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Strange Staff ([personal profile] st_aff) wrote in [community profile] strangetrip2017-02-13 10:19 pm

[GP] Shoot that poison arrow

None of the guests noticed when the spiky-haired man-child in jeans and purple t-shirt, wrists wrapped in cheap leather and metal bracelets, arrived at the Madonna Inn a few hours before midnight on February 13. That, in itself, wasn't all that surprising. Eros, otherwise known as Danny Valentine, had millennia of experience doing his job without being spotted.

What was surprising was that the dude at the front desk did see him. Tall and Nondescript waved him over and then gave him a room number 'in case you wanted to rest'. But Danny didn't.

Want to, or rest. He spent the time before the clock struck midnight polishing his love gun. Not like that. He'd find a girl to spend his nameday with. He always did. No, this little beauty was made by Hephaestus himself. It shot love darts that disappeared on contact.

At midnight, kitted out with more love darts than there were people in this pink and gold monstrosity, Danny left his room and shot the first person he saw--and didn't wait to see what would happen.

No point getting a slow start. He had a lot of work to do.
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Re: Henry Winchester - Done Been Zapped (or rather will be zapped again) - OTA

[personal profile] st_udious 2017-02-16 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Henry frowned as he watched her flee. He didn't have the language skills to be able to tell her that this wasn't her fault. He didn't think it would soothe her distress much. It certainly didn't assuage his own guilt. Still, he had more sense than to go after her. Even if they did share a common tongue, he knew it'd be a terrible thing to go trying to comfort someone when he'd indirectly caused distress of this sort in the first place.

He swallowed uncomfortably, picking up his notebook again. This time with the intent to attempt come up with a way to make amends that wouldn't require language at all.