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Tweak says, "officer....he did it!"

Severus Snape (severelyseverus) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-11-12 19:20:00

Current mood:	pensive
Entry tags:	complete, day 22, faith lehane, severus snape

WHO: Snape and Faith
WHERE: Snape's quarters
WHEN: Evening, Day 22
RATING: NC-17
STATUS: Complete

Snape busied himself in his laboratory, tending various cauldrons on the workbench and inspecting various jars on the shelves. He had not felt much like going out to the dining hall this evening, so he had bid the golems bring dinner to his rooms. As such, a half-drunk cup of pumpkin juice sat on the table beside a plate containing the greasy remnants of a roast chicken. He had heard voices outside, but could not imagine how anyone could choose to go out in the new snowy environment. Snape had been on Mirage long enough to know that the resort would change again if he waited a week or so. He couldn't imagine what he would have to go out for in that time.

Truth be told, his recent abduction and forced labour experiences had put him in a pensive and somewhat dour mood. (Yes, more dour than usual.) When he had arrived on Mirage, he had felt liberated from the daily dangers of double-agency as well as the dreary rote of the school day. He had imagined himself safe from obligation and responsibility, free to be his own master, to keep his own house, his own hours, his own company. Now, it was painfully clear he was not free at all. Evidently, this sentient planet by whom they had all been abducted cared little for their human feelings, if it could even be said to care at all. On the one hand it had "sat" idly by as a band of lawless ruffians abducted half the members of their elite club, while on the other hand it had sentenced other bands of its denizens, seemingly at random, to pointless activity, as if they were slaves to be played with, used up, and replaced once expired. He had not decided what to do about the whole situation.

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dark_slayer
2008-11-13 02:49 pm UTC (link)

Faith had spent a rather fun afternoon in the bar with Sam, who had all sorts of interesting stories to tell. She, of course, had just as many. They had many things in common, Slayer and Hunter. She was glad to have met him. Of course, she was also glad to have spent time with the alchohol in the bar, as well. To say that she was drunk would be grossly overstating the case, but she was certainly affected by the alchohol. Not staggering around, but a little bit more inclined to laugh.

When she'd finally left, it was dark outside. In her slightly-inebriated state, she considered going outside and making a snowman or something. She did head outside, but once there, she found she had no patience for it. Besides, she was getting cold. And bored, very bored. So, why not go find someone to bother? It made sense. And as far as people to bother, who was better than her Watcher? He was fun to bug, she liked the way his voice got all tight and restrained the more annoyed he got.

Well, that was settled. Without thinking about it too much, which was par for the course for her, she headed inside right away. Her cheeks were still flushed from the cold, her hands red from her attempts at making a snowman. She wandered into the building, up to Snape's room, and would have actually opened it and walked right in if she wasn't stopped. Sighing, annoyed with the fact that the knob simply wouldn't turn for her, she knocked with a strained sort of patience.

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severelyseverus
2008-11-14 12:53 am UTC (link)

Snape was not expecting any visitors. He had not made any efforts to make friends in this place, happy as he was to be free to conduct himself however he liked for once in his life. He was, therefore, quite surprised to hear knocking on his door. Anxious that it might be a golem come to take him away to another forced activity, he hesitated before answering.

Putting down the objects with which he had been puttering, he drew his wand (even though it had been useless last time) and made his way to the door. Opening it, he was both surprised and unsurprised to see Faith standing there. He had not been expecting a visitor, but if he were to have one it would be her. He was not sure what business she might have in the evening. He supposed snowfall was no real reason to suspend their training activities, but did she have to come so late? She looked irritated by something, and her hands were bright pink. He wondered if she was feeling alright.

"Faith. What are you doing here?"