Comments | paradisa: 04 : Making the rounds

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04 : Making the rounds

Dec 03, 2008 15:30

[she's gotten a bit lost for a while, not with caves and walls and formulas but with research and wondering. She's still trying to understand this place, and that takes time. But as she emerges from being shut away in her room Fred can't help but feeling like she's missed a good bit. It's late, or early depending on how one looks at thinks. 2 am ( Read more... )

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thereis_a_line December 3 2008, 20:47:26 UTC

[Wesley's done a pretty bang up job of hiding in his room since his mini-break down on the Doctor--Nine--after Illyria's arrival. Except for waffles with a cheerful Lilah. Lilah. Cheerful. Waffles. It was enough to send him scurrying back to his room, and Giles going crazy and he knew Lorne had arrived and he should go find Fred and protect her somehow from...something. Illyria? Who already had her body...something. He knew. There was something he should do.

But he ended up in his room, and if he wasn't quite writing on the walls, he was reading a lot of books and trying to sort out how all his dead girlfriends and demons who looked like them kept showing up and if the castle was trying to drive him more insane than he probably already was.

The knock startled him. A lot. There was jumping, a bit. And then he moved, cautiously, to answer it, staring at her for a long moment as if trying to sort out which one she might be, but she wasn't blue, so that probably meant that she wasn't Illyria. Probably.]Fred. Are you all ( ... )

_fredless December 3 2008, 20:55:18 UTC

[she's staring too, lifting up and down once and then again on her bare toes as she studies his profile. Briefly her glance flickers into his room, and the stacks of books inside. And she doesn't come in, not right away]

I was just making sure you were still here.

thereis_a_line December 3 2008, 21:03:55 UTC

[The not coming in is noted and he's not quite sure what to do about it, shifting back and forth a little, and glancing back at the books.]

Ah, well. With the castle seeming to go...crazy and people all...Giles tried to kill Spike, I heard and so...Lilah made waffles and it seemed best to stay out of the way.

I didn't know where you were.

_fredless December 3 2008, 21:12:48 UTC

Lilah. Right.

[she pulls herself directly beneath the threshold, and she's somehow not shocked that she missed so much. There's a nod over her shoulder, and her hair rustles]

I was in my room.

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