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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2017 9:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 7:38 am
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"Hullo, Silk." Her eyebrows resisted the urge to match Silk's. "Well, I ain't got ya number. D'you have phones here? This here was us-" Preacher gestured between her and Chester. "-tryna swing by to see if ya was free. Since y'ain't, ya want us ta come back 'nother time?" She wished she had enough time to snap a picture of Chester. CHESTer. Haha, get it? Her eyes slid over to him. Lame, he was trying to cover his chest up.
As for Silk, Preacher hadn't been about to send something by post, or by proxy of another visitor. She wondered, briefly, if that weird dude she'd sent the letter with had gotten the full cattiness of Silk, too. Plus, she'd figured she was allowed to wander in the public bits, track down someone here to relay the message, then got on with things. There was a deadline.
"Dint know ya could hear ya name from far 'way." Then she shoved her hands in her pockets - or tried to, before remembering that her skort shorts didn't have pockets. It was for the best as the motion would have hurt her bandaged hands.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 8:22 pm
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"Nawp, couldn't think o' it. M'sorry, Silk - can do next time, though." It was much easier right now to remind herself to just be chill, instead of being horribly offended and angry. Mainly because she knew Silk could be just as much a b***h back as Preacher could and Preacher was so tired all the time lately. She watched as Silk took the hag stone.
"Yeah, for water. We, uh, found a hag stone over on this side - a natural one, since I figgered it'd work better than somethin' man made. Since hag stones're in a lotta mythos n' s**t." This felt like somehow being in school again. Preacher glanced at Chester. Go on, make it sound smarter.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 11:11 pm
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Chester, unaware of Silk's capacity for snark and bite, despite Preacher's warnings, was rather surprised at his housemate's civility. She was apologizing and explaining and even looking to him to contribute. So, he did.
"We imbued it with river and rainwater from this side as well, along with water from several sources in the mundane world. And, of course, we expressed our intent to sustain the destroyers of the old Charter and the creators of the new." At least he had. He was no mind reader, and Preacher might have been thinking about tacos while she was casting, for all he knew.
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