#happiestevent2

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Elsa felt a bit conflicted as she arranged a room for herself. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to share one with Anna, it was more that she shouldn’t. Ever since the accident Elsabeth blamed herself for hurting her, even if it was years ago it was never truly forgotten. Feeling as conflicted as she was she found herself walking outside, clenching to herself as she watched the snowfall. The power was still not back and the hours passed without many answers. Now and then she thought back of the blue glow she had seen emitting from the sky, it was something she never had seen before and it was beautiful in a way. Almost magical. She heard the door open and turned around to see who it was. “You taking a breather as well?” She said in a weak attempt of small talk.

At present, Tina was doing her best to dodge pissed off customers, carrying a stupidly large pile of blankets on her way to find a good hiding place for a nap. “Sorry, can’t help right now, I’m on delivery duty!” she lied, as someone rounded the corner.

“What?!” He snapped.

Not only did she have to keep everyone updated on the current situation, like some news anchor, she had to help with problems that arose in locations the mayor other town leaders weren’t at. Like what to do with everyone’s pets when the citizens moved to the hotel for the duration of the stay. Figuring out the budget for food and supplies, coordinating actives to keep the townspeople’s spirits up as well as entraining the children. She barely spared a moment to eat or rest, surviving solely on coffee and willpower. The brunette had stopped at the buffet set up in the hotel to refill her coffee thermos using the Keurig that town hall had supplied, while she went over her notes written in sparkly pink gel pen, a moment of quiet before she rushed off again to see the mayor and get directions and updates. sensing someone next to her, she looked up from her work to address the individual. 

“Oh dear, I didn’t see you there. Are you waiting on coffee too?”

The town was in temporary chaos. Power outages, strange flashes in the sky, and now every citizen being squished into the limited hotels that Redwood had to offer. How had these few buildings managed to maintain electricity you ask? Why, through the kindness of those who had private generators, just like Oz Borror.

‘Kindness’ wasn’t exactly the correct word. His agreement to assist hadn’t been given for free to the mayor. On no. With Oz, there was always a price.

As people ran around the hotel reception, pushing and yelling for rooms in which they could place their head on a pillow and forget this horrible ordeal, Oz sat in the room just to the left, a snug little bar the hotel provided which served both spirits and sushi, what a weird place. Clearly the male didn’t have a necessary reason for being here, his home had not suffered the outage. Yet, here he sat, people watching and humming an old tune as he cupped a glass of bourbon. His humming would only cease when a new face sits on the stool directly beside him.

He looks to them, raising his glass to take a sip.

“A word of advice, skip the sushi.”

“One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and - pop! - out of the egg came a tiny and very hungry caterpillar.”