Constellation 08

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[There are several piles of snow on the Plane today. There's enough of it to cover a small section of the 'floor' in it, as well as scatterings here and there. Arthur is sitting in the middle of it, dressed appropriately for the cold, at least, with a heavy winter jacket and large snow boots. His cheeks are a bright red, though whether this is because of the cold or the scotch currently being filtered by his body is anyone's guess.

There are tuffs of snow on his hair and clothes, but these are ignored in favor of the drawing in the snow he seems to be working on at the moment. Equations, to be exact] 
[Experiment start, as well~]

Comments

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

Madame the Pompadour? We had a lecture on you, once, during my years in the University.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[that has yet to cease to be disconcerting]

Hopefully it was not terribly dull.

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

Oh, not at all. The proffessor was a brilliant speaker.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[that actually a brief smile]

It is still quite strange to hear, all the same.

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

Isn't it? It's always strange to hear that people will remember you later on.