These Two Witches
Characters: Morgana, Willow Rosenberg
Rating: PG (so far)
Time Period: Golden Age
Location: Hotel / Hospital
Relative Date: Early March; after the pool party (after Willow's (yet to be written) encounter with Buffy)
Status: PM to join :)
The halls of the hotel seemed lonelier with the knowledge that things between her and Lou were tense. But her room was starting to get more depressing the longer she stayed in it and she needed to get out. So, with the rationale that going for a walk would clear her head (and hopefully uplift her very unlifted mood some), she wandered through the halls.
At some point in the past couple of days, it had been like the entire population of the Golden Age (as she'd learned it was called) had been replaced. It was absolutely creepy but questioning the workers got absolutely no where and she let it go; there were enough things she had to worry about. Eventually she'd get around to talking to someone; there was the vague recollection of talking to Jack Harkness during the pool party about the past and rules of time travel but...
Sternly, she shook the thoughts away from her head. This walk wasn't for dwelling on those thoughts it was for... well, walking. And not dwelling.
Rating: PG (so far)
Time Period: Golden Age
Location: Hotel / Hospital
Relative Date: Early March; after the pool party (after Willow's (yet to be written) encounter with Buffy)
Status: PM to join :)
The halls of the hotel seemed lonelier with the knowledge that things between her and Lou were tense. But her room was starting to get more depressing the longer she stayed in it and she needed to get out. So, with the rationale that going for a walk would clear her head (and hopefully uplift her very unlifted mood some), she wandered through the halls.
At some point in the past couple of days, it had been like the entire population of the Golden Age (as she'd learned it was called) had been replaced. It was absolutely creepy but questioning the workers got absolutely no where and she let it go; there were enough things she had to worry about. Eventually she'd get around to talking to someone; there was the vague recollection of talking to Jack Harkness during the pool party about the past and rules of time travel but...
Sternly, she shook the thoughts away from her head. This walk wasn't for dwelling on those thoughts it was for... well, walking. And not dwelling.