Jul. 15th, 2013

the_lioness: ([Alan] Disbelief)
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[Pre-Milliways: Less Than Friends.]

The Tortallan squire who stumbles through the front door looks older than the last time he was there. Alanna has grown, but it's more than the tiny bit of added height and a leaner face; it's the exhaustion in her eyes, the tight set of her mouth, the tension in her shoulders.

Alanna first met Death when she was very young; now she understands Death in ways she never had before.

She catches herself on a chair, groaning at the bright lights dancing through her vision and the sudden pain in her head. The large wisps of fog that chased her in vanish far too quickly for it to have been natural. Pale, Alanna fumbles her sword belt off, sinks into the chair and puts her head between her knees, hands gripping her sword until her knuckles turn white.

Great Mother, now is not the time to start fainting whenever she gets worked up over Roger.



[OOC: As usual, slowtime almost immediately in effect, but I'll be up and down all day and around more tonight/tomorrow. I am just impatient. Open forever!]
souffle_girlek: (D Time to be a little bit badass)
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Oswin isn't entirely sure what happened.

She just made three things today - a souffle, chocolate chip cookies, and a berry pie.

...

The souffle collapsed and blackened to a crisp, the cookies puffed into a solid sheet of cookie-biscuits, and the berry pie is more of a berry soup.

She has all three failures in front of her at the bar, and she's poking at them with a fork, trying to figure out what went wrong.
fiery_ring: (looking for a fight?)
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[oom: Testing patience.
Carlotta takes on a batch of unruly cadets and difficult garden party guests, but finds an unexpected ally.
Warnings for alcoholism.]