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[illuminescent]

WHO: Lucy Pevensie and the world (you!)
WHERE: The porter cities as needed
WHEN: The month of April!
WHAT: Open log - please look within for prompts!
WARNINGS:

a; de chima

[Lucy is often not only at her office. She makes sure to go and attend to business all over the city - visiting local businesses, attending town hall meetings, meeting with locals and talking to as many people as she can. Today, that's her aim; to open herself up to comments, criticisms, and complaints as needed, to know what she can do to improve. This is right after a town hall meeting, and even though it went well, she's waiting right outside the door after it ends - for her car or for her blood to settle, it's hard to tell - when she stands and walks straight into-]

Oh, I'm terribly sorry, oh, did I miss your question?

[Because often, she knows, she hasn't had time to address them all.]

b; heropa

[Shopping.

Yes.

Shopping.

She's going shopping because she's distinctly in need of some clothes, and Heropa has a few shops that she prefers. She looks so cheerful as she waltzes through the street, right when someone grabs her purse and takes off with it.

She no longer looks cheerful.]

Come back!

Thief!

[She's dropped her bags and is running after. Help her? Grab her bags? Tackle the thief? Well! Do something!]

c; Nonah

[This is where she is least of all; not because she doesn't like it, but simply because it is the city that calls her aid least. But today she is here, at the hospital, assisting with the healing of a complex problem. As she waits, she's sitting in the children's wing, telling stories to wide-eyed kids about Narnia, and making flowers or swords out of light and giving them out on request.

When things are a bit settled, she comes right out of the children's ward and has an extra stem of flowers.]

Here, if you so like it.

[Offered kindly. No return gift needed.]

d; choose your own and write me a prompt instead!

closed to Ser Jaime Lannister;

[It is a government building, one that has a bureau that no one is quite sure what it regulates in it, and also a hair salon (Lucy's) and a few stores, and who knows what else. A cafe, likely. She just came out from having her hair done and it's pinned up nicely at the top of her head, when she gets in the elevator.

She didn't think she would see Jaime here.]

Sir Lannister.

[She nods her head, gives him a polite little curtsy.]

Comments

D. Lucy's Farm

[song_of_ice]

[After the swearing in ceremony, Jon had been torn back into the conflict from home. Jamie Lannister, Baelish, both men were exhausting, but they were difficult to ignore. Even here, he had reason to be wary about what exactly they might do and what they might use against him, if they were so inclined.

The anachronism attack had left him exhausted and sore. For a few days, he did nothing but sleep as he recovered. It crossed his mind that he should see Lucy, but he didn't want to worry her. The injuries were minor and would heal quickly.

It was only when he could finally sit up without his ribs aching that he dressed (in some of the more modern clothes Sansa had him purchase). It was evening, which meant that she wouldn't still be at the office. When he arrived, he simply walked inside her home, as he had begun to do lately. The dogs came to greet him, recognizing his scent.]

Lucy?

a!

[helpline]

[ The person she walks into is the Doctor who gives Lucy a gentle little smile, seemingly not bothered that he got ran into in the slightest. ]

My question was just 'd'you need a cup of coffee?' I'm not a politician—in fact, I'm decidedly not a politician, I find all of that a bit rubbish and tiring, but I can only imagine talking to people for so long and having them tell you all the things you're doing right or wrong's got to be a bit more stressful than people realize.

[illuminescent]

[Most fortunately for Jon, Lucy has been so overwhelmed with work and with trying to puzzle out her feelings that she hadn't thought much about his absence. Although if she did know, she would have caused a fuss, mostly because she is a healer, and she thinks (she might) be (falling) in love with him.

Anyway.

Rufus comes down the hall with a quickness. Lucy follows; she still looks modern in an old-fashioned way, and it's clear she was at work only a few hours earlier.]

Jon!

[She smiles brightly when she sees him.]

I had not thought I would see you so soon!

[illuminescent]

[Oh.

She sees him and her smile softens, loses some of the politician edge. He is a friend, and she takes his hand to greet him, his hand in both of hers.]

My good Doctor.

It is most certainly tiring, I will concede that.

But I will not turn down such a generous offer.

[song_of_ice]

I should have come sooner.

