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towerofanimus2012-01-19 09:08 pm
guiltapalooza) wrote in towerofanimus2012-01-19 09:08 pm
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❝Just hold on don't turn around❞
Characters Willow (guiltapalooza) and England sunneversetson). CLOSED.
Setting: Whatever dorm room is England'sI'm lazy.
Format: Action tags, I guess?
Summary: It's about time she checked up on one of the people she'd met during the tower renovation.
Warnings: None!
[She really has been finding herself with far too much free time at the tower, even despite recent events. (Goddess, those recent events. It was so much like Sunnydale here it was uncanny, only without the people, arguably the most important difference possible.) When Willow grows idle, she grows social-- she always has, gravitating naturally to occupying herself by supporting other people.
And there had been one person she'd met while the tower was being renovated that stuck out in her mind. That had been a crazy, mind-numbingly hectic day, but she was left with several impressions. One, that she could count on all the people she'd thought she could count on; and two, that she could also apparently count on someone named Arthur Kirkland.
Thankfully there was only one of him here, so it was easy to find his name placque. She takes a moment to steel her nerves against impromptu social interaction, which she can still get kinda nervous about... and knocks on his door.
There is, noticeably, a plate in her hands covered in tin foil.]
guiltapalooza) and England sunneversetson). CLOSED.Setting: Whatever dorm room is England's
Format: Action tags, I guess?
Summary: It's about time she checked up on one of the people she'd met during the tower renovation.
Warnings: None!
[She really has been finding herself with far too much free time at the tower, even despite recent events. (Goddess, those recent events. It was so much like Sunnydale here it was uncanny, only without the people, arguably the most important difference possible.) When Willow grows idle, she grows social-- she always has, gravitating naturally to occupying herself by supporting other people.
And there had been one person she'd met while the tower was being renovated that stuck out in her mind. That had been a crazy, mind-numbingly hectic day, but she was left with several impressions. One, that she could count on all the people she'd thought she could count on; and two, that she could also apparently count on someone named Arthur Kirkland.
Thankfully there was only one of him here, so it was easy to find his name placque. She takes a moment to steel her nerves against impromptu social interaction, which she can still get kinda nervous about... and knocks on his door.
There is, noticeably, a plate in her hands covered in tin foil.]
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That's an impressive metaphorical voice, [she answers lightly.] Must be a whole heap load of experience there if you're at opera singer level. [Where is this metaphor going, now? Like Willow ever knows.]
Not too picky about your cookies and where you get 'em, huh? Can't say I blame you on that. [She takes a cookie and munches on it herself, sparing a moment to indulge in a blissful expression.] ... Mmmm. Is it horrible to congratulate myself on my own cookies?