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isleofavalon2021-10-05 09:48 am
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[OPEN] the stuff of montages
🧙 WHO: Cecelia Ardenbury, OPEN
⚔️️ WHAT: A space for magical training/assessment and the viewing of the Calamity (ref: network announcement)
🕒 WHEN: Oct
🗺️ WHERE: The Ambassador office (Camelot), Red Spring, End of the World
⚠️ WARNINGS: In subject headers as needed
SIGN IN HERE is written just above the lines of names and dates of previous visits.
There is a small table setting by the window on the opposite side, where tea is still piping hot and waiting - just in case anyone is inclined to it. Miss Ardenbury prefers spiced, robust dark brews to anything light or floral, so novice tea tongues beware.
Where once was an empty wall is now a length of engineer's drafting paper, and upon it is the sketching of two views: One, the top-down topography of the calamitous end of the world; the other being a more man's-eye view of the location. There are a few representations of the fluctuating starburst in the sky as well, alongside some peculiar, indecipherable shorthand notes in small, neat lettering.
Miss Ardenbury herself sits at an oak desk further in amongst her stack of borrowed books and personal journals, likely still scratching away or having herself some of that tea. She doesn't even look up right away to greet - the bell was signal enough for her to call:
"Do be sure to sign in, thank you. What business do you have here today?"
⚔️️ WHAT: A space for magical training/assessment and the viewing of the Calamity (ref: network announcement)
🕒 WHEN: Oct
🗺️ WHERE: The Ambassador office (Camelot), Red Spring, End of the World
⚠️ WARNINGS: In subject headers as needed
SIGN IN HERE is written just above the lines of names and dates of previous visits.
There is a small table setting by the window on the opposite side, where tea is still piping hot and waiting - just in case anyone is inclined to it. Miss Ardenbury prefers spiced, robust dark brews to anything light or floral, so novice tea tongues beware.
Where once was an empty wall is now a length of engineer's drafting paper, and upon it is the sketching of two views: One, the top-down topography of the calamitous end of the world; the other being a more man's-eye view of the location. There are a few representations of the fluctuating starburst in the sky as well, alongside some peculiar, indecipherable shorthand notes in small, neat lettering.
Miss Ardenbury herself sits at an oak desk further in amongst her stack of borrowed books and personal journals, likely still scratching away or having herself some of that tea. She doesn't even look up right away to greet - the bell was signal enough for her to call:
"Do be sure to sign in, thank you. What business do you have here today?"
no subject
This man has no self-preservation.
no subject
"If you can confirm with more certainty I've done you no lingering damage, then I'll agree to continue these...exercises." She shakes her head a little, starting to mutter to herself: "It needs documentation anyway, for better or worse."
no subject
"Very well. We shall continue this another day."
...He'll have to find a Healer, then.
no subject
She nods her approval, doing a brief check of her hands and taking stock of her stamina. It...really didn't take much out of her in the long run - not like the transport bangle for the calamity. She's not sure if she should be pleased by that, however.
"You've a Camelot totem, yes?"
no subject
"No, for I have business in the Red Springs."
What that business is, he doesn't clarify.
no subject
Gads.
"I'll leave you to it, then," she replies curtly, refusing to reveal any of her annoyance, instead opting to politely nod and excuse herself to go...find a stupid horse...