Euphemia (ex_distance160) wrote in regulation, @ 2008-04-19 21:35:00 |
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Current music: | "The Greatest" : Cat Power |
Entry tags: | euphemia borage, malcolm baddock |
"The stars at night turned deep to dust..."
Who: Malcolm Baddock and Euphemia Borage
Where: Malcolm's office
When: Saturday, April 19, just before midnight
What: Who knows?
Rating: TBD
Status: Open; in progress
"Don't think I'm above knocking you out with that Fiji mermaid hanging on that wall downstairs," Euphemia said as she kicked the door to Malcolm's office open, too tired to bother with any sort of a knock. Either he'd hex her or he wouldn't but a hex at least would mean that Trimble couldn't send her out on message delivery again. She set a glass of orange juice on Baddock's desk, walking over to the far windowsill and blowing out the candles there as she spoke. "You need to go home and sleep. Healer's orders. Or if they aren't his, they will be soon enough."
The memory of what she'd done with Goldstein that night ran through the back of her mind and she longed to ask if he knew of what they'd found. But it wasn't her information to give and so she contented herself with plucking a potion off one of the bookshelves and glancing at the label. "I suppose I should be glad it's not Amortentia, at least." Setting it back down, Euphemia gave Mal a squared look, then said, "You're not moving."