly-odd but also kind of hot redhead window shopping and occasionally digging through her giant handbag for lip balm or gum. When the rain starts, she's smart enough to at least step into the semi-protection of a shop doorway, hugging her arms to herself. She really is planning to try to just book it back to her house when the rain starts, but then she hears the screams and--
Yeah, screw laying low. Even as she can hear Ivy and Jenks cursing her recklessness in her head, Rachel's running towards the source of the sound. At the edge of the woods, anyone else who's out there or at least close enough might see her stop eerily still, and even if they can't see her mouth move, they might notice that the way her hair moves doesn't quite make sense even with all the wind whipping about. And then after just a few heartbeats, she's running towards the source of the screaming again, heedless of any beating her body might be taking or the fact her teeth are starting to chatter]
march 17 [despite her case of 'mild hypothermia' which she keeps trying to laugh off, Rachel is at the fair. Partially for a more morbid curiosity to see what people here think of when they think of leprechauns--she's going to have to keep a lot of laugher and eye rolling in check. But she's also checking out the craft booths to see if anyone is making anything that is more than trinkets, anything with real magic in it.
And of course, after sunset, she can be found at the food stalls with a cup in hand looking a lot happier than she has been in days, although there are moments when the loud music seems to catch her off guard for some reason and she stares into space, trying to get one still stubbornly foggy memory to finish clearing]
Rachel Morgan, 16th and 17th, OTA
[now that she's got most of her memories back, Rachel remembers why she hates waking up before 11 or crashing before 3am. And no one seems to be saying anything about it yet, so she's trying to keep to her natural sleep cycle as much as possible. So by the time she's dressed and made her coffee and is out of the house, the weather is already turning. Lucky she's in the habit of wearing her leathers, not for warmth but to protect her skin if she falls. She's also got all her usual amulets tucked beneath her collar, all but the one for her hair uninvoked but ready to go at a moment's notice.
Anyone who sees her before the storm really hits will just see a slightly-odd but also kind of hot redhead window shopping and occasionally digging through her giant handbag for lip balm or gum. When the rain starts, she's smart enough to at least step into the semi-protection of a shop doorway, hugging her arms to herself. She really is planning to try to just book it back to her house when the rain starts, but then she hears the screams and--
Yeah, screw laying low. Even as she can hear Ivy and Jenks cursing her recklessness in her head, Rachel's running towards the source of the sound. At the edge of the woods, anyone else who's out there or at least close enough might see her stop eerily still, and even if they can't see her mouth move, they might notice that the way her hair moves doesn't quite make sense even with all the wind whipping about. And then after just a few heartbeats, she's running towards the source of the screaming again, heedless of any beating her body might be taking or the fact her teeth are starting to chatter]
march 17
[despite her case of 'mild hypothermia' which she keeps trying to laugh off, Rachel is at the fair. Partially for a more morbid curiosity to see what people here think of when they think of leprechauns--she's going to have to keep a lot of laugher and eye rolling in check. But she's also checking out the craft booths to see if anyone is making anything that is more than trinkets, anything with real magic in it.
And of course, after sunset, she can be found at the food stalls with a cup in hand looking a lot happier than she has been in days, although there are moments when the loud music seems to catch her off guard for some reason and she stares into space, trying to get one still stubbornly foggy memory to finish clearing]