To Narn...err, Andalasia!
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wrfmlogsarchiveWho: Rox, Emmy, Ria, Jenn, Greta, Crystal, anyone else going on the Narnia trip, and THEN the Andalasia trip people. Yes, we will kidnap you.
What: Getting ready to take off, and then yay Narnia times?
When: Yesterday, August 12th, around noon.
Where: Wherever Greta keeps her ship.
Status: In Progress.
BIG IMPORTANT EDIT GUYS: This is going to evolve into an Andalasia trip log. Also changed the date so that it makes sense for it to be an Andalasia trip log.
asdkflhsdj I'm so sorry guys.
Everything was ready. Rox had double, triple, and quadruple-checked every single thing that they were bringing. She was ready, as ready as she could be, and that scared her. Her confidence only made her more certain that she had forgotten something, that there was something she hadn't thought of, that she really couldn't do this and shouldn't have suggested it and...
...especially now. Now when there were things going on, when they had a potential genuine lead, when there were so many things that they could be doing that were less likely to just be a waste of time. Sure, the information from Rak may very well have not been reliable, but it was more solid then 'oh, let's just go hang around Narnia for a few days and maybe we'll meet mister Giant Lion Jesus!'
She really hoped someone showed up soon, because she didn't want to think about anything beyond what was actually going on. Not Star Market, not Calum, not Rak, not Ray, because god, WHY didn't she make more of a fuss when Ray didn't come home? It happened occasionally, sure, but never so abruptly and...she knew better. She fucking knew better.
Finally she sat down near the door of the ship, folding her knees and resting her head on her arms. She sighed, and then simply tried to focus on breathing. She was being obsessive and nervous and silly about problems that she just couldn't solve, when she knew calming down would yield the best results.
I'm acting like my mother. she thought, laughing a little.
I hope they get here soon.
What: Getting ready to take off, and then yay Narnia times?
When: Yesterday, August 12th, around noon.
Where: Wherever Greta keeps her ship.
Status: In Progress.
BIG IMPORTANT EDIT GUYS: This is going to evolve into an Andalasia trip log. Also changed the date so that it makes sense for it to be an Andalasia trip log.
asdkflhsdj I'm so sorry guys.
Everything was ready. Rox had double, triple, and quadruple-checked every single thing that they were bringing. She was ready, as ready as she could be, and that scared her. Her confidence only made her more certain that she had forgotten something, that there was something she hadn't thought of, that she really couldn't do this and shouldn't have suggested it and...
...especially now. Now when there were things going on, when they had a potential genuine lead, when there were so many things that they could be doing that were less likely to just be a waste of time. Sure, the information from Rak may very well have not been reliable, but it was more solid then 'oh, let's just go hang around Narnia for a few days and maybe we'll meet mister Giant Lion Jesus!'
She really hoped someone showed up soon, because she didn't want to think about anything beyond what was actually going on. Not Star Market, not Calum, not Rak, not Ray, because god, WHY didn't she make more of a fuss when Ray didn't come home? It happened occasionally, sure, but never so abruptly and...she knew better. She fucking knew better.
Finally she sat down near the door of the ship, folding her knees and resting her head on her arms. She sighed, and then simply tried to focus on breathing. She was being obsessive and nervous and silly about problems that she just couldn't solve, when she knew calming down would yield the best results.
I'm acting like my mother. she thought, laughing a little.
I hope they get here soon.
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Date: 2009-08-16 09:55 pm (UTC)She had to admit she was curious about the...er...sparkles everyone seemed to get so frustrated over.