Things could be worse [Sean]

[Celia Gaines]

So there it was, as in, in the past. She had a gig not too far from Pilot Ridge where she, or they, the entire band was playing, were going to get the news they had been wanting. But it wasn't what they were expecting. A representative of a fun little record label was there and they had been checking out the band Celia was in for quite some time, before she had met Anjali actually. They had gotten multiple gigs this way as sort of a trial thing to see if they were any good. And as the deadline was closed on them and they would get the news they deserved it was made obvious to them, in the most nice way of letting someone down, that the world wasn't ready for their sound. Now, multiple people hadf multiple thoughts on it. That they were bad, noot charismatic enough, but the ever so naive Celia took it as meaning they really weren't ready for the kind of sound they produced.

Back to doing little gigs in public places, right? At least that paid well enough. She wasn't rich, but it paid the bills seeing as they had at least gotten a steady contract out of it giving them something that would pay weekly. All this meant to Celia was that their big break had to wait a bit longer. No big deal.

Focusing on the now instead of the later on, Celia was happy that they had gotten a week in a hotel nearby the place they were supposed to perform, and that the place happened to be surrounded by all kinds of fun stuff to do. So even with the contract taken away from them she had plenty of fun stuff to do, to kill time with. Like browsing local markets, cruising the bars and such. Perhaps she could land the band a new venue, one that paid a bit better.

Not today though, today she was focused on browsing the markets, see if she could find anything worth buying, something worth munching down on. So she made her way to the farmers market to take a look, making sure she had plenty of money on her in case something caught her attention.

And that was when she saw a familiar face. Or well, back of the head. She went to stand beside the person, trying not to enter the peripheral vision so she could be unnoticed. Though she forgot to account for the fact he could probably hear her coming since before she even got there.

''Never thought you'd be into penis-shaped food.'' She joked.

[Dr. Sean Neville]

Sean took advantage of the farmers’ market from the moment that the spring thaw began in Pilot Ridge. While the telepath wasn’t a food activist and didn’t fall into the natural lifestyle belief system at all, he did like to help the local economy, he liked being able to buy wholesale without the middlemen, and he liked fresh fruits and vegetables. Keeping healthier ingredients had become all the more necessary with Josh’s dietary restrictions, and Sean didn’t like to pass up opportunities to stock their pantry.

Besides, the farmers’ market was fun.

Always filled with a variety of wares and all manner of people there to buy or to sell. Enticing aromas filled the air from the spaces where people sold baked goods, and from the kettle corn being sold on the other end of the row.

When the weather was nice, the psychiatrist liked everything about the market.

However, before he could indulge his sweet tooth, he had to make the household purchases, which meant searching for fresh vegetables and fruits.

He’d been in the process of examining the English cucumbers when he heard a familiar voice and turned his head.

Celia.

He cracked a smile despite the insinuations of the question. He knew it was a joke.

“There’s a lot people don’t know about me from my day job.” Satisfied with the one he had examined, he set it in the canvas bag used for checkout. “Are you here alone today?”

[Celia Gaines]

She was a little surprised when he didn't just turn around before she said anything. That was something she remembered about her time at Hammel, how he was able to hear you before speaking. It was slightly creepy at times but she supposed it had been good for her, she had never needed to tell him what she was afraid of, he knew what it was. She didn't really remember a time they ever touched, not counting simple handshakes or bumps and the like, but even then he never blamed her for what she did like most people. He was different and, the way Celia saw it they were friends. Sean was one of the first guys who didn't yell at her for interfering with his powers.

''Didn't you hear my mind, or something?'' She asked. It was a shame because she had lots of fun thoughts on her mind. The band thing a bit less fun, but there were also lots of things Sean could react on. ''Is the old man losing his touch..?'' Celia joked as she stuck out her tongue. Realistically it would be normal for him to be unable to hear her thoughts with all these people around, and one of her thoughts was now a question wanting to know how he handled hearing all these thoughts.

She stood beside him and threw her arm around his neck, looking around for anything interesting. Not that Sean wasn't! Oh no, he was probably the most interesting person around there, although a bit taken for granted by the blue haired girl. ''Yup. I'm here alone. Gig stuff and all that, bad news. The guys went home for the day, they left me here to fend for myself.'' She half hoped there would be some guy who hit on her so she could have some fun, she knew for a fact she couldn't tease Sean because, well, that would be weird. ''But hey, my big friend Sean is here to fend off nasty men that come my way, right?'' That would be funny to say the least, make Sean stand up for her. She wondered how many people would make him out to be a sugar daddy.

''So how's life?'' She asked. ''Still telling people how to have sex?'' Celia honestly didn't know how he did it year in and year out. She would have blown a gasket around all those hormonal kids.