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Noel awoke feeling somewhat groggy. As her heavy eyelids finally relented and opened up she was met with sunlight searing her poor eyes. Groaning and reaching blindly for a nearby blanket she rolled over, doing her best imitation of a burrito. 

Her phone chirped on her bedside table, wanting attention.

[color=#d4ad27]“No.”[/color] She said quietly from beneath the covers, wishing she could just turn her ears off. 

Once more it sprang to life, threatening to fall off the desk.

[color=#d4ad27]“Ugh.”[/color] Noel reached out towards the desk and managed to grasp her phone, letting her arm go limp as the phone happily buzzed in her hand once more. [color=#d4ad27]“What do you want?”[/color] She said quietly bringing her hand back under the covers where it was warm. The phone illuminated the space and revealed a few missed calls and about ten texts.

[quote]Holy… Have you seen Main Street?[/quote]
[quote]Hey, just saw Main Street, you good?[/quote]
[quote]Don’t come to work today, Main Street cleanup is insane.[/quote]
[quote]You live near MS, right? Do I need to worry?[/quote]
[quote]What happened last night? I have like a hundred texts.[/quote]

Noel groggily pushed her phone underneath her pillow and pushed her face directly into it. Screaming a little before kick her legs.

It was time to get up Noel. Put a smile on. 

She threw her covers off, rolling out of bed and barely landing on her feet. Sauntering slowly over to the bathroom mirror she grabbed a toothbrush and got to work brushing her teeth. She knew she was tired because at one point she had avoided eye contact with herself. 

She glanced down at the sink as she turned the faucet off and realized she knew it was sunny. Sure enough, opening the small window showed that she was in fact right. That was what? The third or fourth day in a row now? 

Weird.

Weirder yet was that she knew there was a storm coming. She opened the mirror revealing some medication among other things. She closed the small cabinet and caught herself shaking. She took a second to wonder why that was and found that she felt… Nervous?

That was strange. It was a day off, nothing had really happened that she could change about the storm. Was it the storm she thought was coming? Why would a storm make her nervous? She was usually pretty excited about that kind of thing as long as the town was prepared enough for it. 

She shrugged it off, however. Making her way down to her living room she snagged a button up flannel shirt.

[color=#d4ad27]“You’ve only been worn once.”[/color] She cooed happily buttoning it up. She found some leggings that looked similarly relatively clean and squeezed into them before making her way down the steps of her apartment. She lived in a small single bedroom apartment above Ringo’s. It was nice enough, even if it was a little sketchy getting in her door on some of the busier nights.

As soon as Noel made her way out the door she found it was busier than any day before. This wasn’t like when the playoffs were going on and some guys were outside smoking and calling her out. This was like a parade for the president. Except the energy of the crowd was kind of… Off. 

There seemed to be a lot of uncertainty. A lot of bad feelings going around. She noticed that her boss was outside of the Permanent Record, across the road from where she lived. But she decided that since he had given her the day off, she’d be taking it. She gave him a small wave and he returned it, but he seemed busy with the cops, it seemed like the cops were going to be [i]really[/i] busy today. All the windows she passed seemed to be broken. But she got the feeling that it couldn’t have been the weather. What with how acutely she had been aware of it recently, she hadn’t been awoken or anything. A strong breeze – even with all of her windows closed, seemed to have woken her up over the past few days.

So this was just… Off? 

As Noel walked down Main Street the trend seemed only to continue, she turned down one of the side streets, the kind a tourist wouldn’t know hosted the best coffee in Verona. Giddily her fingers twitched in anticipation as she got in line for the coffee from Simone’s. It was the best in town, and unfortunately with the amount of people who knew that [i]and[/i] the amount of people who were out around Main Street right now, she expected a heavy line. 

She wasn’t (or, was really) disappointed in that regard as the line had some serious heft to it. After waiting a solid twenty minutes or so Noel finally got some good joe, she always ordered it double-double which every barista who had served her knew that meant two milk, two sugar. Others always looked at her like she was crazy on that one, but she was pretty set in her ways. 

She went out to the curb to enjoy the coffee waiting to see what would transpire from all of this. She knew the mayor was going to have to make some kind of comment based on this. She just wasn’t really sure what he was going to say.

[i]‘It seems all the windows on Main Street have pretty perfect holes in them. Must’ve been that crazy storm, huh?’[/i] 

Wouldn’t really cut it for most folks, she assumed.

For now though, she just watched the cleanup effort. Quietly sipping on her coffee, letting the caffeine take root to stop that incessant shaking in her hands. But even as she down sip after sip, nearly reaching the halfway point, her hands didn’t stop shaking. What was going on in Verona?