13th ❄ [video]

[persical]

[Claire waves a little when the mirror appears. She looks a little different today....namely because instead of blue, her hair is bright pink. But she doesn't seem bothered by this at all.]

Hello, everyone--now that things have settled down again, I'd like to extend an invitation. But first...has anyone seen Miss Canada lately? We agreed to do this together, but I haven't been able to get in touch with her.

Some time ago she made an ice skating rink, and it would be nice to all skate together before it gets warm again, don't you think? I've made some refreshments, too.


[ooc: and the log is now up!]

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[jemerite]

[Cat ears... Zinc can't skate, so she really has absolutely no intention of answer, but the mirror forms anyway. She frowns at it for being mischievous but what's done is done...]

I have not seen... anyone by that name. In a long time.

[Her perception of time was a bit skewed form captivity, however.]

[persical]

[cat ears indeed. And they even move, so they're definitely not just costume pieces...]

Canada? Did you meet her before, then?

[jemerite]

[She shakes her head.]

Not in person. But I watch, the vine.

[persical]

Oh, I see. [she smiles, a little sadly.] Thank you for telling me.

Would you like to come ice skating, then?

[jemerite]

[Whooooooa. She shakes her head much more emphatically.]

No, that would be... [Bad. That would be bad.] Bad.

[persical]

Bad? Why is that? If you don't mind me asking.

[jemerite]

[Bluh. Now she has to explain this...]

I am not... very balanced.

[persical]

Oh, no one is at first. You'll get better with practice.

[jemerite]

I know how.

[Wasn't it a prerequisite for little rich girls to know how to ice skate?]

[persical]

Then I'm not sure I understand...is it something personal? I won't be nosy, in that case.

[she does look genuinely apologetic.]

But you can feel free to come just for refreshments if you'd like.

[jemerite]

[She purses her lips before deciding to sum it up as,]

Old injuries.

[persical]

Oh, I'm sorry. That must be difficult. [she puts a hand to her cheek.]

If it's too much trouble to travel, I could bring you something.

[jemerite]

I will be all right...

[Just sittin' in her little house...]

[persical]

It's no trouble. Where are you staying?

[jemerite]

I have a house, in the woods. White, with a gate.

[persical]

All right. It's no fun having to miss out because you're not feeling well. I'll bring something by.

[jemerite]

[...No, it's not fun. But it's right. She's dead, she has no life to live.]

...I like visitors.

{That's all she's willing to say about it.]

[persical]

[she smiles broadly.] That settles it, then.


[[ooc: I hope you don't mind if we handwave this one?]]

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[jemerite]