[closed] Stitch in your knitted brow
Who: Verity Kindle (calamitousnaiad) and Remus Lupin (lumenrelegandus)
When: Um... todayish. In the evening.
Where: The street just outside the clinic.
Format: Prose!
What: It's a blind date! Even though both of them already have... ahem... complicated relationships.
Warnings: Probably nothing except Lupin's state of mind?
Among the things that Verity had already learned about this new city - her new home for the time being, apparently - was that the library here had much stricter hours than the Bodleian back at Oxford. That explained the small stack of books she was carrying home covering subjects ranging from the Venefictus and the pre-mist society of Anatole, to a wonderfully (and frighteningly) illustrated bestiary of the world, and a book on temporal net theory by Ishiwaka that hadn't been published until three years later than the last day she'd seen in Oxford (just in case he had any ideas since then on temporal quarantining or anomalous net malfunctions).
Her desire to learn the layout of the city explained her presence here on this street, Forge open to the city map where it sat on top of her armful of books and she glanced down to it and up to the signs, crosschecking street names as she searched through for important locations. This time, it was the clinic. And between the books in her arms, her racing thoughts (not made any easier to deal with by the high amount of caffeine and low amount of sleep she'd had since coming here), and studying the building itself and the signposts marking it, she was unfortunately not paying much attention to the sidewalk in front of her.
She had no good explanation for the little gray string tied to one of her fingers. She had tried but found herself incapable of removing it. She'd worried a little, understanding now some of the nature of this new world, that it was some sort of delusion or 'magic' but in the end she had decided it was harmless enough and had gone about her day. Though she hardly had the mind to give it a thought just now as, having bumped into another person due to her lack of attention, she bent to collect her books and Forge which had clattered to the ground.
"Pardon me, I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention."
When: Um... todayish. In the evening.
Where: The street just outside the clinic.
Format: Prose!
What: It's a blind date! Even though both of them already have... ahem... complicated relationships.
Warnings: Probably nothing except Lupin's state of mind?
Among the things that Verity had already learned about this new city - her new home for the time being, apparently - was that the library here had much stricter hours than the Bodleian back at Oxford. That explained the small stack of books she was carrying home covering subjects ranging from the Venefictus and the pre-mist society of Anatole, to a wonderfully (and frighteningly) illustrated bestiary of the world, and a book on temporal net theory by Ishiwaka that hadn't been published until three years later than the last day she'd seen in Oxford (just in case he had any ideas since then on temporal quarantining or anomalous net malfunctions).
Her desire to learn the layout of the city explained her presence here on this street, Forge open to the city map where it sat on top of her armful of books and she glanced down to it and up to the signs, crosschecking street names as she searched through for important locations. This time, it was the clinic. And between the books in her arms, her racing thoughts (not made any easier to deal with by the high amount of caffeine and low amount of sleep she'd had since coming here), and studying the building itself and the signposts marking it, she was unfortunately not paying much attention to the sidewalk in front of her.
She had no good explanation for the little gray string tied to one of her fingers. She had tried but found herself incapable of removing it. She'd worried a little, understanding now some of the nature of this new world, that it was some sort of delusion or 'magic' but in the end she had decided it was harmless enough and had gone about her day. Though she hardly had the mind to give it a thought just now as, having bumped into another person due to her lack of attention, she bent to collect her books and Forge which had clattered to the ground.
"Pardon me, I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention."