[Action/Text] Well, that went well...

[queenlymacbeth]

To be honest, Rory wasn't that worried about the storm currently battering Liberty, especially as she had been drinking for a good hour in the local pub in Vichy Plaza before heading for supplies and home. Memories of staying at any of her island cousins' homes while storm raged made this one seem not quite as back as it was. Keeping a tight hold

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[text] Cue an honestly worried Frenchman~

[la_grand_vie]

Oui, oui. It's [insert number here]- Ah

Rory, are you alright? How is your apartment holding up? I'm helping Lili right now but I can...

I can be over if you need me.

[text] Have an hysterical Scot~ [1/2]

[queenlymacbeth]

You took your fucking time.

[text] Have an hysterical Scot~ [2/2]

[queenlymacbeth]

I don't know. Stuck in the lift, think I bumped my head.

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I'm scared.

[text] So much fretting

[la_grand_vie]

Y-You did?! Oh Dieu, Rory, I... I'm so sorry I didn't get back to you sooner- we had to go get Lili from her apartment and the poor fille is still terrified-

You... You'll be okay. I know you. I'll be there first light snow or not.

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[queenlymacbeth]

Can you phone the repair man for me? My phone's beeping and it's hurting my head. Don't think I could do an actual conversation the now.