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Unsurprisingly, Sarah Jane is over by the fireplace today with a cup of tea and a plate of biscuits. Her notepad's opened up on her lap, but instead of writing, she's staring out at the fire and chewing on the cap of her pen.

There's a small smile on her face that may even be described as dreamy by some. If asked, she may deny it, but there's a good chance she won't. Havana aside, this past weekend was rather lovely indeed.




[ooc: the mun may dissappear due to dizzy spells. but right now, she needs a distraction from things.]

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[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

Sarah nods, sobering slightly as she drinks more of her milkshake. But the grin's still there. "Something insane? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I sense a story here."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

"I had to kill a God," he says, his tone utterly blank. He's not ashamed of it, as it needed doing, but neither is he proud. It's a horrible thing for a man to kill a God, really.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"I thought gods couldn't be killed," Sarah muses, watching him carefully. "How did you manage to do that?"