The Park, Monday Morning.

Dec 31, 2007 09:50

It was the last day of the year, and Thelma was restless. She'd been unable to find that book of prophecy, which was worrisome ( Read more... )

park, tim desmond, the master, thelma bates

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dadada_da December 31 2007, 16:43:09 UTC
"Oh so you can eat, too?"

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inshiningarmour December 31 2007, 16:44:44 UTC
Ah, him again.

Thelma nodded, with the apple still in her mouth.

Unless he was going to pull out that device of his, she didn't see the point in talking.

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dadada_da December 31 2007, 16:48:48 UTC
"Now where did I put that...blasted..." he began to sort through his pockets, pulling out various and sundry devices. "Screwdriver. Different kind of screwdriver. Hair drier. Inter-dimensional temporal rift detector. Banana." He held this one out towards the apple while he continued to look. "Old shoe.... Oh here it is!"

He pulled out the device, set it on the bench, and flicked it on. "Seriously, have the banana. They're good."

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inshiningarmour December 31 2007, 16:53:33 UTC
"I'm enjoying my apple," Thelma said. "And it's not like I need the nutrition."

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dread_fallguy December 31 2007, 18:56:56 UTC
"Morning." Tim said as he happened by. He didn't think it unusual that she could eat. He'd known other ghosts who could.

"How's the afterlife treating you these days?"

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inshiningarmour December 31 2007, 19:03:02 UTC
"Rough," Thelma had to admit. "Know any faeries that can do ressurections?"

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dread_fallguy December 31 2007, 19:57:36 UTC
"Hmm, not off the top of my head, but I can ask around. Maybe a Loa in the city could help."

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inshiningarmour December 31 2007, 20:00:01 UTC
"Wow," Thelma said. "I was partially joking, but apparently people forgot to tell me death wasn't as permanent as you'd think."

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