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Yamanaka Ino ([personal profile] intraspective) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2008-03-19 05:10 am

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Centre, Wednesday

Ino was here. And sweeping and dusting and very definitely paying even more attention to her plants than usual.

… and possibly plotting the best method of ‘attack’ for if Cable-san came down today. He was getting a hug. Seriously. She wanted a hug. Then she’d demand to know why he hadn’t given her a weapon in the past. Seriously.

And then she was considering calling him ‘Mom’. Because ‘Dad’ would find it funny. Okay, okay, so she found it funny too. Shhh.

Wellspring Arms is Open.

Re: Talk to Ino

[identity profile] spring-lost.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 11:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I suppose I should be glad you don't have greater ambitions if you're going to try to plan like that."

Cable did appear. Like clockwork. Tether, as always, at his heels.

Re: Talk to Ino

[identity profile] spring-lost.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 11:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course," Cable deadpanned, passing by the cases. He inauspiciously pulled away two letters from where they'd been sitting out in the open for a week, and added, calmly, "I see you made it back in one piece."

Re: Talk to Ino

[identity profile] spring-lost.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 12:03 pm (UTC)(link)
She got a half-hug in return for her trouble, without a trace of surprise attached. "If I didn't, you probably didn't need it," Cable pointed out, the letters now firmly tucked out of sight inside his coat.

Re: Talk to Ino

[identity profile] mouthy-merc.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
There was a mercenary and a magic spear waiting for him.

"You are so the mom."

Because Wade knew him too well too.

Re: Talk to Ino

[identity profile] spring-lost.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that wasn't going to be dignified with a response.

Instead, Nate reached behind his desk, and helpfully pulled out...

The psimitar. "I think you're going to have to wait a while with that."

Re: Talk to Ino

[identity profile] mouthy-merc.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Wade frowned at the psimitar and shrugged. "And I'll probably have to hit you for something then, so it all works."

Re: Talk to Ino

[identity profile] spring-lost.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Probably," Nate deadpanned, dropping the spear back where he'd gotten it from. "How was France?"

It may have edged slightly towards rhetorical.

Re: Talk to Ino

[identity profile] lovelylana.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 12:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Lana stopped in, looking around cautiously. It looked pretty much the way she remembered. "Ino?"

Re: Talk to Ino

[identity profile] lovelylana.livejournal.com 2008-03-20 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey... so... there's no easy way to say this," Lana started, "so I'm just going to come out and say it. I've been away for two years from my perspective and in that time there was no way I could practice so... I don't know if my body will remember anything of what I'd learned before."

Re: Talk to Ino

[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 12:39 pm (UTC)(link)
In came a Liir with two bags of lunch, one of them for her.

"I hope you like chicken (http://www.tigersandstrawberries.com/2008/02/07/a-persian-classic-koresh-e-fesenjan-done-my-way/)."

Re: Talk to Ino

[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2008-03-20 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
Like the jaws of life itself. This dish had taken a lot of prep work.

"That's good, since there's plenty of it. I made a lot," he admitted somewhat sheepishly.

Re: Meditation Room

[identity profile] lovelylana.livejournal.com 2008-03-21 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
"The stretches I could do," Lana said. "I got some odd looks, but it wasn't considered improper for a good girl." She stretched out carefully, demonstrating that she did indeed remember.

Re: Meditation Room

[identity profile] lovelylana.livejournal.com 2008-03-21 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
"They're not exactly things you saw people doing then," Lana said.