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tampered2007-04-19 11:24 pm
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Log; Ongoing
When; April 19, evening.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Kitty (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kittyjones) & Bartimaeus (djinni_tricks)
Summary; Time for another round of rational, mature, measured conversation. Or... not.
Log;
The apartment stank of blood. Normally this would be a cause for concern, or at least an air-freshener - but given that that was the nature of today's curse there was nothing Kitty could really do about it. Except wait it out, get very thirsty, and roll her eyes at the deities for their originality. Honestly, you knew someone was stuck for ideas when they turned to the Bible of all things for inspiration.
She absent-mindedly drummed her fingers on the sofa as she sat there, feet pulled up cross-legged. As far as she knew, the other flatmates were out or busy. Except Bartimaeus. Which was quite handy, considering she needed to talk with him. She'd been meaning to explain Ptolemy's plans to him for a while but... the right opportunity had never come up. How do you say a thing like that? And she hadn't even started to consider how to tell Nathaniel...
Sighing, she closed her eyes for a moment, mentally reassuring herself. This was something that had to be done. Bartimaeus would understand that. And it wasn't her being stupid or self-sacrificing, she was the only one able to do it. So she'd tell him, he'd agree, and they would get on with their lives. What could be simpler?
...Well, it worked in theory, at least.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Kitty (
kittyjones) & Bartimaeus (djinni_tricks)Summary; Time for another round of rational, mature, measured conversation. Or... not.
Log;
The apartment stank of blood. Normally this would be a cause for concern, or at least an air-freshener - but given that that was the nature of today's curse there was nothing Kitty could really do about it. Except wait it out, get very thirsty, and roll her eyes at the deities for their originality. Honestly, you knew someone was stuck for ideas when they turned to the Bible of all things for inspiration.
She absent-mindedly drummed her fingers on the sofa as she sat there, feet pulled up cross-legged. As far as she knew, the other flatmates were out or busy. Except Bartimaeus. Which was quite handy, considering she needed to talk with him. She'd been meaning to explain Ptolemy's plans to him for a while but... the right opportunity had never come up. How do you say a thing like that? And she hadn't even started to consider how to tell Nathaniel...
Sighing, she closed her eyes for a moment, mentally reassuring herself. This was something that had to be done. Bartimaeus would understand that. And it wasn't her being stupid or self-sacrificing, she was the only one able to do it. So she'd tell him, he'd agree, and they would get on with their lives. What could be simpler?
...Well, it worked in theory, at least.