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archives Sunday, June 05, 2005 sylinabeaker: -ambles down the street in Diagon Alley- bea terg weasley: *sweeping the messy linoleum floor of his shop, checking the clock periodically* sylinabeaker: -approaches the shop, not expecting it to look any less empty and desolate than it has for the past 6 months or so- sylinabeaker: -sighs and wipes the window with the sleeve of her robes- bea terg weasley: .. *humming to himself, sweeping empty wrappers under the shelves where they do not belong* bea terg weasley: *drops a bottle of something liquid pink on his (way too tight) jeans* .. shit.. bea terg weasley: shitshitshitshit. *punches air* sylinabeaker: -blinks- sylinabeaker: -bangs on the window- bea terg weasley: *jumps, startled, and turns* ... *can make out a shape outside* .. hm.. hello?? .. *walks to the door and pulls it open, not really paying attention as he attempts to rub the pink goop off a thigh* bea terg weasley: sorry i just- *looks up* ............ sylinabeaker: ...Hello George. bea terg weasley: .. hey. um.. hi. *goes to lean on the doorframe with an elbow and nearly trips* .. hahha. so yeah. hello. sylinabeaker: -avoids his eyes quickly and looks down- Ah... is that... pink goo on your thigh-leg-jeans? bea terg weasley: oh! er.. *looks down again* yeah it is. fancy that. *looks up again* its you. sylinabeaker: Don't see much, uh, pink goo these days. sylinabeaker: Oh, me. sylinabeaker: Yes, it is. sylinabeaker: Hi. bea terg weasley: well you know i .. *gestures with his hands a story that makes little sense* ... and then.. *waves arms* and THEN *points at thigh* you see? mhmm. hi again. sylinabeaker: -nods- sylinabeaker: I see. sylinabeaker: How, um, well, pink goo aside, how've you been? bea terg weasley: huh..? ..oh! well ive been.. busy? *coughs* um.. you know. busy with the shop in the U.S and all. but i came back for a while. yeah. *blows dirty hair out of his face* how um.. how have you been going? er-doing? i meant doing. right? yeah.. okay.. *shuts up* sylinabeaker: Ah, now there's an interesting question. Without an interesting answer. -smiles- sylinabeaker: How was the U.S.? sylinabeaker: Interesting place, so I hear. bea terg weasley: *narrows eyes* dont think youre snaking out of that question for long. bea terg weasley: its interesting, but tiring. bea terg weasley: so fast moving. bea terg weasley: wizards are few and far between. sylinabeaker: -nods several times- bea terg weasley: and the birds! the birds are horrible. sylinabeaker: -quirks a brow- bea terg weasley: they are meatless and snobby and flirtatious beyond anything i can comprehend and the ones that arent are .. are.. huge porkers that gorge themselves on 'fast food' and fancy themselves able to wear tank tops and short skirts in public! .. *breathes* .. sylinabeaker: Oh? sylinabeaker: Well I'm terribly sorry you had to put up with such... ah, horrible-ness. bea terg weasley: .... *kicks himself mentally for the outburst* well its good to be back.. and to er. see you. sylinabeaker: *smiles* I'm, glad. It's been... a... while. I'm sure you've missed your family. sylinabeaker: *lightbulb goes off inside head* sylinabeaker: Not to change the subject, but should you be worried about the pink goo in your, I mean, on your, pants? bea terg weasley: *falters* ..um......... well. its kinda seeped in by now. bea terg weasley: itching goo, on top of that. bea terg weasley: its taken all my strength not to start scratching. bea terg weasley: but its worth having a conversation with you again, sage. sylinabeaker: I.. oh. Thank you. sylinabeaker: I can make you an anti-itching potion, if you'd like. bea terg weasley: that'd beee.. very nice. *taps the foot that belongs to the leg in question very rapidly* sylinabeaker: *smiles and gives him a quick hug* sylinabeaker: I'll just head into the back where you keep all your chemicals, then? bea terg weasley: *doesnt have enough time to wrap his arms about her, so ends up with his arms open as she moves back* right. i havent been back there in a while.. if things are expired.. i dont know. *arms still spread and he is barely aware* sylinabeaker: *grabs one of his outstretched arms and pulls him with her* I'm sure we'll find out. sylinabeaker: Don't worry though, I won't poison you. bea terg weasley: *nervous laugh* i wasn't even considering that an option but now that you mention it.. im glad youre not a liar. *follows* sylinabeaker: me, too. I guess honesty makes life, somewhat, easier. Hmm. sylinabeaker: *piles some bottles on a table* sylinabeaker: This is a fairly quick potion to make. sylinabeaker: Sit down and count to 84 and it ought to be finished. bea terg weasley: 84? *sighs* thats a lot of numbers. *moves to visciously scratch his leg, but stops, sitting as instructed* sylinabeaker: It could have been worse. I almost said 96, but I changed my mind at the last second. sylinabeaker: -puts on an apron- bea terg weasley: where'd you get that apron? *bounces leg* sylinabeaker: -points to under a table- sylinabeaker: Now... let's see. *pours some things into a beaker, drops some poison ivy leaves from a box into a small cauldron, then pours the liquids in* sylinabeaker: Okay... this boils for 10 seconds and it ought to be ready... sylinabeaker: *thankful to be talking about the only thing in the whole world she knows about, without any doubt and with complete clarity* sylinabeaker: *counts, then pours it into a beaker* sylinabeaker: OUCH that's hot, don't touch it yet. posted by LNR 10:26 AM Saturday, June 04, 2005 "You've never been so nuts about a guy You wanna laugh you wanna cry You cross your heart and hope to die" --Bjork It's Oh So Quiet posted by LNR 11:53 PM |
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