Email to Moira
Jul. 14th, 2004 10:00 pmTo: [bagpipe lady]
From: [trouble]
No, scratch that, I need to come see you. There's a possible problem. There was this place in Spain that turned out to be an ancient pagan fertility site, and things got a bit out of hand and now I think I could be, um, well, sort of in trouble. But I'm not sure, so this is where I come down to the medlab and you do your tests and tell me one way or the other. Tonight all right?
And can you do me a favour? Don't tell anyone, even Nate? Especially Nate? He's got enough on his plate and he and Pete won't like this at all. Not that I do, either, but I'd rather know for sure before the round of bollockings about how stupid I am starts.
A.
From: [trouble]
No, scratch that, I need to come see you. There's a possible problem. There was this place in Spain that turned out to be an ancient pagan fertility site, and things got a bit out of hand and now I think I could be, um, well, sort of in trouble. But I'm not sure, so this is where I come down to the medlab and you do your tests and tell me one way or the other. Tonight all right?
And can you do me a favour? Don't tell anyone, even Nate? Especially Nate? He's got enough on his plate and he and Pete won't like this at all. Not that I do, either, but I'd rather know for sure before the round of bollockings about how stupid I am starts.
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Date: 2004-07-15 02:26 am (UTC)From: [bagpipe lady]
Not a word to anyone. And certainly no lectures from me. There'll be tea to calm your nerves when you get here.
~Moira
(No matter what, everything will be okay.)