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Room 418, Lunchtimeish and onwards
Nov. 6th, 2006 01:50 pmDoor is writing a letter. Of sorts.
( de Carabas: )
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....yeah, right. Door snickers, trying to imagine him caring about that sort of thing, then writes on a small slip of paper.
( de Carabas: )
She shuts the piece of paper inside the compartment, slips a short, cryptic message about how to open it into the silver tube on the bird's leg, then opens the window. Opens the window, rather, reaching for the city-smell high above London instead of the salty air of Fandom Island. It's only a smaller door, after all; an opening is an opening, and it's certainly a big enough door for a pigeon to pass through.
//de Carabas// she says to it, cooing softly and stroking the top of its head from old habit, despite a mechanical bird presumably not caring about that sort of thing.
//Chimney!// it chirps in a tone half enthusiastic, half impatient, and flutters off into the air.
Door rather hopes that was a yes, as she closes the window again, then on a whim, opens it the regular way, letting in the fresh, cool island breeze.
[The door's closed, but the post's open!]
( de Carabas: )
__
....yeah, right. Door snickers, trying to imagine him caring about that sort of thing, then writes on a small slip of paper.
( de Carabas: )
She shuts the piece of paper inside the compartment, slips a short, cryptic message about how to open it into the silver tube on the bird's leg, then opens the window. Opens the window, rather, reaching for the city-smell high above London instead of the salty air of Fandom Island. It's only a smaller door, after all; an opening is an opening, and it's certainly a big enough door for a pigeon to pass through.
//de Carabas// she says to it, cooing softly and stroking the top of its head from old habit, despite a mechanical bird presumably not caring about that sort of thing.
//Chimney!// it chirps in a tone half enthusiastic, half impatient, and flutters off into the air.
Door rather hopes that was a yes, as she closes the window again, then on a whim, opens it the regular way, letting in the fresh, cool island breeze.
[The door's closed, but the post's open!]
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