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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.
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bitterchill
The food is very good!
Ari lacks Pen's timidity. He lays into the food like a starving wolf who really likes Italian food. He makes sure not to eat more than half of any given thing in case Pen wants some, which isn't too hard considering the enormous amount of food. It's fairly gruesome, all told.
Ari lacks Pen's timidity. He lays into the food like a starving wolf who really likes Italian food. He makes sure not to eat more than half of any given thing in case Pen wants some, which isn't too hard considering the enormous amount of food. It's fairly gruesome, all told.
campanas
Pen is not alarmed by his table manners. Om nom nom. She tries all the things, then goes back for seconds of the best things.
bitterchill
A week goes by. Ari coaches Pen through Dragon Age (eventually downloading an anti-gore mod so she can play without feeling unpleasant things whenever Alistair crits and decapitates a bandit leader). He introduces her to more video games, because... he doesn't really have that many other hobbies. While she games, he works on enchanting a glamored hair comb for some old lady with large amounts of money. (At this rate it'll be ready in a month or so. He can deliver it ahead of schedule, she'll be thrilled.
He opens many doors. None lead to the nice bar. It's unfortunate. Not that he minds hosting Pen, or anything.
campanas
Pen mopes, occasionally, about not being able to go home. She sings. She plays his video games and eats his food and [shows him the brainphone] and goes flying when there is opportunity to do so and acquires pants to go with her shirts from the cobb and sleeps and reads.
quite-enchanted
"...And by Samaria you don't mean the Biblical region of Palestine, you mean another universe that inexplicably uses Judean naming customs?"
campanas
"...Samaria name of continent of planet also world," explains Pen. "Mommy naming world. Mommies doing that."
quite-enchanted
"Huh. Because we used to have a Samaria here too, a few thousand years ago. It wasn't a continent or a planet, just a little country. Why did your mommy name the world?"
quite-enchanted
"...Oh. I do remember Ari saying something about your mother being all-powerful. And that she'd probably cure my allergies."
campanas
"Mm-hm. I not yet old for wishes enough so not having any even triangle wishes when going lost."
campanas
"So only having safes and brainphone. Not even gem for Jane. When finding me they fix, I bet."
campanas
"Probably Shell Bell find me or something. Or a one Daddy go here freecasting. But doors do time thing. So maybe taking whiles."
quite-enchanted
"I'm sorry. It's just- I don't know a lot of the words you're using. But asking for explanations just trips people up a lot of the time, and Ari can probably explain it better than- Ari knows me better, and he can explain later. And he seems to understand you."
campanas
"Is not wrong words is - is -" Pen brings her hands up to her hair and clenches them, tugging on curls in frustration. "Is - not doing of grammar -" She lets her hair go and whirls around, wings almost whistling against the air, and slaps her hand on the whiteboard wall.
Radiating outward from her hand, like ink spreading on a selectively waxed surface, is perfectly tidy English text neatly organized into paragraphs.
Pen pulls her hand from the wall; her skin hasn't picked up any smudges.
She blinks at the paragraphs.
Radiating outward from her hand, like ink spreading on a selectively waxed surface, is perfectly tidy English text neatly organized into paragraphs.
Pen pulls her hand from the wall; her skin hasn't picked up any smudges.
She blinks at the paragraphs.