Multiversal

Who: Ilde Decima & OPEN.
What: Ilde has errands.
Where: Various places!
When: Coardi, various times!
Notes: Obligatory polyvore. I am not posting thread starters because I am lazy, but you can take your pick from the mentioned locations in the post. Have lunch with her! Catch her on her way out of the hospital! I HEARD YOU LIKE MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS? Etc. She mostly avoids the trains but is not opposed to sharing cabs! Feel free to drop me a line if you want to work out something in particular.
Warnings: Generalized 'Ilde is in this log' warnings; I'll edit if anything specific crops up.

Coardi this week means no work means 'everything else Ilde has to get done this week', which is how she thinks of it and a slight exaggeration of the truth; some things are easier to do if you tear them off quickly like bandaids or wax strips or bad news, so her appointments at the Glory Shada are in the morning. That way, she reasons, she can't spend the rest of the day dreading it - it'll be done, she can get it out of the way, and then she's got a dozen other things to do that can occupy the space it was taking up in her head. Quitting smoking is making her insane, she's pretty sure; she's irritable and her hands never have enough to do and there is all this time she doesn't remember having that now she has to fill up with other things. Other things that aren't putting out Ivan's cigarettes in his thigh or something similarly irrational and unhelpful. Not drinking is easier, although it complicates her social life in unforeseen ways - it isn't that she isn't willing to go out, or even that it's difficult to turn down a drink and order something nonalcoholic, it's that she likes people en masse so much less when she's sober.

On the upside, it's a problem that can be solved by not being around people, which is increasingly less difficult as they keep disappearing on her. Katherine, now Cindy; she keeps herself sane through the clinic appointment imagining Cindy's running commentary on the medical staff, which is easier than wondering what Cindy would make of what she's actually doing.

(She thinks maybe she'd like it, but she isn't sure, and anyway, it's not anybody's business at all for months yet.)

The lunch crowd at Umibōzu isn't too much on a Coardi; she lingers longer than she'd planned to before her afternoon's activities take her back further into the city proper. She makes stops at her bank, a music shop and a beauty salon; there's an architect in Brock Marsh who can give her a quote and some advice on the kind of renovations that they're thinking about for the basement (the short version of that encounter is 'Jesus, my bank balance', but they have time, which is in and of itself a strange and untrustworthy feeling). By the time she's just at the edge of the river, carrying her heels in one hand, the only things she has left to do are an evening viewing of a piano she might buy and the groceries, which she can do last and then pack into the cab going home and maybe con the driver into helping her carry them in. With a little time to kill, then, it's all right that it's beginning to get dark. She's more comfortable that way.