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[apotropaic]

Who: Philomena Flores & you.
What: Philomena takes abduction literally in stride.
Where: Griss Twist and thereabouts.
When: Sukkardi daytime.
Notes: a polyvore set!
Warnings: None.

Once she was out of that claustrophobic little cell of a room, Philomena hadn’t paused, had strode past the Inn employee without a thank you, handbag clamped underneath one arm, and kept going until she was outside and turning to look at everything.

Jesus. It was real.

Then she’d kept walking, determinedly, like she had some place to go, until her blisters started to form blisters from her always too-high heels. Finally, she stopped to sit on a low wall and let her mind catch up.

There was magic all around her and it was dizzying. There were more supernatural creatures here than she’d ever seen, dotted amongst others she knew were human, dotted amongst people she didn’t even know the word for. It was unreal. It was frightening and hilarious and unreal, all at the same time.

After a while, she reached for what looked like a colourful clustered bag charm, took it off and played with beads she’d made herself while reciting an incantation. It wasn’t real spellwork; it was adding something extra to a talisman. It was like offering up a silent prayer to magic, the universe, whoever was running the show, asking for help, guidance, protection. Luck. She’d take any and all right now.

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[apotropaic]

It's hard to say whether it's the interaction with another person or the fact that Megan is clearly on some sort of similar, sweary level, but some tensed up, nervous little part of Philomena deflates and the usual need to speak her mind takes over.

"Oh God yes. This? This is some serious bat shit insanity going on right here." She stabs at her thigh with her index finger for emphasis. "And, I mean, I like to think I'm good with this sort of thing? But just. Holy shit, world. Holy shit. Don't go all rabbit hole on me."

There's a flail of hands, then, "Okay, I'm done. No, probably not. But yeah."