[EP] London Lucida - OTA

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When the egg meant for Emma had opened to reveal what looked like her entire collection of tarot decks – minus the three she'd chosen to take on her trip to London to visit Sabine, and therefore the only ones she'd had with her at the inn – she'd been tempted to pull them all out at once. But she couldn't use all of them at once, and the anticipation of reconnecting with the various decks was appealing too. So she'd decided to begin each day by pulling one deck from the egg, the one on top or first she touched, as one of her decks for the day. Spread out the enjoyment over the better part of a month, at least. She wasn't sure exactly how many decks she had had. The day she pulled out a Mucha-inspired deck she didn't recognize, and that had a copyright date of 2015, she almost decided not to wait, but really it was more fun knowing there might be surprises still to come.

She couldn't have predicted this surprise. Not without a tarot vision giving her a clue.

Today's deck had still been in its original box with associated book. That was rare. Boxes tended to get crumpled or misplaced, and it was simply easier getting to individual cards when the deck was in a pocket or pouch. And when she'd looked to see what deck it was, it wasn't one she knew. London Lucida, it said on the box, along with artwork that felt familiar but wasn't anything she had seen before. It was the name at the bottom of the box that made her really pause, but she had breakfasts to cook, including her own, so exploring the deck had to wait.

It was afternoon before she took the time. She'd found an empty table in the cafe, had a mug of cafe au lait in reach, and now she sat crosslegged in the booth, the entire deck laid out over the table in order. She wasn't trying to See anything, focusing instead on the cards' art, as she picked up one card at a time, studying it in detail. Some of the paintings were obvious London landmarks: the Eye, the Shard, the Tower Bridge. Others were less obvious locations and people, that could possibly have been from any city with some history, but there was still a very English feel to them.

"I can't..." she trailed off shaking her head, not knowing how to finish the sentence. She couldn't believe it, except it was here, proof. The London Lucida Tarot, by Marie-Ange Colbert.

[Log] Boy Melodrama Scene - Backdated to Mid-January - Dean & Sam

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The boy melodrama scene... You know the scene where the boys get together and they're driving or leaning against Baby, drinking a beer, sharing their feelings.


( Sam would be like a little yappy dog, yapping and wouldn't shut up until Dean addressed it. )

So about that thing... (Closed to Peter)

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It had taken several days. Several long days where the embarrassment had lingered and festered before Liz got up the courage to walk anywhere near Peter's room. Talking to Kitty had helped. Talking to Sunny had helped, too. And then, when Liz was certain she was going to do it, she spent several hours in front of her bathroom mirror practicing what she should and shouldn't say. Then she spent an hour trying on various clothes for the right outfit, finally settling on a pink spaghetti strap tank top and dark denim jeans.

She didn't feel anymore confident as she walked towards his room.

Truth be told, every day she didn't see Peter, she missed him more and more. She didn't realize that seeing him had become an integral part of her life here and how he seemed to make everything else here worth it. She missed his smile and the way he talked and the way he smelled and his warmth.

Liz sighed as she reached the door. Maybe he wouldn't be there. Maybe she shouldn't knock.

She squeezed her eyes closed and knocked, holding her breath.