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Post by Maria on Nov 5, 2007 18:43:38 GMT -5
((And now you have people from 2307 A.D.))
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 5, 2007 18:44:39 GMT -5
((Apphy is needed at the threesome ['Comfoting Erik']))
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Nov 6, 2007 20:01:00 GMT -5
"I wouldn't mind so terribly if it was very different," *he said darkly.*
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Post by Micaela on Nov 6, 2007 20:07:26 GMT -5
*She seriously wondered what the hell was wrong with his former life, and chewed her lip, thinking about it. Her eyes were far-off, jumping from one crazy hypothesis to the next, including but not limited to those along the Mr.-Rochester-and-his-crazy-first-wife lines.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Nov 6, 2007 20:15:09 GMT -5
*Host in his own thoughts, he continued driving. After a while, he shook his head, as if to clear it.*
"We're nearly there, and I haven't even told you where we're off to. I have lunch in the back seat, and I've discovered a lovely park."
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Post by Micaela on Nov 6, 2007 20:18:56 GMT -5
*She didn't realize he was speaking for a moment.*
"Oh. Um. What about a lark?" *She asked, not having heard him very well. Then she realized what he had been saying.* "OH! Lunch! Sorry. Spaced out for a second. Lunch. Park. Got it." *She then smiled at him.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Nov 6, 2007 20:30:01 GMT -5
*He laughed fondly, and took her hand in his.*
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Post by Micaela on Nov 6, 2007 21:57:22 GMT -5
*She blushed happily, even though she thought that he should probably be using that second hand for driving. Whatever. She squeezed his hand.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Nov 6, 2007 22:02:13 GMT -5
((He's got mad driving skills. Not to worry.))
*They drove for a while in silence, but it was happy and comfortable now, unlike before. After a few minutes, Maxim stopped in front of the entrance to a park.*
"Here we are, my dear."
((New thread?))
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Post by Xavier on Nov 6, 2007 22:02:42 GMT -5
((Suuure. YOURE ALREADY IN ONE PARK. HOR.
j/k.))
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Post by Teddy on Nov 8, 2007 0:02:35 GMT -5
Teddy knocked on his godmother's door. If there was anyone who would understand his situation, it was Micaela.
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Post by Micaela on Nov 8, 2007 0:03:15 GMT -5
"Come in!" *She called. She was curled on the couch, reading a book.*
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Post by Teddy on Nov 8, 2007 0:32:44 GMT -5
"Aunt Micaela, can I talk to you about something? Something really, really private that shouldn't reach certain ears, if you know what I mean."
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Post by Micaela on Nov 8, 2007 12:05:23 GMT -5
*She set her book down, eyes wide.*
"Of course, sit down, get comfy. I'll go get the tea." *She said. As if it had known it was wanted, the kettle began to whistle and she poured two cups: one with hot water, honey and lemon for her voice, which had been bothering her in the recent cold weather, and one with tea, just the way Teddy liked it. She set them on the table before the couch and sat back down, tucking her little feet underneath her skirts.* "Sit. Spill." *It was warm in her apartment, and the tea was piping hot--perfect conditions for gossiping and angsting.*
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Post by Teddy on Nov 9, 2007 17:34:04 GMT -5
"Um..." He tried to find the right words. "I... just kissed a guy."
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