Dossier Thirty-Four

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[A girl appears in the Astral kitchen, apparently quite comfortable there. She looks around and makes a face, crosses to the freezer and rummages around until she finds a pint of chocolate ice cream. One spoon and discarded plastic seal later, she's leaning against the counter and digging in.]

Daaaad. God, you're not arseholed again, I hope. [Her accent is posh and British. The last part is muttered. Then, just in case he's around to hear,] You know, she's not going to leave you alone about chaperoning forever! The woman's obsessed. And hiding here won't make her go away.



[[Experiment start]]

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1/?

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[Oh look, someone new in the kitchen—]

2/?

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[...wait.]

3/?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[No. No way. There's no bloody way.]

4/4 DONE

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

...Henrietta?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[SIGH] There you are. [She digs into the pocket of her jacket, which bears the logo of the Francis Holland School. She pulls out a crumpled flier and hands it to him.] She said if you can't come to this meeting she'll stop by the flat. With dinner.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[lkjsdflk SOMETHING IS VERY, VERY WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE.]

[...unfortunately Crowley's brain is not handling this very well, so he is going to look down at the flyer to buy himself time to think of what to say.]

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[Henrietta, meanwhile, applies herself to the ice cream.] You could always miracle yourself a cast on the day of. That way she won't be able to flutter over you and you won't have to come.

And I won't have to peel my friends away from staring at your bogeys all night.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[All right, this is an experiment. It's one of those kind of experiments, and who knows how long it's going to last.]

[He's a father. Er. Sort of.]

[...bugger.]

Right. Er. [clears his throat a bit] I don't suppose pleading business is going to work, is it?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

With me or with her? [She licks the spoon.] Because if you don't get your finger out and go talk to her you'll be needing the cast anyway. The way she fawns. [Eyeroll.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[...she's sarcastic, and sort of rude.]

[Hey, at least he raised her right.]

I suppose I'll be going to the meeting then, won't I? [he tucks the flyer into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, then gives the older Henrietta a considering look]

What time is it, anyway?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[A slight groan.] Half six. How early did you start?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Well at least she isn't eating ice cream for breakfast, then. :|]

I...I dunno. [he shakes his head] It's...been a confusing sort of day.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She pokes at the ice cream, glaring.] You're like a university sprog.

[Not that she would REALLY know, but THAT IS HARDLY THE POINT.]

[contract_star]

[Hey that girl looks familiar.] Hello.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Wotcher, Hei. Have you seen my da around?

[contract_star]

...

...Sorry, what?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Slurps at the ice cream.] My dad. He's not at the flat.

1/2

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Wait...do I kn--

[Oh my god.]

2/2

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Henrietta?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Giving him a funny look now.] Are you bladdered or something?

[contract_star]

What? No. I don't think so? You're--and your hand--and ice cream?

Wait--your dad?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Yup. Totally knackered.] What I do with my hands is my business. [She figures he won't remember this in the morning anyway. :|a ] Have you seen him?

[contract_star]

[Tries to collect himself for a moment so he can figure this out.]

This is going to sound very stupid, but would you mind reminding me who your dad is?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Raised eyebrow.] How about I give you a hint?

[contract_star]

...That should work.