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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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[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?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

...Pardon?

[Oh, she's lost.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Salutes with the spoon.] It's okay, Hei didn't know me, and my dad forgot he was my dad.

Henrietta, nice to meet you. Again.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[...!!]

Henrietta! ...You got bigger. And British.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I didn't get British. [She is mildly confused, but only mildly.]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Well, you didn't use to be.

[....pause]

How's your hand?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

My hand? [Now she's very confused.]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Last time I saw you, you were... smaller. And your hand was missing.

[......blink.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Sure you weren't dreaming?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Positive.

I only dream about normal things.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Raised eyebrow] Well that's boring.

And you must've been. [Wriggles her fingers at Dorothy.] All accounted for.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Compared to the rest of my life, it's a vacation.

[frowning at Henrietta's hands] You said you were getting a new one.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Getting a new hand. [She sounds incredulous.] Well, dad probably could do it, but I'd remember something like that.