Dossier Twenty-six

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Here is Henrietta. Henrietta brought Crowley's bathroom. She is in a nightgown.

She is also stuck on a towel hook.

Why is she stuck on a towel hook? Because she has a pair of enormous--or rather, proportional--dove-gray wings curving out of her back. And one of them is caught on the towel hook.

She winces.]

Oh... This is bad, I think.


[[Bwahaha, experiment start. Henrietta is now an angel. |D ]]

Comments

[exensis.livejournal.com]

[smiles, not really bothering to hide his amusement] They tend to that; you can control them actually, if you focus.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Attempts it and manages to get them to respond, fractionally, though it takes a great deal of shoulder-wriggling to do so]

[exensis.livejournal.com]

Think of it as moving a muscle you didn't know was there. It also takes a bit of practice.

More importantly, though, why do you have wings Henrietta?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Tries a bit more, even getting them to flap a bit--until she hears that last bit and then it's back to wibbling. She puts her face in her hands.] I don't know!

[exensis.livejournal.com]

[fjkadhfk Azi is not good with crying] H-henrietta, what's wrong-?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

How did this happen? [WIBBLE] I even broke Signore Crowley's mirror.