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WHO: Ghost and Khisanth
WHERE: some rural diner about 30 miles outside the City limits!
WHEN: evening of the 16th
WARNINGS: none!
SUMMARY: GHOST IS BEING A BRO AND FIXING KHISANTH'S SHIT FOR HER. by which i mean hacking her superjail-no-private-setting thing.
FORMAT: quicklog!
[ Khisanth had given herself about two weeks to make the trip back to the City. Even in the shape of one of the swiftest birds she knows, an unassuming little brown swift, she'd gone a fair distance to find her preferred territory, and the return trip isn't short.
She sort of wonders if it's worth it.
But she's there eventually, spends a day or two eying humans distastefully as a judgmental crow on a telephone pole, and finally the designated meeting time rolls around. It's dark enough by now that she's free to lounge comfortably in the thick grove of trees behind the small diner in her own shape, and the sparrow she'd sent to carry her message waits with enforced patience by the door of the building. The charm wasn't a complicated one, and the instructions are simple, even for a tiny little brain like the sparrow's: wait for a man in a white suit, sing out its message, and disappear. ]
WHERE: some rural diner about 30 miles outside the City limits!
WHEN: evening of the 16th
WARNINGS: none!
SUMMARY: GHOST IS BEING A BRO AND FIXING KHISANTH'S SHIT FOR HER. by which i mean hacking her superjail-no-private-setting thing.
FORMAT: quicklog!
[ Khisanth had given herself about two weeks to make the trip back to the City. Even in the shape of one of the swiftest birds she knows, an unassuming little brown swift, she'd gone a fair distance to find her preferred territory, and the return trip isn't short.
She sort of wonders if it's worth it.
But she's there eventually, spends a day or two eying humans distastefully as a judgmental crow on a telephone pole, and finally the designated meeting time rolls around. It's dark enough by now that she's free to lounge comfortably in the thick grove of trees behind the small diner in her own shape, and the sparrow she'd sent to carry her message waits with enforced patience by the door of the building. The charm wasn't a complicated one, and the instructions are simple, even for a tiny little brain like the sparrow's: wait for a man in a white suit, sing out its message, and disappear. ]