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tampered2011-01-23 09:34 pm
windsorknot.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2011-01-23 09:34 pm
Log | Closed | Ongoing
When; Backdated to Friday evening (21st)
Rating; PG
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primrosella, windsorknot
Summary; In which Arthur pays Rosella a friendly visit.
Log;
Arthur wasn't really sure of what to expect from this visit. It only recently occurred to him that he'd never actually met Rosella in person. Not that this was anything new; he had a network of contacts back in his world of whom he'd only met about half. The rest were obscure names displayed on computer screens attached to numbers and secure emails that he knew to trust.
This situation was different, though. For one, it wasn't business. She was... he figured the word "friend" was appropriate here, as little as he used that word to describe anyone he knew here. He also couldn't remember the last time he'd dropped by someone's house in such a quaint and innocuous fashion. It somewhat reminded him of a time when paying the Cobbs a friendly visit was a part of his regular routine.
He reached up to knock on the door while resisting the urge to grimace. Reminiscing about the past was never really his thing. No point in starting now.
Rating; PG
Characters;
primrosella, windsorknotSummary; In which Arthur pays Rosella a friendly visit.
Log;
Arthur wasn't really sure of what to expect from this visit. It only recently occurred to him that he'd never actually met Rosella in person. Not that this was anything new; he had a network of contacts back in his world of whom he'd only met about half. The rest were obscure names displayed on computer screens attached to numbers and secure emails that he knew to trust.
This situation was different, though. For one, it wasn't business. She was... he figured the word "friend" was appropriate here, as little as he used that word to describe anyone he knew here. He also couldn't remember the last time he'd dropped by someone's house in such a quaint and innocuous fashion. It somewhat reminded him of a time when paying the Cobbs a friendly visit was a part of his regular routine.
He reached up to knock on the door while resisting the urge to grimace. Reminiscing about the past was never really his thing. No point in starting now.