Log: Ongoing

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

When; July 15 (afternoon)
Rating; PG
Characters; Peter lionrampante, Caspian treadingdawn, Susan lionesssejant
Summary; A little sport brings everyone closer together.
Log;

[See Caspian with the ball. See Caspian's fast footwork with the ball. See Caspian try to get the ball past Peter.]

You are tenacious, Your Majesty.

[A grin at Peter. He's not paying attention to anything else but The Game.]

ooc: So like, Bree went to pick up Edmund justest, ought we to open the log up to them and Susan for whenever they might want to drop in on the game XD?

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[He looks at Peter a moment then shakes his head at Susan. Oh and he lets go of her hand too in that unsure awkward manner.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

No- I thought they'd be with you.

I've been gone for nearly a month.

[Kind of runs a hand through his hair as he thinks.]

You were just heading home from school?

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

[Oh! She was holding his hand! Susan pulls it to her side and clears her throat.]

A month? You were right with me and the others. Yes, of course we were heading home.

[Looks down to see the football. They've been here playing games?]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Yes, a month.

[Wow doesn't that look bad? He sort of moves the ball behind him as if that might help remove the look from her face.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

I was with you and the others, a month ago.

[Kind of ignoring Caspian and Susan antics.]

But you're all right? Nothing's happened since you got here?

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

That's so strange.

[Sighs and lifts her head.]

I'm fine. I heard strange sirens today and got rather lost from where I came...or so I thought. Nothing is familiar here.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Likely they are part of a curse.

[Nodnod then another look at Peter while addressing Susan.]

We should take you to where we are staying, and explain.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Right.

[Sighs heavily. He's glad Susan's here, but he's crazily worried about Edmund and Lucy now, even with the time 'rift' & all that jazz.]

We've been living down here for a while... It's probably easier if we sat down and explained.

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

Curses?

[Yes, it would seem that there is a lot more things to be explained.]

Where do you live in this place...City?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Picking the ball up in one arm, gesturing for Susan to follow with his other.]

Come with us. It is ah... a flat.

[Peter taught him that one really.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

It's not too far.

[Kind of wants to hug Susan, just because it's been so long, but knows that it probably won't happen.]

You didn't bring anything with you, I suppose?

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

[This is so much to process. Susan nods and shows Peter her school bag.]

I don't suppose I'll be needing this here though.

[Brief smile at the thought.]

Oh and a strange kind of type writer. I couldn't find any paper for it or place to roll it in. It must be broken.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Caspian actually laughs at that one. He finds an odd relief in not being the only one who stares at those communicator things oddly.]

It is how most people communicate here, when they are unable to meet.

[It's something like that anyway. The walk to their apartment isn't too far, complete with the under construction carport-turned-horse stall. It's near completion though.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

You didn't throw it away, right?

[Kind of turns around to face Susan, with a fake grin. Have some floppy hand motions!]

It's not bad, is it?

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

[Ducks her shoulders a little at Caspian's laughing but smiles nonetheless. Shakes herself out of it mentally to see through Peter's goofing.]

It's in my bag. I had some room for it.

[She takes note of what looks like the beginnings of a stable. How peculiar.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Noting the floppy hand motions, having gotten used to it living with him.]

We have two bedrooms. You will take one while you are here.

[Someone has to give theirs up for the lady though. He unlocks the door and of course holds the door open for her. Ladies first.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter volunteers to give his up. However, Susan will have to excuse the small mess he has.]

You can take mine. I'll sleep on the couch for a bit.

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

[Walking into an flat that is owned by her own brother and...well...Prince Caspian of all people is a rare experience. Susan holds onto her bag and stands aside after entering, looking around.]

Thank you, Peter.

[Approaches the couch, the one Peter will sleep on.]

All of this is yours? How?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[He shuts the door, about to argue over who should be sleeping on the couch but Susan's question catches his attention. Caspian rubs the back of his neck.]

Because we are.. sixteen.. we are given monetary compensation.

[Welfare.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

The City takes care of our living expenses.

[Kind of stands around awkwardly.]

Do you need anything to eat?

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

[It's reasonable enough that the government would take care of the youth. She doesn't question that. Susan sits on the couch.]

No, but thank you. You both were going to tell me what is going on?

[Politeness coats the expectant tone.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Do you want anything to drink?

[Another look at Peter then he clears his throat.]

It seems this place pulls people from their homes, much like it was for you in the old stories.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Sits down after meeting Caspian's look. Feels kind of sheepish explaining the whole story.]

Only, we're stuck here.

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

[She's never one to scream or carry on. Her hands remain on her knees, but her jaw has dropped.]

First we're taken and then we're-we're stuck?

[Looks to Caspian. Belatedly, she realizes she ignored his hospitality.]

May I have some water. Please.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[A nod to Susan, leaving to the kitchen so brother and sister can have a moment alone and maybe Peter can get yelled at with some dignity.]