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[Aug. 16th, 2009|11:52 am] |
Who: Ellen Fanshaw and Constable Benton Fraser, RCMP
Where: Consulate General of Canada in Chicago/Consulat général du Canada à Chicago
What: Ellen's less than grand entrance to this world
Warnings: Language from Ellen, and other ego-driven explosions.
As a rule, the Canadian Consulate in Chicago is a quiet place, the nation's business in the tri-state area being conducted in a low murmur accompanied by the gentle tap-tapping of keys, punctuated by the occasional telephone ring. But rules are meant to be broken, and now it is a young constable's responsibility to try and mend them again.
"Ma'am," Constable Hourani says in her most patient voice, "I do understand that this is very distressing for you--"
"Distressing?" repeats Ellen Fanshaw. "Yes, I suppose you could call it distressing if you had a limited vocabulary. Maybe I didn't make myself clear. I've been kidnapped. I'm supposed to be in New Burbage. I'm not the only one who's gone missing lately either. You should call them. Or check whatever it is you people check for reports of serial kidnappings. Go on. There's bound to be something about it. It's not as if much happens in New Burbage besides the festival."
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[Aug. 16th, 2009|03:45 pm] |
Who: Sophie Devereaux and Sam Ford
What: Shopping
Warnings: Not a one. Unless office supplies scare you? Or zombies attack at the mall...
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[Aug. 16th, 2009|09:15 pm] |
Who: Jon Kent and Sophie Frost
What: Walking home from a tabletop game.
Warnings: Fairly emphatically no.
( Dorkiest. Romance. Ever. ) |
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