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Aug 15, 2010 15:51

It was, these days, a rare thing to catch Veronica Mars alone. Though she had ample offers to babysit from the Halperts' many friends, she didn't make use of them nearly as often as she could - perhaps should - have done, preferring to watch Sam herself as much as possible. It had been a couple months now, but that didn't make the loss Sam had ( Read more... )

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findherwayback August 17 2010, 04:22:25 UTC
"It's no big."

It really wasn't. There were worse things that she had been forced to step around that a pile of books hardly even phased her. Stepping around them, she adjusted her makeshift knapsack as she crouched down to pick the books up off the floor. Straightening up, she slid them back onto the shelves not caring if they were any sort of order.

"It's not like you caused an avalanche. Just a book-a-lanche."

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neptune_sleuth August 17 2010, 10:10:34 UTC
Veronica bent down to gather up the rest, slipping them haphazard onto the shelf with a crooked grin. "I generally prefer to leave the absurd natural acts to the unnatural forces of the island," she said, "so that's probably for the best. Although it'd be kinda cool." She'd managed to establish her own little life, and though she missed aspects of the one she'd left behind, what she'd lacked in both was an element of control. Joking aside, she wouldn't have minded turning the tables on this place now and again.

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findherwayback August 18 2010, 22:12:48 UTC
"It would be, but then this place would get it into its head that you are the perfect vessel to operate through."

That sort of thing probably didn't happen. It was rare enough that it happened back home where the gods were real and walking around and monsters liked to feast on the flesh of the young. Thalia really doubted that this place was about to take that page out of her book.

"Could be terrifying or terrifyingly awesome."

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neptune_sleuth August 20 2010, 20:48:20 UTC
"I'm gonna go with terrifying," said Veronica, who was less than thrilled by the idea of being the hand of the gods or whatever they were. She'd had more than enough of anyone but herself being in control of her life. Still she smirked and shrugged, half-leaning against the bookshelf. "Mostly because if, one of these days, someone gets up on the roof and announces they're the island's insert religious figure of choice here, I'm not gonna be too surprised."

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