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[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[At a great big old wooden desk, that is suddenly appearing on the Plane, sits Dorothy. And she looks... well, sort of miserable, actually! That's different!

She's shuffling papers around at the desk, trying to sort them into piles and make sense out of the mess in front of her. It does not appear to be going well. Also on the desk are a large lamp (Tiffany?), a sprout of some sort of unidentifiable plant in a flowerpot, and a cold sandwich with one bite taken out of it. The sandwich-- roast beef on rye-- looks like it's been there for a while.

After a few minutes, she puts her head in her hands and just sighs. She could use a little help, maybe. Or just a distraction. Or a drink. Whatever!]

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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[someone else could use a distraction, too, so have a Handy messing with the things on your desk]

Everything all right?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[she's a little startled by the voice-- clearly she was off in her own world, which honestly shouldn't shock anybody-- but she gives Handy a thin little smile in response. If she doesn't answer the question, then she doesn't have to say! Hooray!]

I've got something for you.

[She pushes the flowerpot towards him on the desk.]

Guess what that is?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[puts down the trinket he was playing with]

For me? Really?

[he examines the flowerpot, and he smiles a little, uncertainly]

It's a book, isn't it?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Henry. [She rolls her eyes and sits back in her chair]

It's a lunchbox tree. Well, it will be, given enough water, sunlight, and tender loving care.

[She tilts her head, looking him over]

Thought for sure you'd get it right away. You must be distracted. What's up?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[sits on an unoccupied corner of the desk, looking the plant over now, smiling]

Is it? Oh, that's brilliant.

[looks over at Dorothy, grinning]

Thank you.

[and then frowns]

Didn't you say something about magical soil before? Will it be able to grow if it's not in Oz?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Enter growed-up Henrietta with her perpetual pint of ice cream. By way of greeting,] All right, Dorothy?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[She looks up-- and doesn't really recognize her! But the girl seems to know her name, so.]

Hello. [blink.] You have ice cream.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[...oookay.] Yeah. What're you doing?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[...crap.] Paperwork. Sorry, do I know you?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

...bloody hell, it's everyone, isn't is?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[Theta knows that look, and sympathises mightily; it takes him only a moment to decide a course of action, and then he's gone

and then he's back, holding two steaming mugs of hot chocolate and striding forward]

Hello. Looks like you could use a distraction.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[blink! She didn't really notice he was there until he started speaking-- but she smiles exhaustedly when she does]

You have no idea. Whatcha got there?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[offers one] Cocoa?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[takes it gratefully] You're a treasure, thank you.

[she sips it and siiiiighs. So good~] Chocolate's magic, you know.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[warm smile] Don't hear that every day.

[raises his eyebrows] You think?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[And now there is a demon perching on the edge of your desk, Dorothy, where the plant was previously sitting. He's holding the pot in his lap (he likes plants) and looking back at her.]

Rough day?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[blink! She didn't uh, see him show up. But now he's there, so... well, she'll just have to deal with that.]

You don't know the half of it.

[And she's watching him holding the plant, because BE CAREFUL WITH THAT o_o]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[See? He's fabulous at being distracting :) ]

[Noticing Dorothy's gaze, he chuckles.]

I won't drop it, you can relax.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Good. It's a gift for somebody. He likes trees.

[Which is apparently what's in the flowerpot! Aww, nice. Although she's still looking at it (and Crowley) sideways, as if she's ready to jump over the table and rescue it from smashing against the ground at any moment.]

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

Never thought I'd see you and paperwork in the same room.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[She looks up-- oh! She gives him a thin, weary smile.]

Well, you know what they say, needs must, an' all that. I'm terrible at this stuff, but Uncle Henry needed the help, so. [Shrug.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Jumps up to sniff at the tree.]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Oh! Hello, again!

[Animals make Dorothy happy. Even when they're on the desk, sniffing at her plant. She reaches out to pet Cy, because... that is what one does to cats.]

Promised you a pie, didn't I?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Hi-ho. [Attempts to eat a leaf] Pie? In the sky? Would you like whipped clouds with that?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Oh-- please don't eat that. It's a present for a friend of mine!

Well, I think it was chicken pot pie, if I remember right.