Eigth Wind [Action + Phone]

[bantorain]

-Virginia is coming off of her droning as if waking from a long long nap. She doesn't pay mind to the fact that her house if full of drones at the moment. In fact, they seem to just leave tired mommy alone as she stumbles about in the house. As if to confirm to herself that she was, in fact, still in mayfield, she steps outside in the shining evening sun. The heat, even amongst the slight chilly wind, is familiar to her. It almost felt like the desert for a moment. In fact, she could swear she just heard the sound of Quicksilver snorting.

... And again...

Wait... There's a white horse... grazing on the daffodils she tried so hard to plant.

Her scream is loud enough to startle Quicksilver and just about anyone in ear shot.-



-Sometime later, over the phones-

...

Erm...

...

Um, does anyone want to help me convert the garage into a stable? My horse is here and she needs somewhere to stay.

Comments

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

I'll help ya out. We should probably start by cleaning out the garage first.

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Way ahead of you! I moved out the automobile already!

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Is there anythin' else that needs to get moved?

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

There's a lot of junk in here.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Yeah, starting with that, definitely.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[From indoors, Lucas seems to dimly hear something. He opens his blinds. Oh hey look a horse next door.

. . . ]

Miss Virginia! Is something wrong?!

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

N-not... really?

What is my horse doing here?!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I'm going to guess you got it back as a regain! . . . Hold on a minute.

[It takes only a few seconds before Lucas, wrapped up in coat and scarf, comes out the front door.]

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

-Her poor daffodils... but Slow Dancer!-

... I'm gonna need a stable.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas, in the meantime, has made a beeline for the horsie. Having been born and raised on a farm, he knows how to deal with animals well enough.]

She's really beautiful . . . Maybe you can keep her in there until you can build one?

[He gestures towards the garage.]

[grand-theft-moe.livejournal.com]

I have some experience with horses. I could help.

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

I'd like any help I can get.

[grand-theft-moe.livejournal.com]

What is your name, miss, and where might I find you?

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Virginia Maxwell. I'm living at 847 Goldberg.

[grand-theft-moe.livejournal.com]

When might be a good time to come?

[Action]

[nameofexorcist.livejournal.com]

[He happens to be in the area and comes over when Virginia screams]

What happened?

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Slow Dancer! She's here!

[nameofexorcist.livejournal.com]

[And he notices the horse nearby]

...A horse?

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Not just any horse. MY horse!

[nameofexorcist.livejournal.com]

Mayfield returned Slow Dancer to you from Filgaia?

[avengesthesky.livejournal.com]

I'd be happy to help you, Virginia.

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Thanks a lot, Hope. I'm going to need all the help I can get.

[avengesthesky.livejournal.com]

It's no problem. I'll be over soon then.

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

I'll be in the garage cleaning up!

[avengesthesky.livejournal.com]

Okay! ( and he'll hang up, showing up sometime later and peeking into the garage with a small way. ) ... Hi, um, glad to see you're back to normal.