Open RP post for Maggie Garcia

[talesuntold]

Because we chose to tell the truth
(The cool of age, the rage of youth)
And stand against the lies of old
(The whispers soft, the tales untold)
We find ourselves the walking dead
(The loves unkept, the words unsaid)
And in the crypt of all we've known
(The broken blade, the breaking stone)
We know that we were in the right
(The coming dawn, the ending night).
So here is where we stop the lies.
The time is come. We have to Rise.

—From Dandelion Mine, the blog of Magdalene Grace Garcia, August 7, 2041.

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[notawaterfall]

Dorena laughs happily. "It's been awhile since anyone has lured me anywhere. I might not recognize it anymore."

She accepts her plate eagerly. "So, Thirteen Ghosts? Ghost Ship? Too new?"

[talesuntold]

Maggie grins. That's an excellent laugh. Better than she remembers, possibly because Dorena is happier than she remembers. "Well, then I'll just have to be very clear about it. And to do it more than once, so that you can re-acclimate yourself."

"Oh, I don't know, I think we can let them slide at 35 years old. Every horror movie is classic by now." Because they don't make them anymore. "We could watch both, unless you're in a hurry to get anywhere."

[notawaterfall]

"No hurrying here," Dorena shook her head, smiling. "Both is good."

She hopped up on her toes and gave Maggie a quick kiss on the cheek in passing.

(OOC: Stop here and pick up elsewhere?)