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capeandcowllogs2010-01-26 06:01 pm
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i will grow my own trees
WHO: [Bad username or site: beforemetoday title=Death @ livejournal.com] and [Bad username or site: origamiguardian title=Maggie @ livejournal.com].
WHERE: The MAC, and then the Strand.
WHEN: Today!
WARNINGS: Negative.
SUMMARY: Death and Maggie are hanging out, looking at some books, y'know.
FORMAT: Quicklog!
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[ Death finishes up her lunch, consisting of a can of cream soda and a falafel that a vendor on the street was kind enough to give her, and promptly finds herself elsewhere. Elsewhere, in this case, being on top of a kitchen table, in a building that the imPorts like to call the MAC. Death gets a good look at her surroundings, nods in approval, and then decides that standing on top of somebody's kitchen table is probably considered rude ]
[ sitting down, Death crosses her legs, and then takes off her hat. She places it in her lap, and leans to the side, so that she can look under the table ]
Knock, knock!
WHERE: The MAC, and then the Strand.
WHEN: Today!
WARNINGS: Negative.
SUMMARY: Death and Maggie are hanging out, looking at some books, y'know.
FORMAT: Quicklog!
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[ Death finishes up her lunch, consisting of a can of cream soda and a falafel that a vendor on the street was kind enough to give her, and promptly finds herself elsewhere. Elsewhere, in this case, being on top of a kitchen table, in a building that the imPorts like to call the MAC. Death gets a good look at her surroundings, nods in approval, and then decides that standing on top of somebody's kitchen table is probably considered rude ]
[ sitting down, Death crosses her legs, and then takes off her hat. She places it in her lap, and leans to the side, so that she can look under the table ]
Knock, knock!
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Ah! [the book in Maggie's hand nearly leaps out of her hand, doubtless about to attack the intruder, until she realizes it is only Death, come to visit] Oh.
I didn't hear the door open...
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Oh, I'm not so big on doors! The ones that are already there, anyway. It's easier to just slip in when and where I feel like it.
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[and then it occurs to Maggie why her visitor has come, and her eyes light, and the normally near monotone-speaking, shy 20-year-old sounds like a child being offered a trip to Disneyworld] Are we going to the Strand?
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If you don't have anything else you need to do today!
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You were ready to go, weren't you?
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[And then everything, even the impossibility of how she got here is forgotten, as she notices she is surrounded by high, high bookshelves and stacks of books. She starts to quiver a little, a low sort of giggle escaping her mouth] Ahhhhh....
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Where would you like to start?
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Ah... maybe a travel guide to the city... or... science fiction... or...
[more wondering aloud to herself] Does this world have Nenene's books?
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Uh. I guess that's not as cool as being... um... [but wait, she can't disparage Big Sis like that!]
But she's really cool, too.
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[picks up the Zagat guide, and it falls open to a place specializing in dessert] If this place is just "the City," does that mean there's no such thing as "New York Cheesecake"?