Mary Grace is a little tipsy, a little stoned, and wearing her most comfortable cowboy boots. Which are terrible sneaking shoes because they're not quiet and not exactly made for feats of athleticism, but she can run in them and that's what's most important.
MARY GRACE'S SHIT LIST: Wand Phone Earbuds with one working ear Journal/Pen Lighter WizToids tin with 2.5 poorly rolled joints Tampons Like 90 hairbands Pocketknife A metal straw A mix of muggle and wizard change Ticket stub for the Big Pot Several condiment packets (ketchup, mustard, mayo, hot sauce) Handful of napkins Three wizcondoms Key ring, including keys for the Big Bed dorm (and the boys' because sometimes Wyatt gets locked out), some student council or work things, and a dog-shaped self defense keychain Just some... rocks? This purse really needs to be cleaned out, she definitely looks like a mom of toddlers but without the snacks.
Edited (literally almost 12 hours later because this sounds funnier) 2020-05-16 05:27 (UTC)
Armani nursed one glass of wine the entire night and is still very sober. He is wearing solid black robes that only billow a slightly above average amount, instead of dramatically.
Items on hand:
- Wand. Silver Lime, Thestral tail hair, 11in, Swishy. - Rex's magic weed killer paper football - Gucci Bag of Holding. Black leather backpack debossed with Gucci logo. Holds as much as a regular school backpack, but lets everyone know you are better than them. - Poetry Cult Keyhole Mouth Mask, charmed white. - Oh My Glyphs!: One Girl's Guide to Deciphering Glyphs. - Reusable Gel Ice Packs With Strap x 6 (All four limbs, one around chest, one around neck.) - A black turtleneck sweater to cover up the hideous ice pack around his neck, and also he is very cold now because of the ice packs. - Crystal healing jewelry (various): Clear quartz, jade, agate, black obsidian.... and rose quartz. - Blank notebook, network journal, and pen. - Cell phone with charger and Sailor Moon compact power bank. Power bank doubles as a mirror. - A family size bag of peanut butter M&Ms. Resealable zip. - Aquaphor lip balm. - Breath mints. - Vial of his own blood.
Viola is resigned to this. She's not quite so narcissistic to believe that breaking into a bowling alley on a warm, wet night in mid-May is her destiny but her footfalls are heavy with purpose as she makes her way toward Elflock Lanes. Not unusually, she has purple crescents beneath her eyes but the greys of her irises are alert. Dressed simply in charcoal and slate, she blends in with the shadows although she is all but certain that she won't escape from this adventure without, at least, a call home. That's okay. It wouldn't be the first time the Warbecks received a visit from a Hitwizard in regards to their daughters.
Unsurprisingly, she hangs near the back of the pack and observes. Perhaps surprisingly, she sticks close to Lionel and Eddy, who she is feeling a particular and peculiar kindred to in this moment.
On her back, she has a small, black leather backpack with an extension charm on the inside. It's a store-bought bag that makes the inside about the size of a locker—there are no secret hideouts in there or anything. With her she is carrying:
Her wand (10.5", Hazel wood, Morgen hair) A black silk mask with gold circles over the eyes and a golden keyhole for a mouth that turns her voice into a clipped transatlantic accent when worn Her network journal A smooth writing pen A second journal with bits of lyrics, poetry, weird feelings, and notes about mysteries jotted inside A single hair elastic A half pack of clove cigarettes Two nips of gin Glyphopedia: A Not So Comprehensive Guide A screwdriver A walkwiz magiCD player Bob Dylan's A New Morning CD Foolishly oversized headphones Over the counter burn cream potions (4)
This trip feels overdue, but also like something that could've been avoided. Somehow. Eddy doesn't know how. Too late to figure that out now. Birds, and a rock, and ghost messages, and a memory that isn't his own keep pushing him forward. And now the realization that whatever catastrophe happened before seems to be happening again.
It's no longer just some weird shit to try to make sense of.
Doesn't make him suddenly feel like he's ready to be a hero, either.
He'd meant to keep a clear head tonight, but as the party wore on and more polish got chipped off his nails, he'd indulged in just enough alcohol to take the edge off the anxiety. Doesn't stop him from gripping his wand tighter than necessary as they walk, though. Viola's quiet presence nearby is a comfort.
Hours of freezing charm practice had been crammed into the past couple days to make up for the fact that impeccable is a word that'd never be used to describe his casting abilities. It's helped. Hopefully.
And maybe the basement's just a basement.
On a regular day, Eddy's wardrobe almost seems like it's been selected specifically for raising suspicion whenever he wanders near an establishment late at night. Tonight, instead, he's traded away his leather jacket for his black NASA hoodie. You know, to blend in. It's the only alteration to his usual wardrobe though, eyes still ringed in black and hands shoved into his hoodie pocket as he walks.
