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The wind from the sea blew Ichabod's hair across his face as he looked at Celia, who walked next to him. He tried to push the strands away from his eyes, then said ( Read more... )

It felt familiar to write a letter using a quill and ink on the good quality paper he had brought with him from home. Ichabod was aware that the fact that he was even reflecting on this showed how used he had become to modern ways of communication. The letter itself was a struggle to write though, and he doubted that he would manage to finish it ( Read more... )

As Celia had given him one of these wonderful small devices called cell phones for Christmas, Ichabod felt the need to try and send one of those messages to everyone he knew. He had, after all, been collecting their phone numbers for future reference. So, a message was sent, including a blurry photo of Celia assembling a telescope.

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Ichabod sat at his desk, staring at the letter in front of him. He knew from the handwriting who it was from without opening it. His name was neatly written in an almost childish hand, and the scent of the paper made him slightly nauseous. Mary had never learnt the art of using perfume in moderation. With a sigh he finally tore it open and began to ( Read more... )

The portal left the two of them standing in front of a huge building next to a river, where the light from the facade reflected in the water. People were gathering in front of the entrance. Ichabod recognized the place from images he had seen on the internet, when Eleanor had helped him arrange tickets. She had told him this was a large concert ( Read more... )

Ichabod was waiting, restless and unable to concentrate on anything that would make the time pass quicker. He had stopped by Barry's warehouse and seen Celia and the others on the monitors. A horrible nightmarish place, what he had seen of Rapture would haunt him, and he imagined it would be far worse for Celia, as she had actually been there. He ( Read more... )

Ichabod was sorting through the books in his room, resulting in two piles on his desk; one to take back to the library and one to keep in his room just a little longer. Other than that he was making plans. Eleanor had told him that there were still orchestras performing music from his time, and that would be a most delightful way to spend an ( Read more... )

This is mostly copy-paste from last time, with a few added things about Ichabod( The student )

I'm going away for a week, which is the reason Ichabod turned into an owl yesterday. Celia has promised to look after him while I'm away.