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riverviewlogs2018-02-20 09:33 am
angelic_archer) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-02-20 09:33 am
♫ Now I long for yesterday ♫
who: Alec Lightwood, Izzy Lightwood, Jace Wayland, Magnus Bane, and Clary Fray
what: Hanging out in the music store that shouldn't exist
when: February 20
where: At the record store from Wayward Pines that really shouldn't be in Quarantine
warnings: Will update as needed
The Vinyl Frontier shouldn't be in Quarantine. Alec logically knew that it had to be an illusion or some kind of magic trick, but it seemed real. Every detail that he remembered from their stay in Idaho was there. He knew that some of those memories were false, but others were incredibly real. The knickknacks that decorated the shop weren't souvenirs from a cross-country trip with Magnus, but they were still special. The shop had been an odd sanctuary, someplace he could enjoy music and share it with people who felt the same way about the old vinyl that was stored in wooden bins. A place what was his even if Magnus' name was also listed as proprietor.
Wandering the main floor, he started up the jukebox, smiling as one of the songs from the sock hop they'd had upstairs began to play. Easing into one of the chairs that he'd set up in Izzy and Magnus' sitting area, he looked around, realizing how much he missed this normalcy. Digging his phone out of his pocket, he texted the location of the shop to his family and Clary, telling them that they could come by if they wanted and sending them the address. When they eventually arrive, they'll find him sitting in one of the velvet chairs, or sorting through the boxes of records like he had when most of them had been in Pines.
what: Hanging out in the music store that shouldn't exist
when: February 20
where: At the record store from Wayward Pines that really shouldn't be in Quarantine
warnings: Will update as needed
The Vinyl Frontier shouldn't be in Quarantine. Alec logically knew that it had to be an illusion or some kind of magic trick, but it seemed real. Every detail that he remembered from their stay in Idaho was there. He knew that some of those memories were false, but others were incredibly real. The knickknacks that decorated the shop weren't souvenirs from a cross-country trip with Magnus, but they were still special. The shop had been an odd sanctuary, someplace he could enjoy music and share it with people who felt the same way about the old vinyl that was stored in wooden bins. A place what was his even if Magnus' name was also listed as proprietor.
Wandering the main floor, he started up the jukebox, smiling as one of the songs from the sock hop they'd had upstairs began to play. Easing into one of the chairs that he'd set up in Izzy and Magnus' sitting area, he looked around, realizing how much he missed this normalcy. Digging his phone out of his pocket, he texted the location of the shop to his family and Clary, telling them that they could come by if they wanted and sending them the address. When they eventually arrive, they'll find him sitting in one of the velvet chairs, or sorting through the boxes of records like he had when most of them had been in Pines.
