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It figures that Fiona would set off the fire alarm in her building her first week back in Siren Cove. Not with an actual fire, of course. That would make her an actual fire witch, like her parents always wanted her to be, and God knows how much easier her life would be if that were the case. No, she set off the fire alarm in her usual way: experimenting with fashion and charms. Who knew that a soothing charm, a joyful charm, and velvet would clash together so violently?
Or maybe she'd been so distracted by what happened at the Siren Cove Museum over the weekend, she hadn't properly set the perimeters for her charms. Yeah, she thinks to herself, shivering outside the New Tide complex in a jacket and the lone, oversized t-shirt she uses as pajamas. That must be it.
Around her, her neighbors are grumbling and shooting nasty looks in her direction; she can't say she blames them, really. It is one in the morning on a weeknight, and she would bet that just about all of them have work or school in the morning.
"Well, good to see I still have a knack for making friends," she mutters to herself, as if talking to herself will help make the situation any more bearable.
And then she hears the sirens, and her face turns the color of old toothpaste.
"Shit," she says. "Fuck. Fucking fucker."
And now her neighbors with kids are glaring even harder in her direction; but Fiona can't bring herself to give a damn in that moment. What the hell is she going to tell the fire people when they get there? 'Sorry, officer, but my hocus pocus went haywire and accidentally set off the fire alarm, no big?' She knows there are town laws in regards to magic; what if she gets arrested?
"No, fuck, no," she tells herself, shivering more and trying to avoid the gaze of just about everyone around her. Like hell is she going to jail over failed charms.
OOC: Find Fiona outside New Tide apartments around one in the morning, having nearly set fire to her place with her own magic! There is no actual fire, however; nor is there much smoke. Anyone not familiar with magic is likely to get a sketchy version of the truth; those with powers will recognize the signs of a failed spell. Open to all!
Or maybe she'd been so distracted by what happened at the Siren Cove Museum over the weekend, she hadn't properly set the perimeters for her charms. Yeah, she thinks to herself, shivering outside the New Tide complex in a jacket and the lone, oversized t-shirt she uses as pajamas. That must be it.
Around her, her neighbors are grumbling and shooting nasty looks in her direction; she can't say she blames them, really. It is one in the morning on a weeknight, and she would bet that just about all of them have work or school in the morning.
"Well, good to see I still have a knack for making friends," she mutters to herself, as if talking to herself will help make the situation any more bearable.
And then she hears the sirens, and her face turns the color of old toothpaste.
"Shit," she says. "Fuck. Fucking fucker."
And now her neighbors with kids are glaring even harder in her direction; but Fiona can't bring herself to give a damn in that moment. What the hell is she going to tell the fire people when they get there? 'Sorry, officer, but my hocus pocus went haywire and accidentally set off the fire alarm, no big?' She knows there are town laws in regards to magic; what if she gets arrested?
"No, fuck, no," she tells herself, shivering more and trying to avoid the gaze of just about everyone around her. Like hell is she going to jail over failed charms.
OOC: Find Fiona outside New Tide apartments around one in the morning, having nearly set fire to her place with her own magic! There is no actual fire, however; nor is there much smoke. Anyone not familiar with magic is likely to get a sketchy version of the truth; those with powers will recognize the signs of a failed spell. Open to all!
