Of course, it would happen that they had to get a flat tire on a nearly deserted road that cut through the middle of a rather large forest; this couldn't have happened five hours ago when they were on the freeway, and any number of roadside assistance services were easily accessible. On top of that, it was cold, gloomy, and sprinkling off and on ( Read more... )

Left surreptitiously on her desk, Van Pelt might find a simple white envelope, labeled only with the hastily scrawled, 'VAN PELT.' Inside the envelope are two tickets to a baseball game. Underneath her desk there is a bag filled with some rugby gear: wrist guards, a back brace, and headgear.

[ooc: Let's pretend the mun posted this yesterday ( Read more... )

[She's been delaying this call for almost ten minutes now. But Van Pelt deserves it, and a part of Lisbon needs it, even if she's loath to admit it to anyone but herself.

Finally, she dials...]

Teresa Lisbon wasn't the type to easily admit to deeper emotional feelings, like genuine care, concern, affection, and love. But for the intuitive people in the world (Jane was, infuriatingly at times, amongst this lot), it was easy to see through Lisbon's carefully constructed veneer of detachment; beneath her facade, there was a softer, more ( Read more... )