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Pandora Montgomery ([info]pandacharms) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-10-09 13:00:00

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Entry tags:character: chris summers, character: pandora montgomery

RP: So. Wet.
Who: Pandora and OPEN

What: she is so wet

Where: The Alley

When: Friday evening, Oct 9

Rating: NSFW (language)


Pandora shivered almost violently as she left the shop. It wasn’t that she’d forgotten how cool it was as the sun was heading down, or how damp she was despite a lot of spell work on her part. She still wasn’t certain of the precise qualities of the water of the enchanted painting, but it resisted spell work quite heavily. It was old, she knew that much.

She clutched Elroy’s cloak around her. She didn’t feel up to Apparating and she had to get some warmer clothes on before she’d feel up to either doing so or catching a taxi. She muttered dire imprecations at the work she’d been doing today under her breath as she stomped down the alley, her once wonderful boots still squelching quietly. Ruined. Her entire outfit for the day was utterly ruined.



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[info]chrisss
2015-10-10 12:17 am UTC (link)
Chris locked the doors to the Fawley offices with a flick of his wand and headed down the Alley to the apparation point. As he headed, though, he saw a familiar - damp - face and a small body buried under a cloack. "Dora?" He called, wondering what on earth had happened to her.

He hurried up to match her stride and gave her a concerned look. "Are you all right?"

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[info]pandacharms
2015-10-10 12:00 pm UTC (link)
Dora stopped, fingers gripping the edges of the overlarge cloak. She managed a smile for Chris before setting her jaw against any chattering it might think of doing without her permission. She was good at pretending.

"I'm wet," she said in a poutier voice than she'd intended. "An old painting went amuk in my workshop. It was a waterfall," she added, as if that explained everything, and to her it did.

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