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Moira fell asleep in her own bed, after performing her usual ritual of checking and double-checking the perimeters around her cottage. She remembers having a glass of wine and some mint ice cream before curling up with a childhood favorite, some Gothic fairy tale in the realm of one of the Bronte sisters. For once in this long, hellish month, she managed to find some peace, for both herself and the world at large, even if she had danced with James Thornton, and not entirely hated it.
She should have known it was too good to last.
When she awakens, her head is throbbing, her vision blurred, and her sheets beneath her have transformed into brittle, harsh ground. The air is suddenly cold and harsh, and as she moves about to get her bearings, she realizes she is not alone. She sits up, struck by the fact that she appears to be worlds away from her cottage, and when she turns her head just so, she finds James Thornton laid out beside her. Her chest tightens with fear as she focuses in more thoroughly on her surroundings.
"Oh, motherfucker!" She exclaims loudly, reaching over and shaking James by the shoulder.
(OOC: Fun times! Moira and James are currently at a secret labyrinth somewhere, without David Bowie, unfortunately. Or maybe he is there, we just don't know.)
She should have known it was too good to last.
When she awakens, her head is throbbing, her vision blurred, and her sheets beneath her have transformed into brittle, harsh ground. The air is suddenly cold and harsh, and as she moves about to get her bearings, she realizes she is not alone. She sits up, struck by the fact that she appears to be worlds away from her cottage, and when she turns her head just so, she finds James Thornton laid out beside her. Her chest tightens with fear as she focuses in more thoroughly on her surroundings.
"Oh, motherfucker!" She exclaims loudly, reaching over and shaking James by the shoulder.
(OOC: Fun times! Moira and James are currently at a secret labyrinth somewhere, without David Bowie, unfortunately. Or maybe he is there, we just don't know.)
