Into the woods to mind the wolf, to heed the witch.

[lovelylight]

The studio apartment she's found for such a steal of a price is crappier even than Lexi could have imagined it to be. Which makes sense, given that the building appears situated in the less wealthy section of town. It ought to depress her, but instead, Lexi finds herself delighted by the process of reinventing the space into her own. She spends most of the day cleaning and restoring the parts that need to be restored. She only gets around to moving her stuff in and unpacking by the middle of the afternoon. She's covered in sweat, dressed as she is in her corset and fishnets. She laughs to herself as she catches sight of herself in the mirror. She is the very definition of hot damn mess.

She gives up for a bit when she loads her box of dolls and Beanie Babies into the corner. She still has to sort and organize them, and that is going to take ages. And Lexi, with her current bout of inspiration, doesn't have ages. She has the strongest desire for iced tea and something sweet. Preferably something minty and sweet.

So she abandons her moving project in favor of seeking out refreshment from what seems to be the place to be in town: The Quill. It doesn't take her long to get there, even as people occasionally block her path, turning to gawk at her state of dress. It doesn't bother her in the least. She always does enjoy making people stare, anyway.

After this, she promises herself as she pushes through the doors of the Quill, she will text Rian, and even Wren. They still have no idea that she's arrived, after all.

She grins at that prospect, making her way over to the counter to place her order.

[OOC: Open to all! Lexi's first post. Find her at the Quill; she's very much a people person, so she will be delighted to say hello. Feel free to recognize her if your pup is an Enfants fan. :3]

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[wastelandflower]

Before the text can even be written, Rian comes and looms over a familiar petite frame and pink head of hair. "You never could tell us what you had planned," he says. Figuring it's a fair toll, Rian grabs her coffee and holds it above her head.

"Alexia Cassandra Gibbs," he says, putting his other hand on his hip, as if he can really chide. "So you got my text, then?"

[fairywren]

It may be warm out, but that really doesn't mean much in terms of the colors of Wren's wardrobe. It does, however, mean he's lost the leather jacket in favor of a white vest over a tank top. And sunscreen.

He's thinking of heading over to the zoo, maybe catching Hana, but there's some time to kill and he has music in his head, so he wanders into Quill to grab a drink and think.

At first he thinks he's just seeing things. Every tiny redhaired (or blonde, or sometimes pinkhaired) girl with a corset or sufficient spring in her step was Lexi, for a while, after they all parted ways. It had been maddening: every word something to tell Lexi or Rian or both, every corner filled with their faces and knowing he could have done something, something better, been better, less -- him.

He's been thinking he's over that stage, so he has to hold himself still and remind himself he's fucking in his thirties for a second.

And then she turns very slightly and he realizes it is her.

"Fuck me," he says out loud, drawing stares from patrons, including a glare from someone with a small child. "Lexi Gibbs. Were you planning on saying something?"

[cry_reaper]

After seeing Wren in the paper and running into Rian at the SCOTUS decision celebrations, Lily probably shouldn't have been all that surprised to see the third Enfant sitting at the Quill enjoying a drink. It didn't stop her from being actually surprised. Surprised and quite pleased. All three of them had been friends of a sort, going to the same parties, taking the same drugs, waking up in the same states of undress and confusion after the other two, but Lexi had been the uneasy center. Or the strong center on two uneasy legs? Shit, they'd all been various messes when Lily knew them. And now here she was, sipping a drink and looking just as manic pixie as she had the last time Lily'd photographed her.

Grabbing her own espresso (one of the few things she really missed from Italy, not that The Quill was bad, it just wasn't home), she plopped down into the empty chair across from her old friend and leaned back. "I seriously should have put money on it. Once I knew they were both here." No need to elaborate on who they were. "And me without my fucking camera for once. Lexi, darling, aside from the obvious, what are you doing in this quaint little hell?"