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Theodore Nott (fiadornott) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2011-10-23 01:03:00

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!status: complete, ^date: october 30 2003, character: theodore nott, character: tracey davis

Characters: Tracey and Theodore
Setting: Mynydd House, Bristol (Theodore's home); 12:15
Content: Worksafe, likely, although there will certainly be reference made to what he was up to earlier.
Summary: Friends + Coffee = Awesome.

It was unusual to find Theodore's place in such a state of disarray. Books were in small piles around the house and Theodore himself was feeling somewhat disorganized after a rather unusual evening--or morning? It wasn't wholly good, nor was it wholly bad, but it was something unusual (i.e. when it was bad, it was bad; when it was good, it was good). Upon the return to Mynydd House, a home that looked grossly out of place but was magically hidden in downtown Bristol (where the rest of the city had sprouted around it and clearly shows the edges of the property), he knew that he'd be unable to sleep.

He wasn't sure as to whether it was due to the strange vision or whether it was due to the encounter earlier that evening. He did manage to occupy himself with thoughts of the vision, as he had read each and every entry, his own notes and related books from his library. He had a several pages of scribbled notes with a list of books that he'd have to find at the library or Flourish and Blotts.

What he had managed to not do was change out of what he was wearing the previous night. His tie was strewn across the library floor, but other than that he had found new energy to work on figuring things out despite the distinct smell of alcohol and perfume. That hadn't become a consideration while he was working away at trying to piece together what had happened. He just had one idea, which led to another, and to the next. It was a day off of work, but there never was a day off of his own curiousity. In a spare moment, he replied to some of the journal entries, but soon returned to work, losing track of time once more. He also did manage to forget to change into something more appropriate as Tracey would soon be stopping by with coffee. Instead he was sitting at the sitting room closest to the door and was drawn to an article about the effects of various types of magic on dreams and the origins of the draught of dreamless sleep.

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lacedtrace
2011-10-24 01:30 am UTC (link)

Tracey did have to go into work, though she felt absolutely miserable. She'd been filled with more dread after the strange episode that night. To feel nothing... it had been so draining. To become an emotionless shell. To be so bitter, and not care about anyone, pushing them all away. Just like her mother.

So now, she didn't want to be alone. And she was worried about Theo. It seemed like everyone had experienced something, so she suspected that something happened to Theo as well. So she was using this coffee trip as an excuse to find out. She still felt terrible, but she was in her work clothes. She didn't have much make up on, so she was paler than usual, and her hair was in fashionably messy. That's what she was calling it.

Tracey had been to Theo's house before, so she was able to get through the hidden barriers and get to the door. She only knocked to let Theo know she was there, and Tracey let herself in. "Theodore... here with steaming hot coffee," Tracey said, holding the two cups in her hand, with her bag slung over her shoulder.

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fiadornott
2011-10-24 02:05 am UTC (link)

"Oh--good afternoon," Theodore said, almost falling off the couch as he had been sitting on it in an awkward position as he had been far too restless to sit properly. The glass of wine that sat on the side table wobbled precariously before settling back to equilibrium. It was then that he remembered that she said that she was going to visit.

What he didn't realize was that she was already inside the house. "I'm sorry, I forgot that you were going to be here. I'll be right back once I get something decent on," he said, walking out of the sitting room and right into her as she had entered the house. It took seconds for him to register her presence. "Good afternoon, Tracey," he said. "Thanks for stopping by."