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Oct. 5th, 2008 04:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sunnydalealumJust keep an eye on that card every now and then, he said. You'll know where to go when the time's right.
Beth's entirely aware that probably means it's magic. Which means there's any number of other things it could be doing. Which means she seriously considers not taking it home with her, in case it could be used to track her -- but the only other place she could keep it is at the shelter, and she won't do that. It'd endanger everybody else there, the ones who come in for food, the ones who work there, Peter --
She won't, that's all.
So she sticks it to the fridge with the same magnet Spike left for her back in May, and that's where it is the Monday after Thanksgiving, when she sees that it's changed. There's an address there now, in that same elegant typeface, like it's been there all along.
Aequitas. She's looked it up. Latin for justice.
It's with a certain sense of fatalism that she steps off the bus a block from the address on the card, five days later, and walks toward the building.
(It's also with the same black wig she wore that night, as a sole concession to paranoia.)
Beth's entirely aware that probably means it's magic. Which means there's any number of other things it could be doing. Which means she seriously considers not taking it home with her, in case it could be used to track her -- but the only other place she could keep it is at the shelter, and she won't do that. It'd endanger everybody else there, the ones who come in for food, the ones who work there, Peter --
She won't, that's all.
So she sticks it to the fridge with the same magnet Spike left for her back in May, and that's where it is the Monday after Thanksgiving, when she sees that it's changed. There's an address there now, in that same elegant typeface, like it's been there all along.
Aequitas. She's looked it up. Latin for justice.
It's with a certain sense of fatalism that she steps off the bus a block from the address on the card, five days later, and walks toward the building.
(It's also with the same black wig she wore that night, as a sole concession to paranoia.)
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Date: 2008-12-02 09:52 pm (UTC)Lorne watches as Angus gets in the driver's seat, giving Emma a small wave as the car disappears into the wee hours of the night. It's still dark outside, and truth be told, he would've preferred it if the sun was up if only to be sure the blood suckers wouldn't be able to track her.
But as many of them as there is, it isn't a demon's world, and sunshine is a whole lot more dangerous to Lorne and his fellow not-stealthies than UV rays could ever be.
It's been a long time since he went outside in the daylight hours. He's long since stopped believing in the goodness of Man. And yet, he's starting to trust Emma. But that is still a secret, and he's grown very good at keeping those.
That's all, folks. Until next time.