At the edge of the park, midday

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

With a light *pop*, a middle-aged, slightly disheveled blonde appeared. She was holding a hot pink carpetbag and a wand in one hand, and a small notepad and bright green quill in the other.

"Well, bugger," she said softly, looking at her surroundings. "I wonder if I'm in the right spot."

She sighed very heavily, and upon seeing absolutely no one who looked even remotely useful to her, sat down unceremoniously on a bench and crossed her legs. She adjusted her glasses, and looked curiously around, keeping her wand at hand and her (at the moment, unmoving) quill and notepad on the bench beside her.


[ooc: So very open to anyone. Come bug her. Pun intended, if you know the fandom.]

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[replicarter.livejournal.com]

Eighth strolls by, looking vaguely irritated at the new arrival. Another blonde, nice, she muses.

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

Rita smiled at the blonde woman. It wasn't a particularly nice smile, really.

"Hello, there," she called out. "How are you? I was wondering if you could tell me where I am? My apparition skills are just a smidge rusty - I'm used to travelling in style, if you know what I mean - and I'm not entirely sure I'm in the right spot.

On the bench beside her, the quill had sprung to life, and was poised over the paper.

[replicarter.livejournal.com]

Eighth examines her closely and notes the wand, slightly non-human brightness about her, and the English accent. "You have apparated to Fandom, Ms...?"

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

"Fandom! Oh, perfect," Rita said delightedly. She didn't get up, but extended a hand out towards the other blonde. "I'm Rita Skeeter. It's a pleasure."

[replicarter.livejournal.com]

Eighth reached out to shake it politely. "Samantha Carter. Pleasure's all mine."

Either Before or After Eighth

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

After a long morning talking with House, Aziraphale heads back across town toward the shop. Spotting the blond woman sitting on the bench, he stops.

"Another new face in town," he muses. "Hmm."

Altering his course, he walks over toward the bench, stopping again a respectful distance from and smiling. "Good afternoon, my dear. Newly arrived?"

Re: Either Before or After Eighth

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

"Why, yes," Rita smiled. Again, not so much with it being an especially nice smile. "How are you? Lovely day, isn't it?"

Re: Either Before or After Eighth

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Oh, quite. Perfect weather for sitting in the park." Aziraphale smiles warmly (and his is a rather nice smile) and holds out his hand. "Welcome to Fandom, my dear. I'm Aziraphale. I do hope I'm not disturbing you."

Re: Either Before or After Eighth

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

Rita accepted his hand with her own rather large one and shook it. "Rita Skeeter. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Aziraphale. And you're not disturbing me in the slightest."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots, badly sunburned, scowling, and in dark sunglasses half fell out of his cab. With a glare at the cabbie, cab, and the world he pulled out his suitcase and swung JC on his shoulder and set off for the school. He was in such a good mood that he didn't notice the blonde woman sitting on the bench until after her rolled over her foot. "Oh, so sorry."

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

Rita clenched her teeth in a smile. "Perfectly all right, dear boy. Where are you off to?"

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Really, really, really sorry about that. Um, I'm a student. At the school? That's where I'm going back to, I live in the dorms. I'm Broots." He offered a sun-burned hand for a handshake.

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

Rita accepted his hand graciously, and the quill resumed zooming across the paper.

"Rita Skeeter. And you say you're a student?" One thin brow raised imperceptibly. "Any interest in journalism, by chance?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto was jogging through the park when she saw a woman with obviously bottle-blonde hair.

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

Rita was very busy inspecting her nails when the blonde girl passed. Her quill, however, began taking notes.

There seemed to be a surplus of fair-haired women in the quaint hamlet of Fandom, though none could hope to compare to the charms and grace of the esteemed and modest Ms Skeeter....

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto eyed the moving quill and the turgid prose it was coming up with. "Is your quill meant to be doing that?"

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

Rita glanced up. "Hmm? Oh, yes. It's a Quick Quotes Quill. It's what it does. Saves loads of time, really." She eyed the girl. "Do you go to the school, then?"

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige was coming back from booking her room at the hotel for New Year's eve, she was almost skipping and ignoring what Crowley had said about his ass.

She see's the new woman and smiles, "hi? You're new right?" she asks

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

Rita glanced up from a fascinating study of her crocodile skin shoes. "Hmm? Oh, yes. Just arrived."

The quill began to move again.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige noticed the quill moving on it's own, "that's pretty cool, I'm assuming it has sort of spell on it right?" she asks

"How are you liking it here so far? Some people find it a little intense."

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

"Something like that," Rita said wryly. "It's bewitched. And I've been here less than a day. I barely have an impression of the town so far."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica decided to take a walk to town for coffee and to enjoy the unseasonably nice weather.

She took the long way through the park and noticed the woman on the bench with a quill and notepad.

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

Rita glanced up, and wondered idly why it seemed every blonde in Fandom had chosen to pass by her in the park that day.

Her quill began to zigzag across the page again, and Rita called out, "Hello there."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Hi," Veronica replied with an easy smile. "You new in town?" Veronica sincerely hoped she wasn't the elder version of another one of her classmates.

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

"Arrived this afternoon," Rita replied crisply. "Rita Skeeter. Do you go to the school?"