Sep. 26th, 2011

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Who: Lucius Malfoy (Sr) and Severus Snape
What: Chance non-meetings in common places.
Where: An apothecary
When: Shundi afternoon, in the case of one.


It reminds him something of home.

Not a novel concept. Baedal has its similarities, every now and then reminding of Lucius the place he vanished from some several weeks ago, recent enough for it to dog his thoughts between more immediate concerns. Sort of like homesickness, except with dignity and careful indifference. But this place could well transport Lucius back to Knockturn Alley, hand touching light the door once he's scanned the building front of the apothecary, and pushing it open.

There is some-- awful-- social happening for the Other Malfoys, that Lucius had heard in the edges of conversation between avoiding everyone, and decided it best to take leave of the townhouse early, and dare suggest that his younger analogue would be grateful for it. It's driven him past the borders of Sobek Croix, walking down streets he had sort of known before his encounter with Narcissa, and are familiar to him now in abstraction and fragmented memory.

There had been a store down here, hadn't there? One that had sold the necessary ingredients for potion making.

Hard to say if it will have what he requires, or if he requires anything except a place to go to kill a little time. Regardless, Lucius enters, the click of his cane heralding his presence if the sound of the door swinging open does not. His shape is cut in expensive coat, grey-blonde hair left to tendril somewhat ragged past his shoulders, and grey gaze ever flat and indifferent as it takes in his surroundings.
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Who: the Chicago Kindred Ladies' Social Club, and Njoki
What: a reunion. Continued from here
Where: Jones and Brie's place
When: late

This city will take a whole lot of getting used to. Despite dying, Chicago had still been Chicago, even if filled with people who ate other people for a living -- this is something else entirely. Rosa had done her best to pay attention to Njoki, considering the things she was hearing were important, but she can't help but get distracted. Njoki's claim to be from the future seems much less unbelievable now that she was out on the street.

The feeling of relief that washes over Rosa when she saw Jones and Brie's apartment is so great she wobbles a bit. She restrains herself from dropping everything and running to the door; instead she walks to the door (albeit a little more quickly than usual) and rings the bell.
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Who: Njoki and Steve
What: A Very Important Conversation
Where: An ice cream parlor on the outskirts of Mog Hill
When: this evening.
Notes: Always wait 30 minutes after you eat to go for a run. Or, do as Captain America does, and have your ice cream after.
Warnings: Cap may or may not keel over from mortification in his post. Film at eleven.


Steve is happy to lose a race these days. He's not a guy concerned with winning in the first place. Since the procedure he was the strongest, the fastest; losing a race is a gift he doesn't often get. It keeps him humble, keeps him connected to who he used to be.

To the person to whom he promised Dr. Erskine he would remain true.

"Fair's fair," he says as he steps into the ice cream parlor, holding the door for Ki. "You won, I'm buying. What are you having?"

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