[Gods, but he had worried for her during that battle. He had kept the defensive lines for De Chima, but she had been on his mind. Was she safe? Did she manage to find a place that was far from the heat of battle? It had been enough to distract him at the more pressing times.

He had lost a woman he loved once before. Losing Lucy would be the last tether to his soul.

He knelt to pet Rufus, Ghost following him inside as he sniffed at the other dogs. With his "hellos" finished, he moved to Lucy and drew her into a kiss.]

Are you well?

[helpline]

[ As Lucy takes his hand, he squeezes hers gently, that smile still on his face. ]

Thankfully, there's a cafe a block or so from here that should still be open. Shall we?

[illuminescent]

Well, yes, of course.

[Oh, a kiss.

She had spent most of month in her clinic, healing the people who came in from what had happened. It was fine, truly it was. She was never really in any danger, as much as she might have wanted to help more, that is where she was needed.]

I mean that in both regards.

[She winds her arms around his waist to hold him a moment, and then unwinds, reaches for his hand.]

I fear I have not spent much time outside my home this last month.

[illuminescent]

Yes!

[She doesn't let go of his hand.]

I should be most glad to do so. You must tell me what you have been doing lately.

[song_of_ice]

[He flinched a little as she held him tightly, his ribs still a bit sore. His hand ran over her curls, the smell of her drifting up towards him like a soothing breeze. He felt like he could breathe again. This was the only soothing place he knew.]

Where were you during the attacks.

[There is so much guilt carried on his shoulders. He should have protected her, sent Ghost to be with her.

When she takes his hand, his mind snaps back to the present instantly.]

We could walk this evening? Give you a bit of fresh air?

[helpline]

Not much! Which really, is something new and exciting for me. I haven't done nothing in ages, I can't wait to see how long I manage to take it.

[ like two of his friends are getting hitched, lay low before the wedding, he can totally do that, the Doctor believes in his ability to be calm and useful and stay out of trouble and this is really gonna last just a week or so but dammit, he's gonna try.

He's not letting go of Lucy's hand either. As long as she's holding his hand, he'll still hold hers. ]

[illuminescent]

In the clinic most naturally.

[She squints a little and she looks at him, and then pokes a finger at his ribs.]

Jon Snow!

[Her mouth drops open.]

You are hurt!

[The rest, therefore, doesn't matter.]

[illuminescent]

Oh, doing nothing is a pleasure indeed.

[She's laughing a little.]

It is a pleasure that I have yet to experience. But you should come and do nothing at the farm, sir. I think you should like it muchly, for there the world expects the least from you, as long as you are able to pet a dog and feed a horse an apple.

[song_of_ice]

[The poke does more than make him flinch. He clutches his side, giving a small groan from the pain.]

It's only bruised ribs.

[Only. As though that's enough to comfort her.]

It was a harsh battle. I'm glad you weren't on the streets.

[illuminescent]

[She pokes him again, her mouth flattening to a scowl.]

Jon Snow.

You were hurt and you chose to say not a word to me.

[She's frowning, now.]

It would be a small matter to heal you. It is what I do.

[song_of_ice]

[He flinches again, giving another vocal response.]

It was no great matter. Only a few minor injuries.

I have suffered worse, Lucy. This will heal in time.

[He tries to reach for her, eager to placate her and remove her scowl.]

If I told you, you would have worried.

[illuminescent]

[She is not so easily placated, and takes a step back. This is the lion, rearing up. Her crest has always been the lion, paws raised - the lion leaping. She does not look pleased with him, in the slightest.]

As is my right to worry! If you think me so soft as to not have knowledge of this at all, then you-

[Oh, he gets two fingers, stiff, right to the ribs. She knows the tenderness of wounds, she knows just how much pressure to apply to make it hurt without truly hurting him.]

-know me not at all!

[helpline]

I already know I'm behind on all the gossip the chickens have, [ he adds, with a little laugh of his own. Gossipy hens are...well, gossipy hens. ]

How am I supposed to keep up with who hates who if I don't pop by every now and then to visit?

[song_of_ice]

[He's trying to hold back his frustration as well. What did it matter if he was injured? So long as she was safe. He had suffered worse and healed, this was nothing.]

Lucy, it is a minor injury. A simple bruising. That was the worst of it.

