It's been a long time -- but doors don't disappear just because you don't use them for a while. (Though some of Charles' professors, both physics and philosophy, would be happy to argue that an unobserved and unused door is no door at all ( Read more... )

[OOM: Millitimed to Tuesday, June 2, in New York.

Stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemus.

[Out of Milliways: And if the fires burn out, there's only fire to blame]

The front door opens onto a hallway in Taos, New Mexico.

Charlie McGee steps in with the slow careful movements of extreme exhaustion, leaning on a cane, and holds the door for Charles Wallace Murry.

"Here we are," she says to him, with a tired but beautiful smile.

[OOC: Plot index

OOM: My power is pure]

[OOC: Plot index

OOM: My cause is noble]

[OOM: This is New York. We'll find a place to dance.]

Charlie McGee is in the bar, sitting by the fireplace with a glass of iced tea.

She hasn't picked up her package yet, but she'll probably get to it sometime this evening. Probably.

Charlie McGee's in the bar, sipping hot cocoa laced with creme de menthe and leafing through a newspaper.

(Sort of a newspaper, anyway. She's chuckling at the article headlined Redcoat Holdouts Still Fighting American Revolution, at the moment.)

There are sayings about getting back on a horse that throws you, and they're cliché, but they have truth in them. There are things you have to face, and try again.
(through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather)
No matter how they scare you.
(the night is darker now
and the wind blows stronger
fails my heart, I know not how)Because the ( Read more... )

[OOM: After Charles' long absence, a Murry family Thanksgiving.]