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Phryne Fisher ([personal profile] st_illunsmeared) wrote in [community profile] strangetrip2017-02-17 12:25 pm

[EP/GP] Today is Check-In Day

When the fifteenth of the month came and went without any new arrivals, most people logically supposed that there would be no new arrivals that week, or that the pattern they believed they'd found was false after all.

Kitty Pryde, Caroline Forbes, and Phryne Fisher were decidedly not most people.

Between them, they agreed it would be best to keep a watch for a few days following the fifteenth, on the grounds that, often enough, holidays interrupted regular schedules, which would reassert themselves again at the next instance. If "keeping a watch" had required them to do anything out of the ordinary, they might have been somewhat less sanguine about it. Might have, as they were not, after all, most people. Yet since their routines, almost invariably, had them in public places, working and people-watching, it required no special effort on their part to be alert for new arrivals.

So it was that Phryne had taken up a table in the lobby cafe to read and hold court, while Kitty took an extra shift tending bar, and Caroline tidied up and labeled the boxes of decorations from Valentine's day "for next year's residents" on the morning of the sixteenth and again on the seventeenth--and not one of them were surprised when, in early afternoon, newcomers began to arrive.
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Re: for Vax (Greeting)

[personal profile] st_unning 2017-02-19 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Alcuin's jaw dropped. He looked truly stunned. "That is... yes. Remarkable."

He leaned over and ran his hand under the faucet. The water was indeed warm.

He looked up and saw his reflection in the glass. He looked... well. He looked as if he'd nearly died. He gingerly pulled his shirt up and then off, the blood soaked mess of fabric falling the floor at his feet, leaving his back and the marque covering it to Vax'ildan. But he was currently concerned with the thin white line that remained where the stab wound had been. He ran his fingers over it in wonder.
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Re: for Vax (Greeting)

[personal profile] st_abby 2017-02-19 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Vax'ildan wondered if his own expression was similar to the awe Alcuin had shown for the plumbing, as he stared at the massive, elaborate tattoo that had claimed Alcuin's fair back. He'd had a brand of his own on his back, until not so long ago, to show whose property he'd been. But that had been crude and small and ugly in comparison to the stunning tree the boy wore.

"I should leave you to your rest," he said after a few moments. Yes, Vax was curious about the tattooing. No, he didn't think it was fair to make Alcuin answer such gawky personal questions when he was still a mess that looked as if he could fall over at any time. "But most of the residents here are friendly enough. And I'm in 204, only a couple of doors down. If you need anything at all."
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Re: for Vax (Greeting)

[personal profile] st_unning 2017-02-19 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Alcuin turned then and looked at him, his face awash in gratitude.

"I... I cannot thank you enough," he said. Even those words seemed inadequate. He nearly reached out to touch him, embrace him even, but was having trouble reading how the man might react to that.

"I look forward to seeing you again when I'm a bit more myself," he added, and offered him a small smile. The words were a promise, as much as anything else. He felt he owed him a great deal, and he hoped that what little he had to give in return would be welcome.
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Re: for Vax (Greeting)

[personal profile] st_abby 2017-02-19 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
The blonde was well and truly beautiful, but Vax'ildan didn't confuse Alcuin's good fortune in the looks department and gratitude for not being dead back in the cafe with anything owed. He had done his duty, and would have done even if it hadn't gone to such a gentle soul.

"I'd like that," is what Vax ended up answering. "And Alcuin," he offered with a bit of his own rueful smile, as he moved to leave. "Welcome to the Madonna Inn."