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Characters: stalwartcane and sdrawkcabcigam
Location: The Horrorspital.
Rating: TBD. Doubtful it will go beyond PG.
Time: Afternoon. Backdated to November 10th, 2009.
Description: Zatanna has been gone for about two months Death City time. Back home, it was almost a full year. Of course she missed Watson.
Format: Paragraph to start, then whatever.
It had taken a little over the estimated thirty minutes. In addition to a pair of jeans, she thankfully found the plain grey t-shirt she had bought the other day. It really wouldn't have done to be wearing the coattails and all. The white blouse (sans the bowtie) might have been acceptable, but that was still... not quite right. She didn't exactly want to be wearing a t-shirt the first time she saw him again, either, but actually seeing him was more important than making him think she looked pretty or some other such nonsense.
She just wanted to see him again.
She stopped by Papercut Books & Antiquities first, picking up a copy of The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats. Most of his work had come a little after Watson's time. Considering his slight aversion to poetry, she thought he'd enjoy this (if he didn't, she'd go get another one for him). Following this, she stopped at Death By Pastry. Just some pie -- apple. It was the right season for it and a good homemade apple pie could break the ice with anyone.
Zatanna clutches the book and box close to her as she enters the clinic, truly nervous for the first time in a good, long while. Approaching the counter, she asks for him -- she says that she's expected, and heads off down the hall, looking for him.
Location: The Horrorspital.
Rating: TBD. Doubtful it will go beyond PG.
Time: Afternoon. Backdated to November 10th, 2009.
Description: Zatanna has been gone for about two months Death City time. Back home, it was almost a full year. Of course she missed Watson.
Format: Paragraph to start, then whatever.
It had taken a little over the estimated thirty minutes. In addition to a pair of jeans, she thankfully found the plain grey t-shirt she had bought the other day. It really wouldn't have done to be wearing the coattails and all. The white blouse (sans the bowtie) might have been acceptable, but that was still... not quite right. She didn't exactly want to be wearing a t-shirt the first time she saw him again, either, but actually seeing him was more important than making him think she looked pretty or some other such nonsense.
She just wanted to see him again.
She stopped by Papercut Books & Antiquities first, picking up a copy of The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats. Most of his work had come a little after Watson's time. Considering his slight aversion to poetry, she thought he'd enjoy this (if he didn't, she'd go get another one for him). Following this, she stopped at Death By Pastry. Just some pie -- apple. It was the right season for it and a good homemade apple pie could break the ice with anyone.
Zatanna clutches the book and box close to her as she enters the clinic, truly nervous for the first time in a good, long while. Approaching the counter, she asks for him -- she says that she's expected, and heads off down the hall, looking for him.