Who: Madhuri and Alastor
Which: Closed Log
Where: Their shared abode
What: Madhuri's feeling Perfectly Fine! Alastor's feeling Just Dandy as well! They're both dirty liars.
Warnings: Maybe a bit of ooky gore.



Seven days was... longer than she thought, but she fussed. She checked.

Alastor, infamous Radio Demon of his world's Hell, had woken up again and seemed... out, of sorts. But she wouldn't dare ask what he went through, and simply was glad he was alright. Though, by the looks of him, she knew that was a lie.

It had been a strange, dreamy sort of last few days. Folk were wandering the streets in new roles and she worked to help whoever she could, but she needed a break. Things were so exhausting, and she wasn't sure if it'd ever end.

Caffeine... she needed caffeine... maybe a little bit of whiskey. A lot of whiskey.

"I'm home!" She called, stepping in through the door, closing it behind her.

"Steered another dreamer from stepping right into the fountain in the square. You wouldn't believe all the new faces I've been seeing around here! What a time to start dreaming of this place, huh?"