Fresh air, what the heck

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Having found a nice place to settle under some trees, Grace is sat on the grass somewhere near the Plaza. Honestly she's not sure exactly where she is, but it's in the sun, so she's content.

For once she's not in tights, but dressed casually and comfortably in a thick knit cardigan and jeans, with her hair down, and hanging in front of her in a torrent of curls (a rare sight - take a picture while you can).

Guess who's managed to find her way home? And guess who's come back to the Nexus with a bag full of stuff to keep her occupied here for a while longer?

Her bag's open next to her, with a variety of things either sticking out of it or spread around her; snacks, more clothes, folded ribbon, more snacks, and about six pairs of pointe shoes. She's not breaking them this time, just sewing the ribbons into them at a leisurely pace, quite happily singing along to what's playing from her little iPod speakers.

Having seen a few people passing by, she'll gladly accept company if someone feels like sitting a while.

Nah-nah-nah-fishing!

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Dean is still feeling like shit, but he is itching to get back outside and to enjoy the one chance he has got to enjoy a little r&r and with box full of pepto tucked away into the trunk of his beloved 67' Impala. Dean has driven himself to a nice lake to do a little fishing and maybe some drinking if his stomach permits it. But so far, things have improved since his meeting with the monk or so he wants to think.

With his car in park, Dean is enjoying the cool fall air and it doesn't seem to bother him that it is getting a bit nippy and there is a slim chance he'll catch anything. And soon he's sitting out there in front of the lake in with his ass parked in a cheap lawn chair, pepto in hand, and a fishing pole sitting down at his side. Bliss, if this is his new heaven he won't complain except for well some minor things.

"I feel like I've deserved this. So what do people like to do in order to relax in these parts? And what have you done lately that makes you feel like you've deserved a vacation?" Dean reclines back in his chair, and he listens to the sound of a Styx cassette playing from the speakers of the Impala. "Hard-mode: No saving the world or universe from whatever apocalypse your home faced."