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Ari is patrolling the streets of scenic Vancouver! Well, actually he's just going to visit Peter, but he's keeping an eye out for monsters along the way. It's a nice night, monsters like ruining that kind of thing. The streets are more or less deserted, it being 2:00 AM on a Tuesday. Ari whistles cheerfully.
bitterchill
"If there was anyone nicer than Sally, then they would've just collapsed into a singularity full of adopted cats."
bitterchill
"That's the thing about cats, they're so soft. Sally loves them, like half her wardrobe is about cats, but she's allergic. It's awful."
campanas
"Oh, is sad! If Sally so much of nice then when Mommy and Daddy find me they magic a fixing."
bitterchill
"Oh man. She'll probably hug your mom and start crying, fair warning. And then Peter and I will have to keep her from adopting one per square foot of the apartment."
bitterchill
She is so cute.
Ari summons an acquaintance to ask about setting up a glamor to hide wings, and bargains him up to the address of some weird mutant cobb who works with clothes instead of shoes. Then he works on that glamor in the living room for a couple of hours.
A few hours.
The rest of the night.
Goddammit, this is interesting!
Ari summons an acquaintance to ask about setting up a glamor to hide wings, and bargains him up to the address of some weird mutant cobb who works with clothes instead of shoes. Then he works on that glamor in the living room for a couple of hours.
A few hours.
The rest of the night.
Goddammit, this is interesting!
bitterchill
She's likely to find Ari passed out on a stack of math, featuring a very dignified puddle of drool.
bitterchill
The kitchen contains a great deal of this! It is the kitchen of an apartment inhabited by Ari, after all.
Most of it is delicious junk. There is also an extremely insistent and slightly dusty bowl of fruit, and the fixings for an army's worth of sandwiches.
Most of it is delicious junk. There is also an extremely insistent and slightly dusty bowl of fruit, and the fixings for an army's worth of sandwiches.
campanas
Pen eats an apple and a banana, and eventually figures out how to unwrap some cold cuts and make herself a half-sandwich.
Now she is fed. And bored. What is there for an eight year old angel to do around here?
Now she is fed. And bored. What is there for an eight year old angel to do around here?
bitterchill
There are what might be called an absurd number of books. There are a few gratuitously ruggedized entertainment systems, the controllers to which are, on closer examination, actually low-tech middlemen for the proper controllers, which are encased in leaded glass. There are innumerable shiny things.
campanas
Pen is fascinated by the shiny things! She would like to investigate the shiny things more closely. She does not recognize the entertainment systems, alas.
bitterchill
Among the shiny things are a number of Sally's spare jewelries, scattered about carelessly. They are amazing. There is also a pedestal holding a sphere of polished amethyst, a platinum mirror covered in gemstones, and a silver anvil inlaid with golden designs. Next to the anvil is a similarly inlaid hammer. Neither looks in any way suitable for actual forgecraft, but they're so pretty.
campanas
Pen plays dress-up with the jewelry and picks up the amethyst sphere and admires herself in the mirror.
Much of the jewelry requires holes in her face that she does not have, but what she can manage is very fetching! The sphere is heavy. The mirror cooperates with her admiration, until it abruptly does not.
The mirror fogs over. When it clears, it is no longer reflecting Pen; it is reflecting a round-faced lady with an enormous number of piercings, who squeaks. The reflection spins dizzily and is now reflecting hotel carpet.
"I'm sorry, you startled me!" calls a fuzzy voice from within the mirror.
The mirror fogs over. When it clears, it is no longer reflecting Pen; it is reflecting a round-faced lady with an enormous number of piercings, who squeaks. The reflection spins dizzily and is now reflecting hotel carpet.
"I'm sorry, you startled me!" calls a fuzzy voice from within the mirror.
"Yes! Sorry!"
The mirror returns to the lady's face. "Hi! Um. Who are you? And, uh, why are you in my apartment? ...And wearing my old portal necklace?"
The mirror returns to the lady's face. "Hi! Um. Who are you? And, uh, why are you in my apartment? ...And wearing my old portal necklace?"