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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 Peter
Sam smiled in a way that said 'Yeah, I'm sorry, but it's true'.
"He's... really into TV shows. Especially the ones of Netflix."
Re: Samirah and Peter
That, and it was hard to know what was true and what wasn't true online.
Re: Samirah and Peter
"Then I look forward to meeting him and letting you know."
She smiled earnestly to him.
"For now, I should probably find my room and maybe do away with my axe for a while. I don't want to come off terribly hostile on my first few days here."
Re: Samirah and Peter
Re: Samirah and Peter
She had yet to go to the front desk, so her response was confused.
"Journals?"
Re: Samirah and Peter
Re: Samirah and Peter
"Like cellphones, but in writing."
She nodded to indicate she understood this concept.
"Maybe I'll try it out on you, once I receive mine... if that's alright with you?"
Re: Samirah and Peter
He offers her a smile. "Guess I'll see you around."
Re: Samirah and Peter
"Yes. I'm sure you will. Thank you. You've been very helpful."
With a polite smile, she turned after Peter was aware she was planning to depart and headed for the front desk.