♕ |[57]| she smoothes her hair with automatic hand

[had_not_lived]

[Accidental Video]

[There is a girl on your screen. She's not doing anything particularly interesting. With her chin propped up on a hand, she's reading a book, looking a little bit cross. She's wearing a collared white shirt, too big in some places and too small in others, the wrinkled sleeves rolled up to the elbow. And she's sitting at a counter in a dim space in what's probably a store, judging by the vague shapes of shelves in the background.

Those who frequent it might recognize the shop as a certain second-hand bookstore. Whether that's enough information to work out why the young lady looks so annoyed, though, is a different matter...]


[ooc; backdated to earlier today, replies from girls_at_welton ♥ open to action in the store, too!]

Comments

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[inmyothertights]

[He did not check the Network - so he's just floating in with a stack of papers]

Okay so I'm not 100% but at least I'm not dying anymore, but I had to sneak out so that Teddy wouldn't see and who are you?

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[girls-at-welton.livejournal.com]

[Neil stops short with kind of a deer-in-the-headlights look. It's one thing to boldly decide you're not going to let curses dictate your life, quite another to not be recognized. Flushing a little, he crosses his arms self-consciously.]

Um.

Cursed. It's me.

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[inmyothertights]

[He manages not to drop his boxes]

Holy-

Oh uh right.

Hi Neil.

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[girls-at-welton.livejournal.com]

Hi.

[Neil sighs, just a little, trying not to look uncomfortable. It doesn't entirely work.]

I figured-- well, I was supposed to open, it didn't seem like I couldn't, so...

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[habitformed.livejournal.com]

[ Mouse knows exactly who it is since he'd seen her at the kitchen table this morning and had had his appropriate freak-out then. Which, of course, only made him guilty after the fact.

So here's Mouse, pushing his way through the bookshop door, with a little paper bag of sorry I was a douche cookies of apology. He stands a little awkwardly in the doorway and lifts a sleeved hand to wave at Neil. ]

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[girls-at-welton.livejournal.com]

[Girl or not Neil manages a little smile for his roommate, leaning sideways against the counter.]

Hey, Mouse.

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[habitformed.livejournal.com]

[ He lifts the bag now, giving its contents a papery little shake before shuffling over and dropping said bounty onto the counter in front of him. ]

Gifts.

[ Mouse tries very hard not to stare and only half manages this successfully. ]

Okay?

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[girls-at-welton.livejournal.com]

[There's something disconcertingly similar in the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles now, even on a different face. They'll probably both be more comfortable if he ignores the half-staring, right? Right.]

You didn't have to do that.

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[prettymanly.livejournal.com]

Ah, excuse me, I think your device turned on by accident. [Girl Neil meet Boy Euphie.]

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[girls-at-welton.livejournal.com]

[Siigh. Neil picks it up with a little deepening of the frown, causing the picture to shake as he squints at it.]

Of course it did. They always do...

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[prettymanly.livejournal.com]

Yes. [Euphie notices the frowning but is missing whose device it is.]

Is everything all right?

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[girls-at-welton.livejournal.com]

[He gestures vaguely to himself, with a slight, resigned grimace.]

Cursed.

[And after a second, looking more closely...]

...Euphie?

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[brokemysmolder.livejournal.com]

You know, those lips of yours are too pretty to be frowning.

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[girls-at-welton.livejournal.com]

I... [oh god.] That's really not.. necessary... but thank you.

[He winces, very slightly, because ouch how do you politely turn down awkward compliments?]

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[brokemysmolder.livejournal.com]

[Sucks to be you, Neil. Flynn doesn't really know how to take a hint.]

I don't think I've seen you around before; I'd remember a face like yours. You been here long?

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[girls-at-welton.livejournal.com]

Are you cursed?

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[chessmastering.livejournal.com]

[And in walks a dapper young university student, backpack slung over one shoulder, with a confident yet carefully deadpan look on his face.]

Hello.

action;

[girls-at-welton.livejournal.com]

Hello,

[Neil answers, glancing up with a slightly weary but relatively friendly smile. After all, Rudy doesn't look so different.]

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[chessmastering.livejournal.com]

I'm a time-traveller here in search of Neil Perry. Presumably he still works here, unless my calculations are grossly incorrect.

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[girls-at-welton.livejournal.com]

Oh, he's here. He's just cursed. [Neil shifts a little.] What can I do for you?

[No change in emphasis there, this is probably the closest he'll come to having a bit of fun with this curse.]

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[jamie-wilson.livejournal.com]

[Taking a break from work, Wilson catches sight of this. He's seen his own female face enough to make an educated guess about the owner of this particular one.

Call it a gesture of solidarity that he turns his own video function on.]

... Neil?

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[girls-at-welton.livejournal.com]

[Whoa, that turns up the strangeness a little, doesn't it?]

Doctor Wilson?

[Voice]

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

[Staring at you.]

[Voice]

[girls-at-welton.livejournal.com]

[The faintest of faint sighs.]

[Voice]

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

Uh. Hey. Your device's on.