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||event|| Deus ex Machina, but without the box

Jan 10, 2010 23:16

Over the next few days, you may notice slightly odd things happening in Jhelbor. Sometimes you think you see wild colors in the corner of your eye, only to turn and see nothing. Sometimes rooms will be clearly illuminated at night without candles or sorcery. And if you're observant, there are a lot of small spiders scuttling around in the corners ( Read more... )

cassandra of troy, !event, sam lowry, npc: nasisht, bret mcclegnie, npc: anila, cherry reyer, cho takahashi, npc: ayira, cedric diggory

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cherry_reyer January 12 2010, 05:05:41 UTC

Cherry sat on the bed, staring out at the empty room. Cordelia wouldn't be back for another hour at least. Sonic had left for Birdsong. Bret was dealing with some seriously heavy shit. Cherry was bored.What did she normally do when she was bored ( ... )

rowantree_npcs January 13 2010, 06:35:59 UTC

Milo had been with the Zelikmen for several years, which meant that he'd handled his share of weird business over the years. Very little still managed to really pique his interest. This particular package, though...

Milo was no longer a lowly skitterboy, and he did not run errands lightly. The fact that he was here, knocking on Ms. Reyers door to deliver the small box in person could only mean (not that he would admit it) that he was desperately curious as what might be inside.

cherry_reyer January 13 2010, 06:41:28 UTC

Cherry looked up at the door and let out a soft groan. She wasn't really sure why she felt so indignant, but she wasn't understanding a lot these days. It was a fun little ride, going from emotion to emotion without any kind of transition. Like a game.

Slowly, she stood up, crossing the floor to open the door. She never just invited anyone in. That's how vampires always managed to kill you.

"Yes?"

rowantree_npcs January 13 2010, 06:50:57 UTC

"I have a package for one Ms. Reyer, Cherry," Milo announced briskly. To be delivered on precisely this day, one precisely this time. The order had even had her precise Jhelbor door address on it, despite being sent to the main office in Baku city nearly a year before the first Worldwalkers had come through, according to the Zelikmen's reckoning.

cherry_reyer January 13 2010, 06:56:09 UTC

"A package?" Cherry repeated skeptically.

Who the hell would send her a package? She didn't have any friends. Not any that would send her a package, at any rate.

"From who?"

rowantree_npcs January 13 2010, 07:14:23 UTC

"From the Implacable Sisters of the Parallel Knot, an Abbey dedicated to the Goddess Nasisht on the Windward Face of Great Joklun Glacier."

Which was a pretty weird return address, even for demon mail.

"I don't suppose you could let me in? I've been commercially," and spiritually, though he wasn't (too) worried about that side of it, "Charged to faithfully deliver it."

cherry_reyer January 13 2010, 07:19:55 UTC

Cherry glanced up at the sunlight. Deciding that he probably wasn't a vampire (There weren't any in Rowan, were there? She was pretty sure there weren't) she stepped out of the doorway, gesturing him inside.

"Sure, come on in," she said politely, realizing only a second later that the furniture was still in disarray.

The Implacable Sisters of the Parallel Knot? That sounded damn complicated.

rowantree_npcs January 13 2010, 07:26:17 UTC

Milo paid no mind to any disreputable state the room may or may not have been in. He was a professional, after all.

"Thank you ma'am," he replied crisply, stepping inside firmly. "Here you are." He handed over the package, giving no indication that he would be moving anywhere until it was opened.

cherry_reyer January 13 2010, 07:30:26 UTC

Uncertainly, Cherry took the package. She held up it to her ear, shaking it lightly. She used to do the same with her New Years presents. Unfortunately, this gave her no indication of what it might be.

Cherry set it down on the corner of one of the chairs she had pushed aside. With a fingernail, she sliced the packaging open, slipping her fingers into the crease and pulling the box open.

rowantree_npcs January 13 2010, 07:47:50 UTC

The contents of the package were - a pair of rather odd looking slippers.

"I need to know what they are, ma'am. Exactly. Paperwork." Which was not, technically, lying about company policy on the job because the single word 'paperwork' was not a declarative statement, and therefore had no truth or falsity value. If the overall structure of his words implied that his personal great desire to know if there was anything significant about these shoes, colloquially expressed as need, had something to do with official Zelik records, well. That was entirely coincidental.

[note: the slippers are identical to the ones Cherry was thinking of when she made her wish, with the sole exception of smelling slightly like the desert.]

cherry_reyer January 13 2010, 17:00:36 UTC

Her hands started shaking as Cherry reached into the box and pulled out a pair of crimson ballet slippers. They were perfect. Identical to the ones that she kept under her bed at night back in the dormnitory.

Were they?

She slipped her hand into the left shoe. Every night before she went to bed, she would put it there. Was it actually...

From the left shoe, she removed it. A thin, black cord with a silver charm, shaped like a lock and key, brown glass beads clinking on either side. Her necklace from Dear William.

These were her shoes!

"Well, smeg me sideways," she murmured, holding the satin ribbons of the shoes in one hand, the necklace in the other.

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