Renee / Ry - Tarot reading - PG

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It wasn't long after their LJ conversation that Ry had shown up at Renee's house, ready for the Tarot reading. It seemed a little strange to be doing this, as Renee led him up to her room. The altar had been prepared with candles and incense, Aleister Crowley's Thoth deck sitting ready on its silk in the centre.

( Tarot reading )

Renee / Ry - Tarot reading - PG

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It wasn't long after their LJ conversation that Ry had shown up at Renee's house, ready for the Tarot reading. It seemed a little strange to be doing this, as Renee led him up to her room. The altar had been prepared with candles and incense, Aleister Crowley's Thoth deck sitting ready on its silk in the centre.

( Tarot reading )

Ry/Slink coming home; PG

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Ry came from his shower feeling cleaned and refreshed like he hadn't done in... too many days now. Towels at Jocelin's house had a way of just not getting washed, and so once washed and cleaned in the shower over there - unless you chose to drip-dry after - you went straight back to being dirty again.

He'd almost be better off at Del's house next time he needed some time and space away; braving the old aunt in the process - ( if she even allowed him to stay over there. )

Ry/Slink coming home; PG

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Ry came from his shower feeling cleaned and refreshed like he hadn't done in... too many days now. Towels at Jocelin's house had a way of just not getting washed, and so once washed and cleaned in the shower over there - unless you chose to drip-dry after - you went straight back to being dirty again.

He'd almost be better off at Del's house next time he needed some time and space away; braving the old aunt in the process - ( if she even allowed him to stay over there. )

Phone call; Stephie and Father Peter. Later, Ry, rating: PG13

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It was Sunday morning, just after eleven, and Stephie was on a mission. She sat on the end of her bed, wrapped in a blanket to ward off the cold. The cordless phone sat in her lap and she was twisting the peice of paper with Father Peter's phone number on her hands till it was completely crinkled. Her nerves were set to overpower her, but the anxiety of not knowing if she was healthy or not had been building and building, exponintially this past week and she'd come to the firm conclusion that knowing was better than wondering.

Well, perhaps the conclusion wasn't quite so firm as she wished, because her stomach was all in knots. She'd decided last night that she did want to go by herself; she wanted to be alone to deal with bad news, needed time to process it before sharing it with Ry and the others. Even though she was certain of Ry's support, she didn't want him there- didn't want anyone there. She'd slept in his bed last night while he was at Jocelin's- hey, he'd offered, and there was a kind of confort in it.

But now... now she swallowed all her nerves and smoothed out the peice of paper, then, with every scrap of determination in her she punched in Father Peter's phone number, counting the rings while she waited.

( Getting help )

Phone call; Stephie and Father Peter. Later, Ry, rating: PG13

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It was Sunday morning, just after eleven, and Stephie was on a mission. She sat on the end of her bed, wrapped in a blanket to ward off the cold. The cordless phone sat in her lap and she was twisting the peice of paper with Father Peter's phone number on her hands till it was completely crinkled. Her nerves were set to overpower her, but the anxiety of not knowing if she was healthy or not had been building and building, exponintially this past week and she'd come to the firm conclusion that knowing was better than wondering.

Well, perhaps the conclusion wasn't quite so firm as she wished, because her stomach was all in knots. She'd decided last night that she did want to go by herself; she wanted to be alone to deal with bad news, needed time to process it before sharing it with Ry and the others. Even though she was certain of Ry's support, she didn't want him there- didn't want anyone there. She'd slept in his bed last night while he was at Jocelin's- hey, he'd offered, and there was a kind of confort in it.

But now... now she swallowed all her nerves and smoothed out the peice of paper, then, with every scrap of determination in her she punched in Father Peter's phone number, counting the rings while she waited.

( Getting help )

Pierre / Kait / Scarlett - Back in London - G

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Pierre stepped off the chunnel train, dragging two heavy suitcases behind him. Like last time, the arrival was pretty anticlimactic. The first time, he had expected to step off the train and smell some sort of majestic scent that he could forever label as England. Instead, he just got exactly the same bloody train station smell. Except a little more damp and unpleasant.

( Back in town )

Pierre / Kait / Scarlett - Back in London - G

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Pierre stepped off the chunnel train, dragging two heavy suitcases behind him. Like last time, the arrival was pretty anticlimactic. The first time, he had expected to step off the train and smell some sort of majestic scent that he could forever label as England. Instead, he just got exactly the same bloody train station smell. Except a little more damp and unpleasant.

( Back in town )