✧Zatanna Zatara✧ (
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tushanshu_logs2016-01-25 09:27 pm
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We don't care where you've been [WC Catch-All | OPEN]
Characters: Zatanna Zatara & Any Who Want to Pop On In
Date: Mid- to Late January
Location: The Welcome Center
Situation: Greeting New Arrivals, Old Arrivals...and perhaps, contemplating some redecorating
Warnings/Rating: That depends on whether or not people behave themselves.

It wasn't Spring Yet, but Zatanna was already donning a bandana on her head, and dressed in comfortable sweatpants and a sweatshirt with rolled-up sleeves. Sitting on the floor in the middle of the room, amidst a flurry of papers, sketches, floor plans, and...fabric patterns?
Of course, because she had gone out of her way to make sure the fog stayed outside (note the double-locked windows, small fans blowing on either side of the main entrance, and the air purifier on the main desk), she occasionally muttered a spell to help levitate one or more items in front of her. Pressing her lips together, and shifting her head this way and that to get the best possible angle for making such a decision.
Should the little bell announcing a new presence chose to ring, they'll be greeted with a slightly distracted wave and "Can I help you?" without looking up. So focused on her current task at hand.
Date: Mid- to Late January
Location: The Welcome Center
Situation: Greeting New Arrivals, Old Arrivals...and perhaps, contemplating some redecorating
Warnings/Rating: That depends on whether or not people behave themselves.

It wasn't Spring Yet, but Zatanna was already donning a bandana on her head, and dressed in comfortable sweatpants and a sweatshirt with rolled-up sleeves. Sitting on the floor in the middle of the room, amidst a flurry of papers, sketches, floor plans, and...fabric patterns?
Of course, because she had gone out of her way to make sure the fog stayed outside (note the double-locked windows, small fans blowing on either side of the main entrance, and the air purifier on the main desk), she occasionally muttered a spell to help levitate one or more items in front of her. Pressing her lips together, and shifting her head this way and that to get the best possible angle for making such a decision.
Should the little bell announcing a new presence chose to ring, they'll be greeted with a slightly distracted wave and "Can I help you?" without looking up. So focused on her current task at hand.