Ars Goetia ([personal profile] arsgoetia) wrote2012-06-30 05:06 pm
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[Game 11] Team Late Start Where The Hell Are We

[You are in... some kind of Doctor's office. It is warm to hot, with no AC. You may find yourself sprawled across the sink counter, the examination bed/bench thing, or on the floor]

[There is a girl here of fifteen or sixteen, wearing a jacket despite the heat, and looking very sharp-eyed]

[She is also covered in chalk and chalk drawings are covering most of the walls and floor in strange symbols and lines and curves. Candles are set in the four corners of the room]

"Well, what have we here?" She has a strong London accent.
troublebrewing: (hey! ..... sup.)

[personal profile] troublebrewing 2012-07-01 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
[She seems just as confused as I am. So, maybe not entirely, but at least on this.]

[glances at Valencia again]

Are you his patient, or assistant?
troublebrewing: (this place feels so unfamiliar...)

[personal profile] troublebrewing 2012-07-01 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Oh.

[She says she's his student.]
Edited 2012-07-01 03:33 (UTC)
troublebrewing: (midnight text messages.)

[personal profile] troublebrewing 2012-07-01 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Okay. We're coming.]
troublebrewing: (a memory guilded in red and gold.)

[personal profile] troublebrewing 2012-07-01 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Ok. Thank you and sorry about this.]