EP: Kate Barlow | Main Bar, Library (age spell plot)

[ikissdhimbck]

It had been a quiet day for Kate when the loud BWA-BOOOOOOOM shook the bar. She'd just settled down after her nightly chores in the stables, easing the tension out of her back in an armchair by the fire, sipping on a hot tea with bourbon in.

(It's getting close to All Hallows' Eve, and that's making her anxious.)

However, she didn't have all that long to think about the approaching holiday before she was seeing the room from an even lower vantage point, face scrunched in distaste at the liquor on her tongue. She blinked at the teacup and quickly set it down, jumped to her feet, and looked around the strange room.

" ... Daddy?"

Kate Barlow, aged twelve, was off in search of her father.

What she found instead were the libraries.


Now, far calmer, a young Kate sits amid a pile of books, occasionally sweeping cautious glances around the room. She's finding the words of Jules Verne to be a comfort at present. Clearly she slipped and bumped her head during chores, or stumbled onto a glorious vessel somewhere in deep space. She isn't quite sure what to make of it right now, but anywhere with an endless supply of science fiction can't be all that bad.


[ooc: open forever! you may find Kate in the library or the main bar. if your character wants to be in on a heist, they can take this opportunity to meet Kate. the actual heist will happen in a later post, so it's not required you tag this one (I'll update all interested parties once it's all in place). if you'd like me to send Kate round to one of your posts, just let me know!

tiny!tag: age spell plot]

Comments

[ikissdhimbck]

Her nose crinkles.

He really is awful at this. Lucky for him, Kate's the kind of child who finds the uncertainty of adults amusing rather than unsettling.

(Quite lucky for him, because she's never strayed too far from home, and his stammering inspires not an ounce of confidence.)

"Sir, if I didn't know better, I'd think y'were trying to say we're in heaven."

How else would you take a spell from the rigors of your world?

[bornuntotrouble]

"I imagine it is - for some folk."

Beat.

"Um - you ain't dead. Probably.


"Just felt I should mention that."

(A+ 10/10 best reassurance John.)

[ikissdhimbck]

Probably?!

Kate squeezes her hands together until her fingers turn white. She doesn't feel dead, and what is more she doesn't remember dying, so she has no call to start crying.

Just never you mind that little hitch in her breathing.

"Thank you."

He is the worst, but she won't be impolite.

Holding her chin up, she surveys the room.

"What d'you do here?"

[bornuntotrouble]

John shrugs. "Like I said - take a respite from the troubles of m'world. There's a shootin' range out back, but - truth be told, I don't go out there much. Most times I warm up by the fire."

Beat.

"The fish in it ain't edible. Or so I'm told."

[ikissdhimbck]

He's given her two reasons to go wide-eyed, but the latter reason proves the most interesting.

"Why would anybody cook fish they couldn't then eat?"

She looks toward the lounge area, spying out the fireplaces in a hunt for telltale spits. She sees the swish of a tale instead, and blinks hard.

"Are there fish livin' in there?!"