[Her temper wasn't something he saw often. It caught him by surprise, leaving staring at her with wide eyes. She really did resemble the lion that she often bore as a crest.]

It isn't that I think you are soft. I simply didn't wish to trouble you over something so small.

[uncledad]

[It is business that puts Jaime in this elevator, in this city, with this woman. Jaime harbors no ill will to this foreign queen. At most, he harbors a benign interest. Jon Snow presents himself as a possible obstacle. To play the game, you find the pieces connected to him.

The trouble is, Jaime is only mildly interested in playing the game. Cersei is the one who likes to push around tokens. Tyrion is the one who likes to study. Jaime likes decimation on the battlefield--quick, easy, done.

All the same, the thought of Stark's bastard with some royal paramour is hilarious, in its way. Jaime favors Queen Lucy with a smile. A little sarcastic.]

Your Grace.

[He inclines his head. The whole thing lacks the fervent devotion of a real subject, more like a greeting given to a foreign dignitary. How strange it is, to say it to a woman who is not Cersei. Or the queen before her.]

Are you about your ambassador's duties today?

[Whatever those are. Jaime, for his part, is looking distinctly less scruffy than he was when last they met. The cut of his clothing is modern the sleeve of his jacket pinned up over the empty place where his hand should be. His beard and hair have both been trimmed, though of course not that the salon.]

[illuminescent]

Why are men so infuriatingly stupid?

[She does not look pleased. She puts a hand over his ribs and a sliver of warm magic runs through them, and then it's healed, without drama, without any show. She pulls her arms back and walks away from him, into her sitting room, and finds a chair he cannot sit in.]

[illuminescent]

Do they truly gossip? Is that their day spent, the clucking in the henhouse?

[She's giggling.]

In Narnia they speak in human tongue, you know, and so I am more privy to their thoughts. But the beasts who can are larger, a different manner of Animal.

[illuminescent]

[It is a most sensible greeting, because she does not expect the devotion from anyone here, and honestly said, she rarely even expects it in Narnia, although often it is given to her - one does not save a kingdom without developing a substantially devoted base of subjects.

Lucy looks, as she usually does, like a bit of a fashion oddity - never entirely modern, but certainly modern enough, with her sensible skirts that come to her calves and her smart little jackets that cover her up, but that's because it is winter and not for any modesty's sake. She looks forward to spring and summer with a fury.]

Ah, I should have hoped to say, yes, of course, but the honest truth is that I am here on occasion because I enjoy how the shop on the seventh floor cuts and pins my hair up.

Please, you must keep that bit of vanity to yourself.

[She says it with the teasing air of someone who doesn't really care if he tells the whole world.]

And you, my lord? Have you found this world to your liking?

[helpline]

D'you ever miss it? Not having animals who speak human, that is. I can only imagine how confusing it must have been when you first arrived.

[song_of_ice]

[The pain is gone instantly and he is left instead with the frosty atmosphere left behind by his lover. While had faced frightening situations beyond the Wall, all requiring quick thinking and honed instincts, he had little idea of how to handle this situation. She was angry with him, but there was a reason it had to be this forceful.

But he could not read women any better than he could read Valyrian.

He regarded her in the sitting room, making no move to join her. He was tired. The current difficulties in his life were of his own making, but it didn't remove the fatigue.]

Would you prefer me to leave?

[uncledad]

Not to worry. I can't imagine who I would tell your secret to.

[Mostly because it's womanly gossip, and not the kind of information worth selling. And Jaime isn't quite in the business of selling information. A spy master's subtleties is something far better left to others.

Some unseen bell gives a cheerful chime as the silver doors of the lift slide smoothly shut. There's a quiet clunk, the shiver of the floor--and then the contraption begins its descent. It will only be a few moment's time.]

Truthfully, I would find waking in my own bed better to my liking. [And before Locke took my hand. A vain wish, yet one he's often had, like a child. Little use in thinking it, and a far littler use in speaking it aloud.] As that seems unlikely to happen to me anytime soon, I'm growing accustomed to this country. Water that flows straight into a basin, rooms that need no heating, carriages that move without horses. Pizza. It's all very amazing.

[Which is why he sounds so droll and unimpressed.]