Eddy travels light. Aside from his wand, he's got a wallet with a few dragots and a photo of his mamas inside, and some crumbs from whatever Mickey was eating earlier today in his hoodie pocket.
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Lionel Lovelace is all wrapped up. In a worn olive trench coat. In his thoughts. And in his feelings.
He hangs back during the walk. His mind won't stay still. He thinks of Mr. Qualls' memory he experienced earlier today. He thinks of his teacher. Of the other Lionel. Of their love and their loss. Of what happened thirty years ago. Of what they might find tonight. He tries to stop thinking. Fair or not, he wears the Qualls' family history like a tight turtleneck. A sense of personal responsibility that chokes him.
Lionel is stone cold sober, but puffs on a hand-rolled cigarette. The pockets of his trench coat contain loose-leaf tobacco, rolling paper, a matchbook from a bar called The Friend, his wand, his journal (inside which is a flyer from the greenhouse), a fountain pen, a small flashlight, spearmint chewing gum, a black silk mask with gold circle eyes and a golden keyhole mouth that makes his voice sound older, a can of compressed air, some money, his cellphone, and a laser pointer.
Audrey is another designated driver for this ride into hell. She couldn’t risk a headache. She’s dressed as she’s always dressed, now that it’s just warm enough for shorts and a sweater so big it renders the shorts invisible. She’s calm. She’s always calm. The feeling of it being a terrible reunion is prominent. She hopes it isn’t.
Audrey Has: Wand Phone 8 dragots Journal/pen Poetry Club Mask, I don’t remember its color I’m sorry I can’t go looking I’m trash Her purple flower brooch The bag of Valentine’s candy that said someone was trapped A teabag Simple wax tea candle Some moss, for luck
Wand Journal and pen Spare pair of glasses Microfiber cloth for cleaning glasses Cranberry tinted lip balm Small stone T-rex Kermit's keys (including the basement key) Snoop Crupp's ?joint? (disassembled in a sandwich baggie)
Maisy's not drunk, but she isn't sober. She packed light, because this is a serious reconnaissance mission and she is being serious about it.
MAISY'S POSSESSIONS INCLUDE: 1 Cute Cat Burglar Outfit (consisting of: a dress-code inappropriate black top, a black leopard print moto jacket, artfully torn black jeans, black boots, a black kanken backpack, and, of course, some black cat ears) 1 Wand (hers) 1 black face mask (will not wear it unless peer pressured) 1 manual SLR camera (school property) 3 scrunchies, various colors 5 sticks of spearmint gum 1 network journal (hers) 1 notebook (ostensibly for herbology class notes, mostly blank) 3 bottles of WizGatorade (red, blue, and orange) 3 pens (black, purple, silver glitter gel) 1 extra pair of socks (black) Various dubiously effective tools for divination, "borrowed" from her aunts (including: crystal on a chain, dowsing rods, bag of bone shards, bundle of sticks with symbols on them) Various loose coins, varying denominations
"What did y'all bring?" he asks the group excitedly in a hushed whisper. He lowers his turtle neck, just a peek. "I wore ice packs so the vines won't try to choke me out again."
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WHAT'S UP?
WHAT'S UP, Mary Grace?
MARY GRACE'S SHIT LIST:
Wand
Phone
Earbuds with one working ear
Journal/Pen
Lighter
WizToids tin with 2.5 poorly rolled joints
Tampons
Like 90 hairbands
Pocketknife
A metal straw
A mix of muggle and wizard change
Ticket stub for the Big Pot
Several condiment packets (ketchup, mustard, mayo, hot sauce)
Handful of napkins
Three wizcondoms
Key ring, including keys for the Big Bed dorm (and the boys' because sometimes Wyatt gets locked out), some student council or work things, and a dog-shaped self defense keychain
Just some... rocks? This purse really needs to be cleaned out, she definitely looks like a mom of toddlers but without the snacks.
WHAT'S UP, ARMANI?
Items on hand:
- Wand. Silver Lime, Thestral tail hair, 11in, Swishy.
- Rex's magic weed killer paper football
- Gucci Bag of Holding. Black leather backpack debossed with Gucci logo. Holds as much as a regular school backpack, but lets everyone know you are better than them.
- Poetry Cult Keyhole Mouth Mask, charmed white.
- Oh My Glyphs!: One Girl's Guide to Deciphering Glyphs.
- Reusable Gel Ice Packs With Strap x 6 (All four limbs, one around chest, one around neck.)
- A black turtleneck sweater to cover up the hideous ice pack around his neck, and also he is very cold now because of the ice packs.
- Crystal healing jewelry (various): Clear quartz, jade, agate, black obsidian.... and rose quartz.
- Blank notebook, network journal, and pen.
- Cell phone with charger and Sailor Moon compact power bank. Power bank doubles as a mirror.
- A family size bag of peanut butter M&Ms. Resealable zip.
- Aquaphor lip balm.
- Breath mints.
- Vial of his own blood.
WHAT'S UP, Viola?
