View attachment 8269 There are many who believe there are different forces at work around them. Others are skeptical when it comes to the matters of the spirit... the skeptics are the mission. Piper walked into a planned out life in New York City. She had never taken the form of a mortal before and seeing herself in a mirror became top priority. Hesitantly, she stepped across the floor, not quite sure how everything worked. Where is a mirror? It took her a moment to find the room she was taught was the bathroom. Over a nice black marble sink was a mirror and being reflected back was an image of a woman, about 23, with thick black hair and smokey blue eyes. "Woah," she breathed out, tracing her fingers over supple red lips and smooth cheeks. A smile pulled at the corner of her lips exposing white teeth. Piper looked down over her body, finding it adorned in a tank top and sweatpants, which was different then her normal flowing beige garb. In heaven, things were different. People were aware they had bodies, but they didn't really care what they had on. They never paid much attention to their hair, or something called make up. There were rooms in heaven like bathrooms, bedrooms, living rooms. Couches and other items were present, but the difference was.. people didn't care about the names of things; they just had an inborn knowledge of what things were. Before Piper was sent down to Earth, she was given back the want to care about things; the want to know things. It was almost what people on Earth called school. Piper had to know the names of things and how things worked. She also needed to be given a crash course at being a preschool teacher since that was her occupation on Earth, and if people asked how she could have such an immaculate apartment on preschool teacher's salary, she had to say she had a rich uncle. She quickly went through some facts she needed to know, such as where to go, and who to talk to. With a nod she pushed away from the counter and began to dress in just a pair of jeans and plain white shirt. It was only Saturday, so she could just relax and find her way around. Maybe, she would go to lunch... eating something would be really nice.