Piper Halliwell

Piper was pretty busy these days. Ever since she'd been promoted as one of the main chefs at the restaurant she worked at, she didn't have as much free time. Today was a rare night off, and she was using the time wisely to relax.

Currently, she was sitting outside on the apartment balcony, taking in the view. It wasn't much of one. Just more apartment buildings. Still, it was kind of nice out here. She took out her phone and started flipping through some of her pictures, smiling at the pictures of her two grandkids. The newest one, Matthew, was born just last week. He was one of Chris and Summer's that showed up all those years ago, and he was adorable and amazing like his cousin Victoria. It was strange that she was sort of a grandmother before she even had kids of her own.

That led her to think about the teenage girl she met a few years ago and whether she was in her future or not. She wondered if Lindsey thought about her, too. Maybe they should talk about that. Someday.

[Piper lives! Thought I'd dust this thing off. Also, open if anyone wants to talk to her for whatever reason.]

Piper was glad to have a job that mostly didn't require her to work on weekends. This just happened to be one of those lucky weekends off. Today was her birthday. She didn't want to spend it at the restaurant preparing birthday dinners for other people. Really.

Her tradition hadn't changed, either. She'd gone to a local bakery and got herself a single birthday cupcake. Just because she wasn't in the same dimension didn't mean that had to change. Besides, she was very happy with her life right now as well as her current living situation.

She wouldn't change that for all the cupcakes in the world.

[open!]

Piper was finally getting around to something she'd put off for a few weeks. She was finally moving the rest of her stuff into Lindsey's apartment. Or was it theirs? After all, they were married now, and had been for just a few weeks. It had been a small ceremony at Halliwell Manor with just a few friends and family. Only the cake was super elaborate, and that was because Piper was serious about important baked goods.

Things were good right now. Perfect, really.

Piper was very pleased with the tiny Christmas tree in her room. Sure, it was a bit late to be decorating a tree, but she finally had a chance to after over time at the restaurant, dealing with some lower level demons, holiday baking, and the decorating she did around the hotel. Besides, the tree wasn't as messy as a poinsettia after being attacked by Kit. Silly cat.

Maybe she'd even put a few presents under it.

[open for visits, phone calls, etc.]

Piper coped with trauma the best way she knew how: by baking. She spent the last few hours in the kitchen baking cookies and brownies. Though her experience in that hellish world was not as awful as some others, she still had some memories from there. She baked so she didn't have to think about how depressing it was, or the strange guilt she felt because the other her wasn't able to get her family and everyone else out of the prison right away.

At least the residents of the hotel would benefit from her trauma.


[seemed like a good excuse for a baking post; for residents, visits, phone calls, or the need for baked goods!]

Today was yet another birthday for Piper. She spent it the best way she could by stopping at a fancy bakery for a red velvet cupcake. This was becoming a bit of a tradition for her now. It was the most celebratory she could get when she had to work the next day.

Later in the evening, when she was more relaxed, she lit a candle on the cupcake and made a wish moments later. It wasn't much of one. She just wanted this to be a good year, expected Fandom weirdness and all.

[can be open for visits or calls or whatever]

Piper wasn't sure why she came into work today. No, she knew exactly why. Distraction. That's what it was. Wyatt had kept her informed about the latest distressing situation. People were missing. More importantly, Chris was missing. He technically wasn't her son, but she loved him as such anyway. So she spent practically the entire weekend consulting the Book of Shadows, searching the pages individually at least three times. It didn't matter, though. The searches provided no answers.

( Maybe she should have stayed home... )

[NFB, NFI, ooc okay]

Piper was tired. She'd been to multiple restaurants seeking a job. There were many recipe auditions because of it. She was given many reasons for not being hired: too young, not enough experience, restaurant going in another direction. Whatever the reason, it left her feeling rejected.

She wasn't sure why she was trying again at another restaurant. She was certain there would be another rejection. Still, she wasn't one to give up easily.

( Wherein cooking occurs...and bad French accents... )

[some dialogue taken from the pilot episode with a few tweaks; open for calls or whatever.]

Today was Piper's birthday. She spent it the best way she possibly could. She stopped at a cupcake shop near the hotel and got herself a red velvet one. Then she bought a mix of cupcakes to take home with her.

They were all hers, but she was willing to share. Maybe.

[open to other residents, phone calls, etc.]

To: [FH Friends]
From: Piper Halliwell
Re: Thanksgiving

Hi everyone! It's that time again. Thanksgiving at the Hyperion. Once again, Veronica and I will be doing the cooking, so the food is guaranteed to be excellent. Feel free to hang out with us if you don't have any plans. If you want to stick around for a few days, that's fine, too. There's plenty of room. Hope to see you Thursday!

-Piper


[ooc: if you're friends with any of the Hyperion residents, you definitely received this email! post will go up Wednesday for extreme sp]