ext_309157 ([identity profile] once-a-king.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2006-06-20 11:40 am
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J, GOB: Tuesday around lunchtime.

Peter had ordered pot of tea and a cupcake and sat at a table by the window.  He was writing in his notebook of salle ideas while waiting for Su.  And definitely not wearing red and white for any particular reason.


[OOC: Open for all your pastry needs though Peter's here for his little sister]

[identity profile] susanofnarnia.livejournal.com 2006-06-20 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Susan came in between sessions, and ordered a cheese croissant before joining Peter, messing up his hair a little before she sat down. "I heard your team lost on Saturday. I'm so sorry I wasn't there."

[identity profile] susanofnarnia.livejournal.com 2006-06-20 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"I shan't miss the next one. Even though I will have no idea what is happening. But I will go and sit with Willow, who perhaps can give me a better idea?" Susan asked innocently. "And perhaps I shall have a handkerchief to wave, as well."

[identity profile] susanofnarnia.livejournal.com 2006-06-20 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I don't know. Perhaps to support my brother, and his team? Or perhaps because I have many fanciful thoughts about hankerchiefs, and what they symbolize?" She paused. "Not that you know anyone like that."

[identity profile] susanofnarnia.livejournal.com 2006-06-20 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Susan smothered a smile behind her hand, then poured herself a cup of tea, dropping two lumps of sugar into it. "I am impressed. Although I think Willow is a very determined young woman, and would have found a way to do that without sewing it, if it proved too difficult. Perhaps a home-made poster? With your name on it?"

[identity profile] susanofnarnia.livejournal.com 2006-06-20 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Susan dissolved into chuckles. "Just as well, I think. And of course I'm not going to let you forget it! I like Willow, very much, but that girl has an almost frightening imagination. You deserve everything you get, if you set yourself up for it."

[identity profile] susanofnarnia.livejournal.com 2006-06-20 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Having told her you were a knight, and exhibited the usual courtly manners, I'm afraid that was all it took. I think that girl has read all the wrong books." Susan took a bit of her croissant, and shook her head. "Not that that's a bad thing, necessarily." She took a sip of tea, and studied her brother. "Oh, Lord. Is Britain playing today? You're running up the flag, I can tell."

[identity profile] susanofnarnia.livejournal.com 2006-06-20 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Up, England! Go, team." Susan snickered a little. "And how much of a bet is a 'a bit'? Shall we see you singing on the roof, or the like? Not that Great Britain shall lose, of course."

[identity profile] susanofnarnia.livejournal.com 2006-06-20 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Susan shook her head bemusedly. "Edmund would have a fit. He'd say something about how you should do anything but that. Honor to the country." She paused. "Lord, I miss him sometimes."

[identity profile] susanofnarnia.livejournal.com 2006-06-20 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes. Lu too." Susan took a breath. "Right. There's one last thing I've been keeping back. And I think I'd better tell you, just in case. Although I truly wish I didn't have to."

[identity profile] susanofnarnia.livejournal.com 2006-06-20 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
It's funny, but this time, she doesn't want to cry. Maybe because Peter is here, and the worst of the tears were shed so long ago. "I told you that you and the others left for Narnia, and that there was a train crash." She turned the tea cup around and around on her saucer. "And that Mum and Dad were killed in it." She paused, laid her hands flat on the table. "Peter, you, and Lu, and Edmund... were on the platform." She swallowed, then closed her eyes in relief, to finally have said it. "They said you were killed instantly."

[identity profile] susanofnarnia.livejournal.com 2006-06-20 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Susan gave him a very small smile. "The three of you. Mum and Dad. Professor Kirke and Aunt Polly-- well, you haven't met her yet. But they were on the train too. As well as Eustace, and his friend Jill." She sighed. "Everyone who knew anything about Narnia." She looked up, then said intensely. "September 19, 1948, Peter. I don't care how long it is before you're back in England. Or what you have to do to remember. But don't let Mum and Dad get on that train, please. Don't go to meet it. Please?"

[identity profile] susanofnarnia.livejournal.com 2006-06-20 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
She gave him a relieved, tired smile. "Yes. Except me." She closed her eyes, swallowing in relief. "I don't think you can stop the crash. The investigation said it was faulty maintenance, as well as old equipment. Perhaps you can, but I'm not sure how. But if you can just *warn* them-- that'll be enough." She pressed a hand to her eyes, then looked up again, trying to smile, not quite making it. "And that was all. No more secrets, Peter. That was the last thing I didn't know how to tell you."

[identity profile] susanofnarnia.livejournal.com 2006-06-20 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," she said softly. "That's what you told me, Peter. The other you. It was one of the reasons I had such a hard time later." Susan looked away. "Because if He meant for you to be there, and took you away from me--" Her voice trembled, but she wasn't going to cry again, she wasn't. "I rather felt like I was being punished." A smile, quick as a ghost's, then gone. "For not going with you."