NOTICE

[illgotten]

To Whom It May Concern

Would you mind detraumatizing Gaheris, and/or getting the annoying dead girl's soul/mind/animating spirit out of my boyfriend? If neither of those is possible, you owe me a drink. Several.

Reply soonest.

Regards,
Mordred.

Comments

[dracoslytherin]

"You have a boyfriend?"

[illgotten]

"Where have you been the past year and a half? Of course I have."

[dracoslytherin]

He doesn't always pay attention if it doesn't directly concern him. "I don't recall that specifically. What's the trouble?"

[illgotten]

"What it says on the tin," irritably. "Dead girl, live man, mix-up at the post office. Simple reincarnation oughtn't to be this complicated."

[dragon_dealer]

"What happened to Gaheris?" she asks, torn between concerned and exasperated.

[illgotten]

Mordred looks askance at her. "Have you made friends with my entire family while I wasn't looking?"

[dragon_dealer]

"Haven't met Gawain yet. Or your sister." Small wry smile.

[illgotten]

"Wonderful. Something to look forward to."

[morgansorceress]

Dear nephew, of course I'd be happy to help you, if you had only asked me.

[illgotten]

"Darling aunt, I would have asked you, if I felt like living dangerously."

[morgansorceress]

But I'm perfectly capable of both those tasks, and I can't see what the point of having a sorceress for an aunt is if you don't ask me to help you with these sort of things.

[illgotten]

"The point, naturally, is to keep me honest." With his best winning smile.

[sisterofswans]

Eliza cannot offer much in the way of help, but having taken a break from her spinning, she pauses to read the notice anyway. Her eyes widen -- dead souls in live bodies can be nothing other than witchcraft -- and she crosses herself quickly, mouthing silently the words of a prayer.

Typist: Less than a week and already forgetting that the girl cannot speak when commenting. *fails hardcore*

[lightningcurse]

Mabon looks at the notice with inscrutable eyes. "Where is her body? I could not find it."

[illgotten]

Mordred rounds on him. "Buried, what do you think?"

[lightningcurse]

"I thought," mildly, "that Sir Bedwyr would show it to me. He sent me to bring her back."

[illgotten]

"Oh, I see," sourly. "That explains a lot of things."