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sixthiteration) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-06-30 04:00 pm
Entry tags:
- !arrival post,
- asoiaf: jon snow,
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- martian: mark watney,
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- marvel: sam wilson,
- ouat: emma swan,
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July Arrivals
WHO: Arrivals
WHERE: The fountain park
WHEN: July 1, 12:00 PM
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: CLOSED
In the snug circle of an old park, a fountain sits burbling beneath a broad, midday sky.
Once-neat paving stones have buckled and cracked from the slow nudge of wayward roots. Benches stand covered in lichen and rust. Three paths push into the underbrush like the spokes on a wheel, the encroaching forest creating lush tunnels through the dark.
But the fountain stands singular and pristine, brightly splashing in open rebellion of the deep, muffled sounds of a place long ago gone to seed. A vibration hums through the ground, there and quickly gone, and the water in the fountain trembles, lapping against the high walls of its cool, pale reservoir.
It is the first of July.
It is precisely twelve o'clock in the afternoon.
WHERE: The fountain park
WHEN: July 1, 12:00 PM
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: CLOSED
In the snug circle of an old park, a fountain sits burbling beneath a broad, midday sky.
Once-neat paving stones have buckled and cracked from the slow nudge of wayward roots. Benches stand covered in lichen and rust. Three paths push into the underbrush like the spokes on a wheel, the encroaching forest creating lush tunnels through the dark.
But the fountain stands singular and pristine, brightly splashing in open rebellion of the deep, muffled sounds of a place long ago gone to seed. A vibration hums through the ground, there and quickly gone, and the water in the fountain trembles, lapping against the high walls of its cool, pale reservoir.
It is the first of July.
It is precisely twelve o'clock in the afternoon.
Re: Arrival: Emma Swan
"I don't know what titles you hold, if any, so it felt better to just...be safe. What would you prefer that I call you?"
Jon had never been entirely comfortable with women and certainly not beautiful women. He'd always been the bastard, the boy in the shadows, and then he'd been part of the Night's Watch and sworn to have no woman. Now he found himself in a new place entirely.
Re: Arrival: Emma Swan
"Emma works, but I'm sorry. It isn't my place to dictate what you should call me. I just have issues with my family, but that's not on you," Emma sighed softly. "I'm not really comfortable with who my parents are, you understand?"
Re: Arrival: Emma Swan
"I could never fault a lady for being uncomfortable with someone she's just met, either, so it's all right. It's nice to meet you, Emma. Truly."