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Who: regive and break_xerxes
When: Sept. 1st, forward-dated to an hour before sirens~
Where: The Grave Yard
Summary: In which Lily delivers lollipops and things go to hell in a hand-basket.
Warnings: Shouldn't be anything note-worthy here. Move along, you.
It took Lily a long time to find the graveyard.
Not really possessing enough common sense to find a 'map', nor particularly inclined to follow instructions, she had been wandering the city all day, five lollipops secured in her jacket, and Bandersnatch snug with the confines of her soul. It wasn't as though he was tired, by any means, it was more of the fact that he was rather useless when it came to searching for places. If she didn't know the person's face nor his smell, then Bandersnatch was effectively reduced to a spectral dog of a sort, good for playing catch and tag with on a sunny day, but not particularly helpful when it came to locating a rendez-vous.
She wasn't too concerned, though. The man hadn't specified a time period. Perhaps he lived there. She was of the opinion that the graveyard was a fascinating place to live, that sleeping in a coffin must feel really snug, and there were possibly many fun visitors at night for the lucky person to play with. Thus, she was rather jealous that someone else had thought of living in such a fun and exciting place before she had a chance to settle down.
Because of all her random musings and increasingly amusing side-trips, it took her all the way until sundown to actually locate the place. By then, Bandersnatch was already stirring, being a mostly nocturnal Chain and was exuding an air of general hunger -- not something she wasn't used to, but definitely made her pick up the pace a little. Soon, darkness would fall, and Bandersnatch would be out to feed.
She wondered if the man would be tasty.
Waltzing into the graveyard gates, she waved into the place blindly, calling out with the voice of an excited child -- "Hey, hey! I'm here! Hey, Mister Lollipops! Can you hear me! Come out of your coffin and play with me!"
[Action brackets and prose are both welcome! /o/]
When: Sept. 1st, forward-dated to an hour before sirens~
Where: The Grave Yard
Summary: In which Lily delivers lollipops and things go to hell in a hand-basket.
Warnings: Shouldn't be anything note-worthy here. Move along, you.
It took Lily a long time to find the graveyard.
Not really possessing enough common sense to find a 'map', nor particularly inclined to follow instructions, she had been wandering the city all day, five lollipops secured in her jacket, and Bandersnatch snug with the confines of her soul. It wasn't as though he was tired, by any means, it was more of the fact that he was rather useless when it came to searching for places. If she didn't know the person's face nor his smell, then Bandersnatch was effectively reduced to a spectral dog of a sort, good for playing catch and tag with on a sunny day, but not particularly helpful when it came to locating a rendez-vous.
She wasn't too concerned, though. The man hadn't specified a time period. Perhaps he lived there. She was of the opinion that the graveyard was a fascinating place to live, that sleeping in a coffin must feel really snug, and there were possibly many fun visitors at night for the lucky person to play with. Thus, she was rather jealous that someone else had thought of living in such a fun and exciting place before she had a chance to settle down.
Because of all her random musings and increasingly amusing side-trips, it took her all the way until sundown to actually locate the place. By then, Bandersnatch was already stirring, being a mostly nocturnal Chain and was exuding an air of general hunger -- not something she wasn't used to, but definitely made her pick up the pace a little. Soon, darkness would fall, and Bandersnatch would be out to feed.
She wondered if the man would be tasty.
Waltzing into the graveyard gates, she waved into the place blindly, calling out with the voice of an excited child -- "Hey, hey! I'm here! Hey, Mister Lollipops! Can you hear me! Come out of your coffin and play with me!"
[Action brackets and prose are both welcome! /o/]