Dossier Eight

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[The swings seem to be the location of voice for upset little girls. Henrietta is kicking her feet absently, her violin case sitting, as it always does, close at hand. She pushes herself off a little, sees a constellation between her shoes.]

Orion...

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[ghostlighter]

[Still kind of dlkfhsdkflnds over the whole.. accidentally.. poisoning someone.. thing, but oh well!]

Henrietta?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Looks up in surprise, and then back down.] Hello, Chris.

[ghostlighter]

[Frowns and moves over, leaning against the frame of the swing set.] Something going on?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

...Signore Jose and I have to go on a mission with the Elsa and Signore Luaro fratello.

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

[Yuuto just happens to be passing by.]

Taurus is above your head.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Looking up!] Ah! Which one?

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

That one. [points]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Smiles at it.] Taurus... A bull? What's that one's story?

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[Martha sits down on the swing next to Henrietta's] I've been there, you know.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

To Orion? Really? I thought it was all stars.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[her mun is assuming that the Eye of Orion is in the vicinity, anyway...] I went to the Eye of Orion - a planet orbiting one of the stars.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

What's it like? Are there people there?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

Is... Anything wrong?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Hesitant little smile.] Signorina Juni... No, not really. I have to do a mi... I have to do something with people that aren't very nice.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Faint smile] Do you absolutely have to?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Nodnod]

[lamb_of_gold]

What troubles you, little one?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Swings a little] Hello, Signore Mu. I... have to do something with a person I don't like.

[lamb_of_gold]

Oh? Define dislike?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[quietly, from behind the swing]

The Hunter.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[EEP. She, nearly-but-not-quite falls off the swing.] Ah... Hello, Signore Doctor.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[oh dear! attempts to help steady her] Hello, Henrietta. You can just call me Doctor, if you like.

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

[Rests a hand against one of the legs of the swingset.] What is this thing?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Ah, it's a swing set.

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

What does it do?