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[whosedaughter.livejournal.com]

Who: Jenny and YOU.
What: A jog for her; whatever for anyone else.
Where: Out and about, in central areas.
When: Veerdi afternoon/evening.
Notes: None.
Warnings: None.

Although Jenny's running days were over (for now), jogging was an acceptable alternative. It was an inconspicuous way to gain ground and find your way around a place, but better than aimlessly walking around like a tourist. And oh, she really wanted to know Baedel, and why she had been snatched up. Mind you, the change of scenery was preferable; twenty-first century Earth was all right but she still didn't understand all the fuss, and she had felt on edge without other xenians around, even though she could 'pass' as human.

Every so often she comes to a stop, to rest against a wall, or drink from her water bottle, and takes the time to scan her surroundings. If she had come here of her own volition, she probably wouldn't have minded so much. Some of the architecture is really quite pretty.

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[toooldforlosing]

Raylan laughs a little. "Yeah, fair enough. Nowhere much worth running to yet, though."

[whosedaughter.livejournal.com]

"I guess a random trapdoor is too much to hope for?" She knows it's unlikely, but she's only half-joking.

[toooldforlosing]

He laughs. "Not that I've found." Yet. "Still, worth trying to look for."

[whosedaughter.livejournal.com]

"I'll inform you if I find anything of interest," she says, cheerily. "In the meantime, I'm going to head on. Nice chatting with you."

[toooldforlosing]

"You find that trapdoor, let me know. Raylan Givens."

[whosedaughter.livejournal.com]

"Jenny!" She says, with a little wave. And then she's off again.