Jean has not quite in, or against, her better judgment joined the train to visit all of the main cities. To see the living conditions and housing options if one took up Guardian on their offer. She's begrudgingly edging more toward it, but she still doesn't love it. There was a point when logic had to balance with the best of not-great options.

The festival was an unexpected amusement. Jean couldn't stop herself from smiling at the silly decorations of hearts and little cupids, booths and curiosities, and food decked out in red, white, and pink. She's not a hopeless romantic the way those things go, but she has an appreciation for the sentiment behind it. Reminding people in every walk of your you love them, need them, see h. Maybe, even more so this year, with the way her life, and especially her love life, has blossomed on to a freer, less than previously (and sometimes violently) drama-filled, shore.

"I'll take one of each," Jean told one of the cookie vendors. Grabbing for herself a complete set of the emoji cookies, bolder biscuit, and a small fireworks delight cake. She starts with the first, leaving the rest in a small bag hanging off her wrist. She only gets a bite in before a musical accompaniment of 'pops' suddenly bursts into life over her head along with a swarm of spinning, sparkling heart-shaped balloons.

"You can't be serious." She's turning her head and trying to look up, but they keep zipping along with the movement, doing their best to stay right above her head, and it's easier by far to see the mess of hearts over her head through the eyes of the people around her. It's a baffling surprise, but she's still smiling (it's harmless and kind of cute), even as she can't stop looking for them at the edge of her vision as she continues down the path of booths.

Jean stares at the white rose pin held between the tips of her fingers, giving a small snort, after a passing pin-girl rushes by handing them out to anyone who so much as looks at her and her overflowing bowl of them. "I think someone really got their wire's crossed. This is the last thing I need."

For now, she drops it into her bag with her cookies and other purchases.

The festival wears on and on, cute and strange at different turns, as some of the events around seem to be just a little out of hand. The sudden bursts into song, or dropping to a knee, or jumping up on benches and making loud speeches to those right below them. Families and friends in bunches tell each other how much they love them and what they love about them, in enough verbose fashion it seems a little overdone.

A little too everywhere, everyone.

There's a slight frown on her face, but it vanishes suddenly as her gaze settles on a particular person. Her eyes widen as she takes a breath through her nose and heads for them suddenly, the sudden need filling her up and demanding to be let out. Is it you she needs to confess to?

[Yes, it absolutely had to all become music lyrics today.

From Jean's pov-side, I'm going to be keeping these platonic for all threads that aren't Logan, but feel free to throw friends and family at Jean or to SUDDENLY BECOME friends and family with Jean with either of you under the platonic love fest effects, or to end up all distressingly Heart-Eyes yourself in the other way. If you want to plot things or request a private start for pre-planned etc., Jean & I can be found at wanderlustlover. ]