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strangetrip2019-01-31 11:58 pm
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[GP] Check-in Day
The wheel of the year turned and turned and Curnen found herself at an anniversary of sorts that she flatly didn't want to be remembering but got stuck on a loop of anyway.
This time there was no taking the hell off into the wilderness, though. Nor were there endless, circular recitations of "The Queen of Argyll." Rather than be poisoned by the memory of someone she still hated like everloving fuck, she focused on remembering the friend she'd lost. And besides this being Kash's song, she figured it was never a bad time around here for "John Barleycorn." Perched on the roof with her guitar, she sang of John Barleycorn's dying and rising again, subtle magic weaving into her voice to lead anyone lost in their little bubble world this way.
There was three men come out of the west their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn must die,
They ploughed, they sowed, they harrowed him in, threw clods upon his head,
And these three men made a solemn oath John Barleycorn was dead.
It was Kash's song, in her mind, but you talked to half the people around here and it wasn't a bad fit for them, either. From her vantage point, she watched the road.
This time there was no taking the hell off into the wilderness, though. Nor were there endless, circular recitations of "The Queen of Argyll." Rather than be poisoned by the memory of someone she still hated like everloving fuck, she focused on remembering the friend she'd lost. And besides this being Kash's song, she figured it was never a bad time around here for "John Barleycorn." Perched on the roof with her guitar, she sang of John Barleycorn's dying and rising again, subtle magic weaving into her voice to lead anyone lost in their little bubble world this way.
There was three men come out of the west their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn must die,
They ploughed, they sowed, they harrowed him in, threw clods upon his head,
And these three men made a solemn oath John Barleycorn was dead.
It was Kash's song, in her mind, but you talked to half the people around here and it wasn't a bad fit for them, either. From her vantage point, she watched the road.
Re: Samirah and Jack
"Yep. The, uh.. rooms can be a little over-the-top, but it's warm and dry. You'll already have a room assigned to you - freaky, I know." Jack was a little surprised as it seemed the young woman was taking the news incredibly well. He wondered if she was used to weird and crazy.
"I'm Jack, by the way. Jack O'Neill." He didn't extend his hand - he'd traveled in the Middle East before and even on Abidos women often didn't touch men. "You seem to be processing this rather well."
Re: Samirah and Jack
"Samirah... And I haven't decided if this is the strangest thing I've experienced or not."
She smiled politely to the older gentleman.
"If you'll excuse me, I think I'll go and try to get a better understanding of this place."
Re: Samirah and Jack
He gave her a nod and a small, sweeping gesture towards the inn. "By all means. And I promise you'll get used to this eventually."
Re: Samirah and Jack
"Thank you."
She turned and, with a look of resolution, headed for the Inn's entrance.