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[Aug. 24th, 2008|12:22 am] |
Who: Calliope Sedant and Johanna Barker.
What: Alternative foodstuffs.
Where: Calliope's apartment.
When: This evening.
Warnings: Blood. PG-13.
( Lie still, close your eyes. ) |
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[Aug. 24th, 2008|07:48 pm] |
Where: Central Park
What: A Chance Meeting
Who: Ganieda and Lan
Ratings: None?
Ganieda is worried about school. Everyone said she shouldn't be, but she was still worried. She could fight of course, if she had to, but she didn't think that bow and arrow or spear could come into school with her, by all accounts. And she'd rather not use magic if she didn't have to.
She knew all sorts of things now, fires and light and shields; but still...magic wasn't fair, she didn't think.
As usual, when she is terribly worried, she has sought out Central Park again. After all, Mother was not home as usual and it was senseless to stay home alone. Here, where the trees grew and there was grass and at least a little quiet, Ganieda's jangled nerves could calm and her mind could clear. |
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[Aug. 24th, 2008|08:20 pm] |
Who: Soren Skwigelf and Henn Stillman.
What: Stern Talking Tos. And shiny things.
When: This afternoon.
Where: Henn's apartment.
Warnings: Swearing.
( Pain, threat of death, yadda yadda. ) |
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[Aug. 24th, 2008|08:55 pm] |
Who: Paige Matthews and Silas
What: Meeting him.
Where: Where ever the hell he is since he doesn't know
When: Soon after their arrivals
Warnings: None probably.
This probably fell under the heading of 'bad idea,' but then Paige had a habit of giving in her bad ideas so really this was no different. He was alone and confused and that was what she was here for, to keep him safe. Clearly that job had just become some what harder thanks to suddenly ending up in a completely different universe, something that wasn't so weird for her but she could only imagine how he was coping. He'd never really seemed all that open at anything other than God, which was what made everything all the more complicated, but then what in her life wasn't complicated? Being ever so slightly in love with her charge who didn't even know her was nothing really.
She could be professional of course, or at least that was what she was repeating over and over in her head as she made her way to where he was. Really how hard could it be? Apart from the fact she'd have to lie really well, which she was entirely not sure was any good at, it was something they should really teach you once you became a whitelighter. |
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