33. action

[awillowywitch]

[There's a young woman walking down the street, oblivious to the weather, furiously scribbling in a notebook. After a few moments she pauses, makes a face, and tears the page out.]

No, no, that will not work at all...

[She shakes her head and starts to write again. She doesn't seem to notice anything else around her.]

[ooc: YES, this is late.

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[reversetheremix]

[ He's been loitering around town all day, finding the entire cityscape change a little amusing, if outdated. At least there's a lot going on around to see... and he's wondering whether A.) the curse went so far as to change every cursees' wardrobe for them or B.) their closets were just stocked with those sorta duds to begin with, when he notices Willow walking past him. ]

What ain't workin' at all?

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[magiqueauteur]

[ Willow's clothes would probably not disappoint in terms of being "dud". She's dressed just like everyone else affected by the curse today-- with the exception of the nobles, maybe-- and she's scrawling in her notebook like there's no tomorrow. Upon hearing the voice, she looks up, raising an eyebrow. He certainly doesn't look like he's from around here.]

My muse seems to have escaped me, sir.

action; 21st I KNEW THAT

[reversetheremix]

[ He definitely doesn't fit in, too 21st century for this scene. Still curious. ]

Tough break. You a poet or somethin'?

[witchinbloom]

[Have a pause as Tara tries to make this image work in her brain-space.]

Will?

[magiqueauteur]

[Willow continues to be absorbed in her work, but looks up at the sound of Tara's voice, a little startled. She frowns a little bit, coming to a stop.]

Yes? Hello? [Tara can probably hear the remnants of a French-sounding accent. It's also easy to tell she doesn't recognise Tara.]

[witchinbloom]

Cursed, huh?

[magiqueauteur]

[A pause from this end.] ...I suppose you could call it that. [She sighs, obviously referring to her writing.]