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A blind date.

This is what she has been reduced to: A blind date set up by mutual friends. She tries to remember how she was tricked into agreeing to such an embarrassing human ritual.

She's drawing a blank. It must have happened during one of her hunger spells. That was the only explanation she could come up with. She sighs and finishes organizing ( Read more... )

ooc: Prompt given by adarkfallenstar"The death of hubby #2"

This has been in the back of my mind for a while and it was only last night did I manage to finally figure out how I'd write this.

( The dranichian glances over her shoulder, her gaze traveling along the wrinkles in the bed sheet until they rest on the unmoving figure that had been her second husband. )

ooc: For Gwenie-mun who wanted 'Angela and any Tennyson', which was harder to write than I first thought it would be. Apologies to Maxwell-mun and both Mike-muns for anything you might find objectionable.

( She was being uncharacteristically clingy in the young man's opinion, but he knew his mother was only playing a role. )

ooc: Because the past few entries have been so full of emo I wanted to change the mood. If this interpretation of Angela's specie causes any problems just let me know and I will totally retcon this entry.

( The only normal people are the ones you don't know very well. -Joe Ancis )

ooc: set after this RP.

( Her son was gone and, like what happened with his father, she places the blame on her own shoulders. )

Angela has realized that for the first time in months, she has nothing planned. No social function to attend, no gala to organize, no charity event to head or sponsor ( Read more... )

( Mom, I'm still hungry. )

( It was late in the evening when a Magister arrived at the Morningstar estate. )