[GP/EP] Check-In Day

[st_oriedqueen]

Why Caroline had needed her to help with Check-In Day she hadn't bothered to say. Just, "you said you'd help," and when Regina protested she wasn't good with people, "aren't you a Queen or a Mayor or something?" complete with shooing gestures. While Regina found Caroline more exasperating the terrifying, she did have a point.

So Regina suited up--literally, gathered her files and folders, coffee mug, pens and pocketed the wooden carving of Henry/Roland Robin had made for her, then headed for the cafe. If, polished and politic and patently Busy, she didn't offer newcomers the brightest or warmest smile when they arrived, it was nevertheless confident and quite possibly reassuring.

Caroline did friendly. Regina...did knowledgeable and polite. Dot and Ignis had been asked to provide finger food on catering trays. The still-grieving Miss Pryde had been tasked with samovars of tea and coffee and ice chest of soda and beer. Caroline's welcome baskets sat on the table beside Regina's for easy access. And though she didn't when she was alone in the office, Regina spent the magic to fix her eyesight so she didn't put glasses between her and new arrivals.

Madame Mayor was in.

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Re: Vex'ahlia - Assigned Threads

[st_ubby]

Worry-bitten lips shaped the first word they'd ever uttered, but no sound came out, sound and breath completely stolen by her brother's voice in her ear, and the broom dipped alarmingly where Vex's legs would have slid out from under her if she'd been standing.

"You're..." a whisper so soft with hope and relief, the alive dying on her lips before it could speak the opposite she'd seen to be true. Anger and fear flared in the wake of softer emotions, "What are you- where the fuck are you! We promised!"

She surged forward, like a half-broken horse, calling out to Dot left behind, "I have to..." Never mind she had no idea where she was going. She was the best tracker they knew, and he was her brother. She'd find him.

Or he'd find her.

Just like always.

Re: Vex'ahlia - Assigned Threads

[st_oh_honestly]

"Oh good," Dot said to Darryl, or to no one in particular. "She found him."

Then as if women on brooms flew in and out of her life on a daily basis she retrieved her teapot and went back to making sure everyone who wanted it had something to eat or drink.