Musings Logs

Who: Liesel and Gilbert
What: A not-so-chance encounter, more something most people describe as stalking.
Where: A quaint little bookstore somewhere in Seattle.
When: Thursday afternoon.
Warnings: Not at all!

( How dost thou Guildenstern? )

Who: Gil and Jen
What: Man: Interrupted. Specifically, interrupted while up to activities of questionable legality.
When: Post-Bank fiasco, probably a few days later, in fact, once things have calmed down.
Where: Outside a reputable jewellery store in the area.
Warnings: None. Not as far as I know, anyway.

( As imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name )