Freedomtown IC

Blimey, this is different.

Adam were you reading those magazine again?

You have the pleasure of working with me today.

Don't be late or I will make you do 100 laps.

Who: Charlotte Valentine and Bea Wilson
Where: Outside the Welcome Center
When: Sunday 9PM
What: Charlotte's Arrival
Rating: Likely high, knowing Bea
Status: Closed; Complete

Charlotte had been in bed lightly dozing beside Amber when Amber had been transported to Galador. Charlotte awoke immediately when she felt Amber's body shift out of the bed. At first she thought that she'd gotten up to get a drink or something equally mundane, but it wasn't like her to just leave without saying anything. Dressed in a sheer nightgown, Charlotte got out of bed and slid a silk robe on (more out of habit than a need to ward off the cold). She padded through the apartment, her frown growing deeper. "Amber? Darling?" It wasn't like her to leave like this...

Before she could contemplate more on the matter, Charlotte was engulfed by a blinding white light and transported to Galador. She staggered as she landed on the ground, the hardwood underfoot to be replaced with lush green grass. "!" She gasped. What had just happened? Where was she? And more importantly, where was Amber?

This is very bad.

Papa, Dad, um...Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood, any Lightwoods? Uncle Jace?

We knew this could happen, but I didn't think I'd be sent to another place.

Ben? Are you out there?

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I've not been in the best of moods lately, but today at least? I'm pretty psyched. I had this thing called a GPD delivered to me here. It's... basically a little handheld console shaped like a Nintendo 3DS, that plays ROMs of pretty much every classic video game from arcade, to Atari, all the way to PS1.

Is it possible to be in love with an inanimate object? Just wondering.

Bored again.

I want to have fun. Who's up for some adventure? Could lead to a VERY good night.

While I am obviously grateful for this new version of Westeros, and all the opportunities that lie within, I'd clearly be remiss if I didn't express my admiration for the cities of Mos Eisley and Commerceport, and the many wonderful pubs located in each. I plan to become quite familiar with every beverage sold at each one of them.

You know you're a workaholic when your boss tells you to take two days off and go have a life...