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fandomtownies2018-06-19 08:06 am
always_someone) wrote in fandomtownies2018-06-19 08:06 am
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The Magic Box, Tuesday
Today was a mostly normal day at the Magic Box, except that Norman seemed to get the impression that he was being... watched? He couldn't quite put a finger on what it was, at least until he started to notice the familiar green of spirit motes floating just out of the corners of his vision. Sure, when he turned to face them for a better look, they were gone.
But so help him, they were there.
Sometime before the end of the day, this had gone from a game of spiritual whack-a-mole to a game of peek-a-boo, and if anybody paid close enough attention, they might even be able to hear the faintest sound of a giggling child whenever Norman turned around.
[OOC: Open!]
But so help him, they were there.
Sometime before the end of the day, this had gone from a game of spiritual whack-a-mole to a game of peek-a-boo, and if anybody paid close enough attention, they might even be able to hear the faintest sound of a giggling child whenever Norman turned around.
[OOC: Open!]