#* v main.

@devotivn ; [ 10AM ] a walled-in garden full of flowers, just as the afternoon heat sets in. ( accepting )

lithe figure is crouched by the edge of one of the flower-beds, fingers cradling a wilting bloom cheyenne is certainly not supposed to be touching. these little pockets of faux-nature are nicer when they are well-kept. "this bed is dry," cheyenne tsks, stands, smears dirty hands on the already smeared fabric of her jeans while turning to survey the rest of the private garden. she's sure letha is here to get her to some event that cheyenne is not at all interested in attending; the board generally has the sense to not try and force her to wine and dine the obscenely wealthy and obscenely awful donors, but sometimes sense flees them.

@atleur ; [ 7AM ] a crowded coffee shop, patrons in a rush to escape the morning rain. ( accepting )

another body presses in, jostling the empty chair across from her with a bag or a coat. there is something about her that puts off the expected asks of anyone sitting here and the like; if asked, cheyenne would say she doesn't know why, but the way she glares at each person who approaches is likely something to do with it. fingers drag through her hair, elbows resting on the surface of the table, gaze focusing on her mostly empty black coffee and the half-eaten shitty croissant she has been picking at.

another jostle, another glare. the place is getting packed in now, as if every person in new york is made of spun sugar and is afraid of melting in a little drizzle. a crack of thunder, a flash of lightning, another jostle as another person enters.

@tenderments ; [ 7AM ] a crowded coffee shop, patrons in a rush to escape the morning rain. ( accepting )

black umbrella is snapped closed efficiently as cheyenne steps into the coffee shop, joining the crush of likeminded bodies. she should already be at the studio, would have been there at least two hours ago if not for the fact she slept in an apartment in brooklyn instead of the far too fancy manhattan hotel room the abt is paying for. and the flooded subway, and the fact it seems every taxi in the borough is already occupied and it seems no one is willing to impromptu rideshare. cheyenne shakes off the umbrella and ignores the annoyed sound of someone splattered with the water as she shoulders her way through the crowd towards the counter. might as well get a drink while she's here.

@4ylins ; if i'm not annoying you, what's the point? ( accepting )

@musicien ; [ 4AM ] an empty, rusty gas station nearly flooding with rainwater. ( accepting )

cheyenne is soaked to the skin and is glaring at the sky as though it has done this to inconvenience her in particular. the rental car sits, abandoned, some mile and a half down the road where she had left it after the abomination had popped a tire. the walk here - - - trudged through sheet after sheet of pelting rain with every drop missile-targeting the top of her head - - - had been heavy with muttered curses. some shouted to the sky as if something up there would hear her and take mercy. but this is earth, and mercy is rare and impossible under the best situations. and this is not the best situation.

@handspike ; [ 12PM ] the middle of a sweltering outdoors shopping center. amelie! ( accepting )

the only half - decent slipper shop in this hellish slice of america is in the middle of some godforsaken hellscape of concrete and metal and glass. it is like a scar against the rocky red landscape ; cheyenne can only imagine the glory of this place when it was not choked with gaggles of bored teenagers and beleaguered mothers pushing strollers, arms laden with bags of shit they did not need and would become refuse in a landfill by this time next year. how did she get here. large, dark sunglasses cover her eyes as she pushes the glass door open from the shop, leaving in their wake some shaking little slip of a shopkeep who had tried to sell her some no-name brand shoe that would not have lasted a week on cheyenne's feet. the muggy air slams into her like a wave and cheyenne huffs, glancing sidelong at amelie.