Alicante, Idris, Friday Evening
Mar. 14th, 2015 01:12 am"The funeral's over," Isabelle said. "Or at least, the smoke's stopped rising." She was perched on the windowsill of her room in the Inquisitor's house. The room was small and white-painted, with flowered curtains. Not very Isabelle, but then it would have been hard to replicate her powder-and-glitter-strewn rooms in New York and Fandom on short notice.
( Plans are made. )
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( Plans are made. )
[ooc: NFB, NFI, CoHF etc,]