European Adventure Logs

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Date:June 30

Liz organizes a day of fun for Peter's 'real' birthday which includes a trip to CERN. They get back to 3rd base. Then in the morning Alec bothers Peter about it.

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Date: July 10

Last day of the trip, Liz gets pick-pocketed and they have to find their own way on a train

[Here | rating pg | status: completed| no warnings]

[EP] To tame the wind - OTA

[st_oneswidow]

Usually when Curnen played outside, she kept close to the buildings, halfway between practicing and performing. But this was different. She wasn't very good at woodwind instruments at all. And not wanting to make the other people in her building, or any other building, completely crazy with her efforts, she took herself out into the Secret Garden.

Anyway, she didn't want to be inside. Not when being cooped up here again rankled like it did.

Ireland had been good for Curnen. There was nowhere else a Tufa could go, even in a world without magic. Even if the people she loved best right now would not go with her. She had not been born until long after the exile had taken place, but she'd grown up hearing Bliss and her parents tell stories of the green island they'd come from. Grew up hearing the language of home that wasn't spoken outside the house much once white people came in, since it only confused them. So she'd roamed wherever she could in those two blissful weeks of freedom, exploring, busking when she could get away with it and her nerve held, and buying instruments.

She was of course limited by what was affordable and easy to carry. At first she'd tried to keep herself to a bodhran, something she'd been yearning for since "The Well Below the Valley" had lodged itself so firmly in her brain. But she didn't want to think about the why of that, and that, along with wanting variety and things to learn, she'd picked up a number of woodwind instruments. They were small and inexpensive. And given she was saving her lodging budget by couch surfing her way across the country, for once she thought nothing of spending money. It had led to a wooden flute, but also a penny whistle, a pan flute, and a jaw harp. In the moment she'd decided if she could learn to play a harmonica, she could at least try these other things.

And now she was back. It chafed. But she had distractions.

She sat on the deck in the garden with her distractions, the bodhran and the woodwinds all nearby, her bare feet dangling into the pond as she attempted to consistently get a clear tone from the flute.

And she was doing all right, but of course eventually something like a loud trilling squawk went out and she laughed brightly.

Hearing someone approach from behind her, Curnen called out, "I'd ask if you wanna try one, but I think my spit's in all of 'em by now. 'Cept the drum, the drum's okay."

[ For Corbie ] notebook network

[st_andingtall]

With everyone just back from Europe, the restaurant was still empty and unusually quiet. Sam and Corbie sat in the back corner at a large table piled with notebooks, each with a name label on the front. There were a handful with aliases for Sam and Corbie, also, that they used for testing and tweaking.

At the moment, Sam was writing in a larger notebook, one that contained pages of notes and flow charts for enchantments. Sighing, he rubbed a hand over his face and then inscribed a reworked version of Henry's original spell into Father Freehley's journal. Once it set, he wrote:

To: Everyone.
Locked against: Father Simmons

Test. Test. Test.

"Can you you check a couple of journals and Dean's?" he asked Corbie. "I'm almost there on aliasing, I think."