Florence hasn't really been out and about much since well before having her babies.

She's decided it's about time to re-emerge especially now that her figure is mostly back, if you ignore the fact that she still has WOAHboobsSo now she's sitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea on the table in front of her, and one of the two babies comfortably ( Read more... )

Freddie is distressed, to say the very least. He's sitting in the main room with some preposterously pink alcoholic drink nearby, staring dully at a chess board ( Read more... )

Contrary to popular belief, Anatoly does not spend all of his time in his room. Today, for example, he is outside on the deck, book in hand.

He was in a good mood to begin with, and the fresh air and sunshine is only adding to his happiness. He really ought to spend more time outdoors.

This would be the typist speaking. Hey there ( Read more... )

Anatoly was out on the deck, leaning against the railing. Since his conversation with Florence last night, he'd been restless and unable to concentrate on anything, not even chess ( Read more... )

Svetlana wasn't sure how long she'd been waiting. Not long now, probably. It was just nerves and exaughstion making it seem like longer. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again.

Suddenly the airport was a ... boat.

She closed her eyes again, took another breath, opened them.... Still a boat.

"What's going on here?"

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Florence blinks and looks around, wide-eyed. The last thing she remembers is watching Anatoly leave for good, feeling her heart ache more with every step he took.

And her father. Was he even alive?

Now she's in an unfamiliar place and doesn't see anyone she knows. What a perfect end to a perfect day.

"Hello?"