[Henrietta is in the kitchen, grinning and humming to herself while she bakes. There are several finished products on the counter already, cakes of various sizes and consistencies, none of them Quite Right. She's mixing up another bowl of batter, checking the clock on the oven.]

[She sets the batter down with a grin.]

Maybe I should practice the

[Crowley appears on the Plane on his beloved white leather sofa, kicked back sans shoes and jacket, reading what looks to be some sort of financial journal. He's got a red pen in one hand, but rather than marking in the journal he appears to just be tapping the non-marking end of it thoughtfully against his mouth.]

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[A girl appears in the Astral kitchen, apparently quite comfortable there. She looks around and makes a face, crosses to the freezer and rummages around until she finds a pint of chocolate ice cream. One spoon and discarded plastic seal later, she's leaning against the counter and digging in.]

Daaaad. God, you're not arseholed again, I hope. [Her ( Read more... )

[Henrietta is curled up in a hospital bed, poking rather morosely at the bandage wound around her forearm.

And the stub where her hand used to be.] I won't be able to practice.

[She closes her eyes and buries her face against the pillow. When she pulls back from it she's smiling a little.] But signore Jose... He was happy. He really was.

[Henrietta is wearing a riding outfit with tan pants and a deep red jacket (rather than the white and blue pictured); her black riding hat sits on her bed, along with her crop. Next to them, an open trunk, half-packed. It looks like she's planning on going away for a while, whatever she's packing for ( Read more... )

[Henrietta sits curled up in one of the old theater seats, picking at an ancient bit of something that is stuck to its arm. She looks tired, though not ill, at least, and it seems as though she's been crying.]

Louise Antoinette Laure... I bet she's pretty, too.

[Henrietta is hidden in one of the stalls of the bathrooms in the coliseum, puking into the toilet. She's sweating, shivering, her eyes slightly unfocused.] It's changed a lot, I guess. That's my fault, though. [Urk, shouldn't have tried talking to herself. She heaves again, but nothing else comes up.]

...ah...I guess that's a good thing.

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[With the roar of falling debris, Crowley and Henrietta appear on the plane. They're curled in the middle of a mess of cement and ruptured steel. Blood twists in bright ribbons down the side of Henrietta's face. Flames wind up from the disaster here and there, fed by dissembled tables and discarded coffee cups.] Signore, are you all right? [ ( Read more... )

[Henrietta has been feeling a bit stressed lately, and so, to relieve that stress, she has created an obstacle course with her Angelic Powers of Making Things. There are climbing walls, nets to crawl under, things to swing across--all of the cliches of military training movies, with one exception; the consequences for failing these obstacles is a ( Read more... )

[Henrietta is stuck in a tree. She clings to one of the uppermost branches, which is cracking slowly under her weight. Her wings are folded tight against her back and her eyes are closed.]

I didn't mean to do that! I didn't mean to do that, I really really didn't.