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entrancelogs2016-04-27 08:16 pm
morework) wrote in entrancelogs2016-04-27 08:16 pm
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[CLOSED] Sexy, but not like we're trying to.
Who: Cullen Rutherford (morework) & Evelyn O'Connell (nascensibility)
Where: The kitchen
When: Wednesday, April 27
Rating: PG/PG-13
Summary: Cullen meets new technologies and old Wonderland inhabitants. Also, a dog. Most importantly a dog.
The Story:
He picks up the torn paper from the floor. Someone must have discarded it, small wonder. Guidelines on how to settle into his new prison are the last thing he would have wanted to receive upon his arrival. Now? The writing tells him little he's not discovered already, but...
Cullen stands in the kitchen, only minutes later. He's been here before, but not yet thought to disturb the unfamiliar devices. He runs a hand over the stove, cool underneath his glove. He imagines the dials on the side must activate its function somehow. He opens the door to the refrigerator instead, and cold air washes over him. He wonders if ice is stored somewhere he can't see, if it functions similarly to the cooled basements some mansions employ. Some enchantment or ambient spell he can't detect? Or-- Cullen eyes the microwave with a challenging look, and takes off his metal vambrace.
morework) & Evelyn O'Connell (nascensibility)Where: The kitchen
When: Wednesday, April 27
Rating: PG/PG-13
Summary: Cullen meets new technologies and old Wonderland inhabitants. Also, a dog. Most importantly a dog.
The Story:
He picks up the torn paper from the floor. Someone must have discarded it, small wonder. Guidelines on how to settle into his new prison are the last thing he would have wanted to receive upon his arrival. Now? The writing tells him little he's not discovered already, but...
Cullen stands in the kitchen, only minutes later. He's been here before, but not yet thought to disturb the unfamiliar devices. He runs a hand over the stove, cool underneath his glove. He imagines the dials on the side must activate its function somehow. He opens the door to the refrigerator instead, and cold air washes over him. He wonders if ice is stored somewhere he can't see, if it functions similarly to the cooled basements some mansions employ. Some enchantment or ambient spell he can't detect? Or-- Cullen eyes the microwave with a challenging look, and takes off his metal vambrace.