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[OOM-but-not: On the same day as this, Galadan and Mary have a heart-to-heart. They weren't expecting it, either.]

[Not exactly OOM: After their return with Mary, River steers Galadan upstairs.

True friendship means bringing raw meat when you're sleeping off a migraine.

...Okay, that may be a somewhat specialized definition.]

In a clear stretch of lawn outside Milliways' back door, three figures fade into sightOne is River Tam, disheveled and only slightly blood-streaked, with guns on her hips and one arm looped around Galadan's waist ( Read more... )

[OOM: For Mary Lennox, rescue is only a hop, skip, and a jump away.

. . . okay, a hop, skip, and a knock-down drag-out fight away.]

[After hearing Gabriel's bad news, River and Galadan waste no time in getting to work.

Nobody should be surprised to learn that a psychic gunslinger and the Wolflord of the andain are very, very good at quick reconnaissance.]

[Warning in the last link for very vague references to violence and coercion towards OCs.]

[OOM: It's said that those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.

Gabriel Tam has no intention of doing anything of the sort, and he's not the only one.]

When River comes in, she's wearing a yellow sundress and pink lacy sweater, and her black stompy boots. She's grinning down at the floor, as if still amused by something someone said just before she opened the door ( Read more... )

[OOM: Scatter my bones on the wild green tide.]

[OOM: Mortals are not welcome in Pendaran Wood, save, perhaps, when the Wolflord does a little convincing.]