Unsurprisingly, she hangs near the back of the pack and observes. Perhaps surprisingly, she sticks close to Lionel and Eddy, who she is feeling a particular and peculiar kindred to in this moment.
On her back, she has a small, black leather backpack with an extension charm on the inside. It's a store-bought bag that makes the inside about the size of a locker—there are no secret hideouts in there or anything. With her she is carrying:
Her wand (10.5", Hazel wood, Morgen hair)
A black silk mask with gold circles over the eyes and a golden keyhole for a mouth that turns her voice into a clipped transatlantic accent when worn
Her network journal
A smooth writing pen
A second journal with bits of lyrics, poetry, weird feelings, and notes about mysteries jotted inside
A single hair elastic
A half pack of clove cigarettes
Two nips of gin
Glyphopedia: A Not So Comprehensive Guide
A screwdriver
A walkwiz magiCD player
Bob Dylan's A New Morning CD
Foolishly oversized headphones
Over the counter burn cream potions (4)
WHAT'S UP, Eddy?
It's no longer just some weird shit to try to make sense of.
Doesn't make him suddenly feel like he's ready to be a hero, either.
He'd meant to keep a clear head tonight, but as the party wore on and more polish got chipped off his nails, he'd indulged in just enough alcohol to take the edge off the anxiety. Doesn't stop him from gripping his wand tighter than necessary as they walk, though. Viola's quiet presence nearby is a comfort.
Hours of freezing charm practice had been crammed into the past couple days to make up for the fact that impeccable is a word that'd never be used to describe his casting abilities. It's helped. Hopefully.
And maybe the basement's just a basement.
On a regular day, Eddy's wardrobe almost seems like it's been selected specifically for raising suspicion whenever he wanders near an establishment late at night. Tonight, instead, he's traded away his leather jacket for his black NASA hoodie. You know, to blend in. It's the only alteration to his usual wardrobe though, eyes still ringed in black and hands shoved into his hoodie pocket as he walks.
Eddy travels light. Aside from his wand, he's got a wallet with a few dragots and a photo of his mamas inside, and some crumbs from whatever Mickey was eating earlier today in his hoodie pocket.
WHAT'S UP, Lionel?
He hangs back during the walk. His mind won't stay still. He thinks of Mr. Qualls' memory he experienced earlier today. He thinks of his teacher. Of the other Lionel. Of their love and their loss. Of what happened thirty years ago. Of what they might find tonight. He tries to stop thinking. Fair or not, he wears the Qualls' family history like a tight turtleneck. A sense of personal responsibility that chokes him.
Lionel is stone cold sober, but puffs on a hand-rolled cigarette. The pockets of his trench coat contain loose-leaf tobacco, rolling paper, a matchbook from a bar called The Friend, his wand, his journal (inside which is a flyer from the greenhouse), a fountain pen, a small flashlight, spearmint chewing gum, a black silk mask with gold circle eyes and a golden keyhole mouth that makes his voice sound older, a can of compressed air, some money, his cellphone, and a laser pointer.
WHAT'S UP, Audrey??
She hopes it isn’t.
Audrey Has:
Wand
Phone
8 dragots
Journal/pen
Poetry Club Mask, I don’t remember its color I’m sorry I can’t go looking I’m trash
Her purple flower brooch
The bag of Valentine’s candy that said someone was trapped
A teabag
Simple wax tea candle
Some moss, for luck
WHAT'S UP, Trudy?
Wand
Journal and pen
Spare pair of glasses
Microfiber cloth for cleaning glasses
Cranberry tinted lip balm
Small stone T-rex
Kermit's keys (including the basement key)
Snoop Crupp's ?joint? (disassembled in a sandwich baggie)
WHAT'S UP, Maisy?
MAISY'S POSSESSIONS INCLUDE:
1 Cute Cat Burglar Outfit (consisting of: a dress-code inappropriate black top, a black leopard print moto jacket, artfully torn black jeans, black boots, a black kanken backpack, and, of course, some black cat ears)
1 Wand (hers)
1 black face mask (will not wear it unless peer pressured)
1 manual SLR camera (school property)
3 scrunchies, various colors
5 sticks of spearmint gum
1 network journal (hers)
1 notebook (ostensibly for herbology class notes, mostly blank)
3 bottles of WizGatorade (red, blue, and orange)
3 pens (black, purple, silver glitter gel)
1 extra pair of socks (black)
Various dubiously effective tools for divination, "borrowed" from her aunts (including: crystal on a chain, dowsing rods, bag of bone shards, bundle of sticks with symbols on them)
Various loose coins, varying denominations
ON THE WAY
ON THE WAY: Armani & Open++ (Open to chaining)
ON THE WAY: Armani & Viola & Open+ (Open to chaining)
ON THE WAY: Armani & Viola & Open+ (Open to chaining)
ON THE WAY: Armani & Viola & Open+ (Open to chaining)
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