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Quorra ([info]quorrious) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2011-03-18 22:11:00

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Entry tags:john blackfeather, quorra

Who: John Blackfeather and Quorra
Where: London, then Frisco
When: Evening London/Afternoon San Fran
What: Going to the beach!
Warnings: Probably none?


Quorra had tugged on a jacket and made sure that Bit had food before she left, pocketing her keys and walking to the intersection where, according to the listing on the website, there was a portkey to San Fransisco. She was a little worried, after all, she'd been told that 'home' wouldn't be the same. Which was why she was only going near home, but not to the exact place. The same state was close enough, and the ocean would be a little comfort, even if it wasn't the same as the Sea of Simulation.

She perched herself on a bench to wait for John, not minding the chill in the air at all.



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[info]thunderdemigod
2011-03-19 05:35 am UTC (link)
He took her hand and squeezed it in what he hoped was a reassuring way. "We'll be fine, I've done it many times before." He guided her to the poster that was worn and weathered. Nobody gave it a second thought unless they were specifically looking for it. He reached out and tapped it with his hand.

He was more used to portkeys than most, but he still wrinkled his nose as he waited for his guts to settle.

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