What's This Back to Normal?

[vesper_verde]

Marcelo had finally been released from the hospital after a week in their care. He was under orders not to do anything strenuous. He also still needed the bandages on his front and back changed until the wounds stopped seeping. After a week of being by his bedside and making sure he didn't leave the hospital prematurely, Stephanie had finally gone back to work. That left Marcelo alone in the penthouse with little to do.

He wasn't sure if he was supposed to or not, but he left for the day. There were things he could do that were not sitting on the couch feeling miserable. He didn't know how long this small window of determined activity would last. He made sure he had his phone with him, but Marcelo was determined not to use it. He could spend a day out in New York and not need to call in back-up.

Though he itched to put on his Vesper gear and go patrolling, even in broad daylight, he knew that would get him in a whole lot of trouble. So, a day on the town it was. He had a list of places to get and the hopes some of the street vendors had some decent enough food. He hoped he got home before Stephanie, but with his list of places to visit, he wasn't sure.

Gallery LeBeau Grand Opening (Open to all)

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

Once things had gotten settled and she realized she had more than enough of her own works to display, Alisa rented out some gallery space in Manhattan to showcase it all. She was positively giddy about getting her work out in the open, as well as teaching art classes from her personal studio. All were close to her apartment, so she merely had to walk over to the gallery to open the doors.

The sign above the Gallery simply said "Gallery LeBeau", which gave her a sense of pride. This was something she always dreamed about doing. Now that the Guilds were out of her life and she had finally gone legit, things were really looking up.

Tonight would be a "free night" to display her artwork, before she would begin charging admission. Only half of of the paintings were priced to sell, while the others would be kept in her private collection. No food or alcohol would be served at this event, as it was something Alisa hated seeing at Art Galleries. People should not get wasted or stuff themselves while viewing artwork! It could only lead to disaster!

Dressed in a rather retro 1950's dress with white gloves and a matching red high heel on her foot (as her other leg had no need for a show. The glories of having a prosthetic), Alisa stood behind the desk in her gallery. She waited for people to come in and see the all the art she had on display.

Smoke Break (open)

[wild_child]

Danged child services watching the place like a hawk. Even when they weren't actually there, the threat of them dropping by had turned the school in general, and Rose's life in particular, into a far more boring place. She understood the precautions: she, David, and Em were still all underage and no one needed to be giving the appearance of an unsafe environment for kid raising.

But it was making it a heck of a lot harder for her to get her hands on any alcohol.

The alcohol, she could live without. She enjoyed her beer, but it wasn't an absolute requirement. But giving up her cigarettes was another matter entirely. Her healing factor made addiction impossible, as did any other adverse effects of it. But the tobacco smell helped dull her super-sense of smell just a little, just enough to keep it from being overwhelming. Her super-hearing, she could train to filter, but her sense of smell was harder to tame.

She was out on the back patio for now. Her senses would alert her if anyone unfamiliar was coming long ahead of time and she could hightail it and not leave a trace.

A few moments peace, at least.

And maybe some time away from the thoughts that still plagued her.