[Closed] Jenn Gets "The Talk"
Characters: Jennifer Walters and Charity Carpenter
Time: February 15th, Dinner time
Location: One of the small dining rooms of the Blackstone hotel.
Content: Charity has contacted Jennifer and asked her to dinner, not just to get to know the other woman better, but also to warn her that some of her choices may not be the most wise.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Lecturing
After about ten minutes of debate, Jennifer decided to leave the gun in her room. It did not seem like a welcoming idea when Charity had been kind enough to invite her to a home-cooked dinner, and having had the woman's Thanksgiving dinner, she was pleased to accept. Ever since investigating the sound of the ringing bells, she had been curious about knowing more about the woman who had been so self posessed, so sure of herself. Almost like She-Hulk without the green flesh.
She had picked up a dozen lilies at the near by florist shop, which had a glut of half-dead roses left over, unfortunately, moving on to the fresher looking flowers. With her flowers in the crook of her arm, wearing a soft blue skirt and white blouse, she made her way down to the small dining room that Charity had indicated. With a smile, she adjusted her glasses, then knocked on the door politely, making sure she was in the right place.
Time: February 15th, Dinner time
Location: One of the small dining rooms of the Blackstone hotel.
Content: Charity has contacted Jennifer and asked her to dinner, not just to get to know the other woman better, but also to warn her that some of her choices may not be the most wise.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Lecturing
After about ten minutes of debate, Jennifer decided to leave the gun in her room. It did not seem like a welcoming idea when Charity had been kind enough to invite her to a home-cooked dinner, and having had the woman's Thanksgiving dinner, she was pleased to accept. Ever since investigating the sound of the ringing bells, she had been curious about knowing more about the woman who had been so self posessed, so sure of herself. Almost like She-Hulk without the green flesh.
She had picked up a dozen lilies at the near by florist shop, which had a glut of half-dead roses left over, unfortunately, moving on to the fresher looking flowers. With her flowers in the crook of her arm, wearing a soft blue skirt and white blouse, she made her way down to the small dining room that Charity had indicated. With a smile, she adjusted her glasses, then knocked on the door politely, making sure she was in the right place.