Ep. 2 - Without the Other Half [Layby] Jan 17, 2015 11:59:00 GMT -5
Post by saritamccoy on Jan 17, 2015 11:59:00 GMT -5
//ooc// Set during Week 1, day 5 of Episode 2.
Her hairs stood up on end as she exited the portal to Haven. Static crackled along her body and her stomach pitched, but within moments, she was on solid ground, and not the whirling fabric of time. The singer swallowed and shook her head, rubbing a hand over a shiner that was still healing. I hope nobody asks... she thought, hefting upwards various plastic bags.
Late night in Nevada, mid-morning or early afternoon in Africa: the dissonance was surprising. Sarita blinked as the groundbridge irised shut, tilting her head to listen to a morning report with her right ear. She continued forward as she kept note of the Kenyan station playing, noting that Cat wasn't about, and neither was Layby. Deuce was still flying somewhere, high above the West Coast and no doubt hunting for Dart.
Other than the chattering of Ghetto Radio, Haven was...eerily silent. Even moreso than usual, and Sarita realized it was because of a lack of footfalls. Cleaver would sometimes poke her head out to check on everyone, and she — she was missing. The uncomfortable truth had been at the back of Sarita's mind, and the busker's lips twisted into a frown. She made a beeline for the fridge, plopping everything down on the countertop before opening the appliance's door.
It was only half-full. A quick check of the freezer revealed one half-eaten ice cream tub, and the cupboards revealed most of the coffee was gone. Again. "How many hours are you pulling, chica...?" Sarita murmured, glancing over her shoulder to see if Catharine would magically appear at the implied mention. She did not, and neither did Layby so far, and Sarita felt more unsettled.
She quickly went to putting the groceries away. Everything was sorted, quietly put where it would be easy to find. Some cheap coffee — along with a darker-roast blend that was more expensive — was put within easy reach, and various flavours of chocolate and cookie-flavoured ice cream stuffed the freezer. Milk, cream and their soy equivalents were at the forward of the fridge, and a platter of finger foods were right beside them. Once the most important things were out of the way, Sarita went to sorting various cooking supplies, vegetables and a few meats, trying to find space amongst the ice cream for hamburgers and packages of meat.
Half an hour later, she was out of her travelling clothes, donning a black-and-navy version of her red outfit. She'd been surprised to find that it had come in those colours, and such an elegant skirt looked more stunning in shades of pitch. She idly wondered what Deuce might think of them as she strode to Layby's quarters, holding for a moment before knocking.
Please don't freak about the bruise....
She lifted her knuckles and rapped them against the behemoth of a door. Then, with a trace of hesitation: "Mister Layby? Layby, are you in?"