#notinsanedruid

It didn’t take long for Millie to make the decision to take Soupernatural’s soups outside. With the power out, the soups would go bad, fast, and Millie wasn’t the type to let a good soup go to waste. They set up the large stock pots just outside the shop on the sidewalk, offering bowls to those who passed by. It was slow at first, as people were panicking and trying to get home, but as time wore on into the evening, hunger replaced suspicion. It was an odd sight, serving soup to someone all while a few doors down, people had started looting. It was a dangerous time, and Art thought his mom was crazy to think this was a good idea. He’d just finished ladling out the last of the Italian Wedding Soup and was taking the large pot back inside when recognized a familiar face. “Veronica! You’re okay! We’ve been worried!”

Routine parking duty was not one of Jordan’s favorite duties. The last time he was stuck doing it, he ended up with an altercation between him and Theo. So when he parked his squad car next to the vehicle in an industrial area, he braced himself for another delinquent runaway kid. He knocked his knuckles on the window, letting the occupant know he wanted to speak with them. “Are you aware you cannot park here?” he asked, completely routine.

“He takes too long to initiate coitus with his mate. I suspect this is due to issues with finishing prematurely. When he mounts, he makes noises no gatekeeper should hear. 

He urinates in a designated area instead of in the grass as nature intended. He does not consume adequate food.”

“After questioning the purpose of this word... yes. Throw a flat, spinning desk and I will return it. It expends excess energy.”

“I want to like Veronica. I really do. I’m sure underneath all those harsh words and biting tongue is a perfectly nice person. Well. Not perfect. But nice. I don’t think she has any reason to be so terrible with me just because of my job. I have a duty. I perform it well. And if she breaks the law, it is my duty to help her fix it. Her questionable life choices make me wonder if she knew Alistair during his dark times, and if so, would that mean he is in danger of revisiting them? She worries me. I’m afraid to go and visit Alistair unannounced and find her there and then what would I do?”

“Talky Druid purchases hamburgers. My vessel should trust those who purchase sustenance.”

Lydia had been driving home from school when the power went out. She’d stayed late to help a girl in her class study for finals, which Lydia was more than happy to do. Normal teenage activities helped keep her grounded these days and if Lydia could take her intelligence and help someone else out then she would without so much as a second thought. Unfortunately that meant it was dark outside when she was on her way home. She could hardly see once the street lights went out and the traffic lights being down was making for an even more difficult commute home. Lydia had managed to do alright until she got to the larger intersection near her house and she saw someone in the middle of the street wearing glow sticks. For a split second Lydia thought it must’ve been a very crafty police officer directing traffic but once Lydia took their direction and went through the intersection, only to be seconds away from being side swiped by a car in the other direction, she knew this person was no traffic director. Lydia stopped the car and got out immediately, making sure to flip off the person who almost hit her before going up to the girl on the street. “What the hell are you doing? Are you qualified for this?” Lydia asked, only making out the familiar face once she got closer. She couldn’t remember her name but Lydia had met this girl before.

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