A Pink Corner House, Bristol, Saturday Morning

Nov 27, 2010 12:31

Kate was still in Bristol. Still dealing. She thought she was doing okay, actually. She hadn't forgotten about Wednesday because that was impossible and she had the nightmares to prove it, but... At least some things seemed to be kinda righting themselves now. At least Mitchell was talking to her again. She'd missed that more than she would have ( Read more... )

people: jack priest, people: mitchell, place: bristol, fact: acting like i actually live here, what: phonecalls

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bitten_notshy November 27 2010, 12:27:43 UTC
Jack waited until Emma had taken herself shopping before he called. He wasn't worried, exactly, but checking in still seemed like a minimal thing to do.

Ring, ring, ring

[OOC: Weekend SP warning in effect!]

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vanillajello November 27 2010, 12:45:55 UTC
Kate took a sip of coffee before lazily picking up the call, after checking who it was. "Morning, Mr. Priest."

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bitten_notshy November 27 2010, 13:55:47 UTC
"The same to you, Miss Gregson," Jack answered. "What are you up to? I'm supposed to be studying."

Which he wasn't, because the words on the page weren't quite making sense, but it would do.

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vanillajello November 27 2010, 14:40:54 UTC
"I," Kate drawled, "am drinking coffee and watching some random but kinda awesome gay Chinese dude dress some lady up for a party with the Queen."

So, nothing much.

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bitten_notshy November 27 2010, 19:15:34 UTC
"What's he dressing her in?"

It was the obvious question!

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vanillajello November 27 2010, 19:27:59 UTC
"Some pretty cute flowy number, right now," she reported. "But I don't think she likes it. She used to be a biker chick, apparently."

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bitten_notshy November 27 2010, 19:28:48 UTC
"But I thought you said she was meeting the Queen."

Apparently Jack was a snob.

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vanillajello November 27 2010, 19:30:23 UTC
"At some garden party," Kate clarified, shrugging. "The English are weird."

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bitten_notshy November 27 2010, 19:45:39 UTC
"Everyone's weird," Jack shrugged. "It sounds better than those American shows about women who think they have tumors and then suddenly give birth."

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vanillajello November 27 2010, 19:47:41 UTC
"I didn't say it was bad," she pointed out. "It's better than anything else that's on, anyway. What were you supposed to be reading?"

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bitten_notshy November 27 2010, 19:52:04 UTC
Jack had to look at the book to get the title. "Principles of British Common Law, as Established pre-1500," he reported. "Almost as exciting as it sounds. I miss Fandom classes."

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vanillajello November 27 2010, 20:17:30 UTC
"Mm, yes, there's something to be said for classes like Food Appreciation," Kate agreed, leaning back on the sofa. "Doesn't really require much academic effort or anything."

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bitten_notshy November 27 2010, 20:19:37 UTC
"I should have taken more things like Food Appreciation while I had the chance," Jack said, flopping against his pillows. "... are you applying to colleges?"

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vanillajello November 27 2010, 20:21:43 UTC
"That's... not really something I've thought much about," she admitted after a pause. "My parents think I'm going to?"

That was almost like applying, right?

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bitten_notshy November 27 2010, 20:33:36 UTC
"I didn't until the last minute," Jack said, remembering that at this time the year before he'd still been halfheartedly considering dropping out and going home to Sebastien as soon as he was eighteen. "I'm glad I did -- I like having something that's just mine -- so I think you should, if you want to."

"But," he finished dryly, "I can understand having other things on your mind."

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vanillajello November 27 2010, 20:40:32 UTC
"Like staying sane and alive until graduation?" Kate asked about as dryly as she slouched down on the sofa some more, careful not to dump any coffee on herself.

"I could take a year off," she mused then. "I mean, my parents would probably hate it, but two years in Fandom is like ten years somewhere else."

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