Open Log

[threatenwithcuteness]

who: Lola Pacini, and YOU!
what: Lola Out and About in September
when: That thing I just said.
where: Keeping it vague for fun, but pretty much anywhere within the protected city.
notes: Starting with prose, but will match formats for replies.

A. Cockiness

Anyone that follows Lola’s photo feed might notice a lot more photos of views from very tall places, or selfies with backdrops that don’t make any sense. Too tall to climb and generally places that only make sense for those with wings.

Or maybe a girl with a pair of jumping boots. Lola’s been practicing since the whole kidnapping thing. She’s still not certain about her ability to fight, but if she gets used to them maybe she can comfortably run away from more things. Which leads to how she practices, she stretches a little doing long jumps out in the park.

Then later scaling the outside of some of the easier to land on buildings. Ones with a lot of little ledges she can land on all the way up. Of course she’s got a helmet and pads on in case she misses an early jump. But she’s only this ambitious as she’s been getting better. Mostly.

B. Diamonds

Lola’s usual way to de-stress is painfully mundane: shopping. She loves clothes, and jewelry, and all things that make her look her best. She loves make-up and spa stuff and generally just spends her time off on herself.

So you can find her in the quaint boutiques and high end shops looking at dresses, and matching her hair to the colors of different make-ups she finds. Hair changing color as if by magic wherever she is. Trying to determine if a color is actually good on her or if she just thinks the color is pretty.
Of course, if you’re in the same shop looking at something that isn’t you, Lola won’t hesitate to say, “You probably shouldn’t get that.”

And then bluntly state why.

C. Stay

Lola’s at work but she’s the boss and she doesn’t have a shift scheduled. She’s just taking up a table in the Cantina’s little courtyard and scrolling on her phone. If it wasn’t for her name on the cantina, a few obvious paintings of her and she’s always there, you might mistake her for a customer.

She’s here because, as much as she decided she felt more at home in the quarantine, it didn’t mean she didn’t miss home. And the Cantina, and her pictures, were what she had of home. Friends she’d never see again. It was a bit much, and while she thought about popping home for a few days or a week… she never did.
She honestly thought that’d make it worse. So she’ll just stab herself in the emotions, in the corner. And you can tell because she hasn’t noticed her hair is dark gray right now.

D. Wildcard

((Like, hit me up with whatever, I’m easy. If you’re really concerned Private Message me and I’ll probably say yes.))

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[wit_and_sword]

"Hanglider?" She had read of such things in passing, and seen images in the media, but she never considered one in real life. "You were learning to ride such a thing?"