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ataraxionlogs2014-06-13 09:10 pm
lightmagic) wrote in ataraxionlogs2014-06-13 09:10 pm
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and let me tell you that i'm dreaming (OPEN)
CHARACTERS: Lily Potter AND YOU!!!
LOCATION: A mystery. (Miscellaneous!! Halls, elevators, media library, kitchen, take your pick.)
WARNINGS: TBA??
SUMMARY: A June catch-all post.
NOTES: Please feel free to start threads with whatever! I wish to rp all of the things and Lily is criminally approachable, so if you want to have someone bump into her or leave an opening for her to say hi, I'm down for whatever.
Lily doesn't leave her room often. It's ostensibly to rest and make sense of things, but she simply doesn't think to go anywhere. She lays in bed and tries to sleep, thinks better of it, and spends hour upon hour going through network archives instead. Being busy keeps her mind from drifting back home to where everything went wrong.
'Not often' is not 'never,' all the same - she has to leave to get things to eat and drink, do washing up, and eventually media library holds enough of a pull that she heads out to investigate it and returns to her room with too many things loaded into a data pad to be able to go over in days, though she's determined enough to try.
(One day she considers trying to relax by swimming but rethinks it at the last moment, does an about-face near the rec area and heading back toward her room.)
She doesn't linger long enough in the kitchens to make entire meals but she does snack while she makes up her tea before disappearing once more into the halls again.
She wanders them enough to get a general idea of the layout enough, and not just on her own floor. She doesn't stray far despite the elevators making things easier, but she likes to have a mental map at least. She's approachable enough even in her upset, quiet and maybe a little morose but who isn't, some days?
LOCATION: A mystery. (Miscellaneous!! Halls, elevators, media library, kitchen, take your pick.)
WARNINGS: TBA??
SUMMARY: A June catch-all post.
NOTES: Please feel free to start threads with whatever! I wish to rp all of the things and Lily is criminally approachable, so if you want to have someone bump into her or leave an opening for her to say hi, I'm down for whatever.
Lily doesn't leave her room often. It's ostensibly to rest and make sense of things, but she simply doesn't think to go anywhere. She lays in bed and tries to sleep, thinks better of it, and spends hour upon hour going through network archives instead. Being busy keeps her mind from drifting back home to where everything went wrong.
'Not often' is not 'never,' all the same - she has to leave to get things to eat and drink, do washing up, and eventually media library holds enough of a pull that she heads out to investigate it and returns to her room with too many things loaded into a data pad to be able to go over in days, though she's determined enough to try.
(One day she considers trying to relax by swimming but rethinks it at the last moment, does an about-face near the rec area and heading back toward her room.)
She doesn't linger long enough in the kitchens to make entire meals but she does snack while she makes up her tea before disappearing once more into the halls again.
She wanders them enough to get a general idea of the layout enough, and not just on her own floor. She doesn't stray far despite the elevators making things easier, but she likes to have a mental map at least. She's approachable enough even in her upset, quiet and maybe a little morose but who isn't, some days?
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There's a brief brittleness to her then, but only for a split second - she uncrosses her arms and smiles, just a little, taking the offered hand to shake it. Her grip is firm and she's pleasant enough - when she settles back again it's with only one arm crossed, more casual than before.
"I'm Lily. Lily Potter." She gets it out without incident, which feels like progress.
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And he knows that name, the light of faint recognition going off behind his eyes. He knows her last name, anyway, but stops himself at the threshold of simply rummaging for the answer, going quiet in his own head. "Any relation to Harry? Sorry, I--
"Sort of couldn't help but overhear that you're very likely a witch." His hand goes up, wriggles fingers in the direction of his own skull, hand then splaying as if to indicate that he's since stopped.
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—and it hadn't felt like sickening fingers clawing through her brain for information. It's still an intrusion either way but she places that aside in light of what appears to be his earnest apology and the fact that he's stopped. Either way her smile doesn't falter. "He's my son," she explains, which feels weird to say knowing that Charles knows him as an adult, but hey, temporal weirdness.
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Obviously. Not what Charles was expecting, judging by raised eyebrows. But he isn't entirely without the ability to adapt. "Disparate timelines being what they are, I suppose it isn't too much of a compliment that I expected you'd say sister," is slanted towards attempted charming.
And he is already wondering where she fits in, then, to what is apparently the unfolding magical soap opera. (The 60s did bring us all The Days of our Lives.) "You're absolutely free to take it as one regardless."
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"He was only a year old for me before I arrived, but I'll take the compliment anyway." Her smile doesn't falter, though mentioning the disparity aloud makes her curl inward mentally, just a little. "It's strange to see him grown, if I'm being honest."