Hitting Things Softly

[Avis]

Yes! The weekend had finally come! Or her weekend, anyway. Being the FNG she got stuck with all the accounts that demanded graveyard hours and work on the actual weekend so she was currently playing that enchanting game of trying to juggle all of her obligations and whims around a schedule that no one else shared. On the upside, she now had enough furniture to move out of the Circle, and enough money to help pitch in on the cabal food budget, so she was now officially living in the Fourth Wall. There was always a benefit if you looked hard enough, and Avis tried to remind herself that as she came yawning out of her room around 2:30 in the afternoon. She needed a shower and her toothbrush but her stomach felt like it was imploding and her mouth was dry so breakfast won out.

Another loud yawn spilled from her, barely muffled by her hand as she shuffled into the kitchen and got a glass from the cupboard, filled it with water, and grabbed a pudding from the fridge. Yes, pudding for breakfast. Best way to start the weekend. She dug in, oblivious to everything but opening that stupid plastic top that was glued on with the most powerful adhesive known to man. If only she had matter. Or maybe a way to teleport the pudding out of the container...

Nah, that was silly.

[Avis]

Avis looked up from her battle with the pudding lid, peering at Asp around strands of oily pre-shower hair.

"Um. Pretty good. Just, uh, getting breakfast. Maybe gonna ritual later. You?"

Sensing Asp's eyes on the fridge, the warlock scooted out of the way, moving a few feet down the counter so she could lean in peace and resume the quest for chocolatey sugar-stuff.

[Avis]

Avis pulled a face, the kind of face that said "ehhhhh", and then shrugged.

"Ok. Sure. Sitting in the lotus position for several hours isn't really what I want to do, anyway. I mean, if we go out and get attacked, I'll wish I'd done the ritual, but whatever. I probably should see the sun. And other people. I almost started talking to you cat, yesterday, which is fucking depressing."

Aha! Finally the pudding lid yeiled. A spoonful of brown stuff was shoveled into her mouth and she chewed contentedly for several seconds.

"Where do you want to go?" she asked, eating another spoonful.

[Avis]

"Well, now that the field day is over, and now that we have a hollow, I wanted to put up some month long shielding. Mental and physical. Easier to do in a ritual, ya know?" Avis shrugged and spooned more pudding into her stomach. At this rate she was starting to debate having another.

"I need to hit the dojo, too, but I'll probably do that after the ritual, cause that's a lot of sitting. So, uh, sure. That sounds good. I haven't gone mini-golfing in, like," she trailed off. It had been years. More than a decade, probably. She couldn't remember. In her mind it seemed like a kiddie thing to do, but maybe not. She didn't have any better ideas.

"Um. You know where a, uh, place is?"

[Avis]

"What's Scandia? And I don't really like getting laughed at," especially not when I have a big piece of metal in my hands. She omitted the last part, obviously. She wouldn't actually do anything, but it wasn't pleasant to feel the temptation, either. She always had nightmares afterward, even if nothing happened.

"I've never done actual golf. Is it hard or is it just whacking a little ball?" The pudding cup was finally empty. She tossed it into the garbage and went to the fridge to get another. Fuck it. She could eat something substantial later.