Dossier Eleven

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Here's a Henrietta, wrapped up in a blanket with her violin case sitting in her lap. She's in the woods, in that little spot where she found lampflowers when Chris took her flying. The blanket is pulled right up over her head and hides most of her face. She's singing softly in German.]

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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley wanders over, hands in the pockets of his slacks, one eyebrow raised]

...Henrietta? Is that you?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She pokes her head out from under the blanket, revealing the characteristic little while earbuds.] Ah, hello Signore.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[a grin]

Figured most of it out already, have you?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Pulling out the earbuds now] I think so.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Good, good. Have you found anything you like on there?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[a Doctor will be making his way over, crouching down beside her]

. . . Ah? What's this, a blanket heap?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Pokes her head out from under the blanket. No, it is a Henrietta turtle. Listening to an iPod.]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Well! My mistake. [he smiles and waves] Hullo there, Henrietta.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[The blanket turtle waves back.] Hello, Doctor.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

What's that you're listening to?

[contract_star]

[You might notice that Hei looks a bit sick.]

...Henrietta?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Signore? Are you okay? [Peering out from under the blanket]

[contract_star]

Ah...I just caught a cold is all.

What about you?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I finished a mission. And I'm listening to the iProd. Pod. iPod.

[contract_star]

[Sits down next to her.] How did the mission go?

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

Henrietta? You alright?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Peering out at you, Toph] Hello, signorina. I'm all right.

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

You sure? How come you're hiding, then?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I'm not hiding. [Is totally hiding]

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

I know you're lying.

[ghostlighter]

[Here, Henrietta, have a Chris. He's lurking nearby, and while he can't see your face... he sees the violin case. Not to mention he remembers the spot anyway.]

Henrietta?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Peeking out from under the blanket. She's listening to the iPod.] Hello.

[ghostlighter]

[Takes that as invitation and sits down nearby, not next to her, but facing her.] What's up?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Tugs the blanket over her face and mumbles something]

[ghostlighter]

... What was that?