#godscobhevent

If she had to describe her January so far with one word, Odette would pick "overwhelming," but even that would be a massive understatement.

The influx of tourists leading to an uptick in interest in Callaway properties had been a welcome but time-consuming change, but then cleaning up all the mess from the raid had turned everything into an avalanche of problems that all needed dealt with. So many upset people, so many issues at every turn.

She'd had a persistent headache almost every day now from hours of tedious meetings and staring at paperwork and presentations and graphs until she went home late with burning eyes.

On this particular day, after a particularly tense meeting, she'd realized it was time to get out and touch some grass, literally. So she'd come to her favorite part of the Olympian Gardens to take a moment, close her eyes, and breathe in the sweet floral-scented air, listen to the chirps of birds flitting around overhead, feel the crisp wind on her face, and just completely recenter.

She hadn't expected to find someone else in her little corner, and she was a tad apprehensive when she realized who it was. She liked Thea, but she wasn't sure the feeling was mutual. It was hard to get a read on her, and in their few interactions, Odette found herself dialing up her likability efforts to the max, never sure if it had any impact at all.

She mustered up all the warmth she could find in her as she approached. "Thea! It's good to see you. I love this little spot. It's beautiful here, isn't it?"

Now, Hannah was not a regular connoisseur of the farmer's market. It's not that she didn't want to support local producers or artisans, but that she simply had no reason to go out of her way to do that here. She spent much of her time working, and if she had to spend her money, she tended to focus on getting the lowest price, and on convenience. And a farmer's market, while very pleasant, was not very convenient.

But, she wanted to buy something... fresh and local, as a sort of apology gift to Elinor. Maybe some wildflower honey, or some fresh fruit, or a cake, or soap, or candles, anything good and, well, ethical.

Frankly, though, Hannah doesn't know what to look for, and she knows it. So, she keeps her hand and her mouth to herself, and simply browses through the plentiful stalls, hoping that something will catch her eye and maybe feel right. It's hard to hunt for something based on vibes alone, but she'll do her best. And, as she does, ignoring everyone around her as they ignore her in turn.

Sophia has never gone camping before. She's never spent a significant amount of time outdoors in her life, actually, aside from the occasional outdoor party event. It's refreshing, even if the time of year means that it's absolutely freezing. It's still gorgeous. And she's never breathed in air that fills her lungs the way this air does. Like one breath here equalled a hundred breaths in her house. Like her lungs filled up fast and quick.

She smiles to herself, bringing her hands up to her face to blow warm air on them, and focusing on the fire in front of them. Which was both for warmth, and for an attempt at morning coffee. Even if it doesn't go well, Sophia is happy. She's never felt so serene. She's glad that she agreed to this little camping trip. She just hopes she doesn't catch a cold.

"Thank you. For inviting me out here. Everything is so... new. I feel like I'm seeing the world for the first time again." She can't hide the smile in her tone, the joy. She has no idea what she's doing, and Sloane likely only knows a little bit more than she does. But there was a glee in doing something completely new, and figuring it out on their own.

Harriet was no music aficionado, but she had a couple classic bands that she'd put on in the house while cleaning and pay for a close-up ticket when they came touring. It was even sort of rare for a band to make it to middle-of-nowhere New Hampshire anyways, so Harriet made a trip of it and put her work phone on mute ( at least for a few hours ) this evening in the interest of having a life outside of work.

She had honestly thought she'd be incognito outside of the Godscobh city lines tonight, but apparently someone else had the same idea. Try as he might, the thousand dollar sunglasses were a dead giveaway.

"Never thought I'd be seeing you drink a Mickey's without spitting it on the floor," the redhead grinned, suspecting she'd also snuck up on the man.

@bete-du-manoir

Adam blinks up, trying to gather his wits after the punch he'd just gotten from... oh yeah, a business competitor that just lost a lawsuit against Adam.

He blinks as someone tries to get his attention. His vision is slightly blurry, sunlight seeming extra bright as it streams in through windows at the top of the rotunda.

He takes a deep breath and squints up at the blurred shapes.

"Four?" At least he's pretty sure it's four fingers. Fuck! His head hurts.

Tim had invited her out to some kind of party in the woods though, and she hated saying no to people. Hopefully it would be a good way to get to know more people!

"You're sure this is the trail? It looks kind of dark," Sloane tugged her sweater close, standing slightly behind Tim like she was worried a bear would jump out at them.

@tootleloo-timothy

"Oh god, I don't even know what to make mine," Elinor chuckled, feeling overwhelmed as they fought through sawing a circle in the top of their pumpkin, "What are other people doing, cats?"

@tootleloo-timothy

Without thinking she took off after the thing, weaving in and out of the crowd. The people shouting at her and the music faded into the background. All she could see was that stupid creature finally within reach. When her sleeve somehow managed to get tangled with someone else. “Shit!” This was it’s doing she just knew it, it was toying with her, tormenting her. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how this happened. That’s what I get for wearing something long and billowy I guess.” Her fingers made frantic work of trying to untangle it but only seemed to make it worse.