The Other Wordly meme

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The Other-Wordly Meme

Words are magical things; they can have so many lovely connotations and varied histories.
Words have family trees just like people. They are linked to each other.
Some words are full of flavor and color and describe things you never suspected there were words for.
Words are why we're here.

The meme is simple: post a comment with your muse's name and canon in the subject line.
List any preferences you may have ("No Shipping," "No Smut," etc.), if you decide to leave the next step up to responders.
Responders (or original posters, if they so decide), go to the Other-Wordly blog and hit 'Random' until you get a word. Use the word as a prompt to write up an RP scenario. Do this several times, if you like. Mix and match. Have fun with it!
Don't stop with a word, though! Words can often have etymologies that are at odds with their current meanings. Words can shift connotations over time. Let your imagination carry you with the words as its wind.

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[formersurgeon]

"All right. Is tonight too soon?"

[denokandafaran]

"It's fine. I'll get a sitter."

[formersurgeon]

"Let's meet at the station at eight, then."

[denokandafaran]

"I'll see you then."

[formersurgeon]

There's still just a touch of light in the sky at eight. Joan is at the station, standing outside her car and leaning back against it, hands in the pockets of her jacket. It's summer, but out here it still gets chilly come nightfall. At her side is a pack of supplies: flashlights, lock picking tools, pepper spray and a folded baton that Sherlock insisted she take.

[denokandafaran]

It's certainly more than what Lana brought when she broke in, isn't it? As for Kit, he brought a gun and concealed it on his person.

He's not getting stuck in there again, after all. And he's not letting that happen to her. "Hey,"

[formersurgeon]

"Hey," she answers with a smile, and gives him a hug.

"Thank you for doing this."

[denokandafaran]

And she gets a hug back, obviously. "No problem. Really. Ready to head out?"

[formersurgeon]

"Let's do it."

The road to the institution winds through forest, so when full night takes over the sky, it's very dark. Joan is hesitant to break out the flashlights, though, concerned about alerting anyone at Briarcliff to their approach. As long as she can make out the road, she'd rather be in the dark.

[denokandafaran]

He's a little worried about those creatures he remembered running into back when he was a patient here, but...well. He hadn't heard anything about them in a very long time, not since Arden had disappeared. He'd consider it a good sign.

Eventually, they get to the back of the building proper. "There'll be a sort of chute-looking door."

[formersurgeon]

"Chute-looking door," she repeats as she starts feeling along the walls. "Metal?"

[denokandafaran]

"Metal and wood, yeah."

[formersurgeon]

She finds the doors, and discovers that they're open. She takes a step back, frowning.

"They're open. Why would they be open. Are they expecting to bring something through here at some point tonight?"

[denokandafaran]

"They were always open. But I think...I think Arden brought people out through here." Not living people. "I doubt anyone else knew they were here, except that touched nun."

[formersurgeon]

"We should still be careful."

She takes a couple flashlights out of her bag and passes one to him.

"Let me know if you hear anyone coming."

[denokandafaran]

"Thanks." Taking it, turning it on. "I will. You too."

[formersurgeon]

"Sure."

As they head in, though, the sound of their footsteps bounce off the walls to the tunnel, creating an eerie echo. Joan stops for a moment, listening, then starts again, more slowly, taking the time to carefully place each foot.

[denokandafaran]

"It shouldn't be too long from here to the building proper." Past the incinerator, of course. And they'll have to move a cart out of the way.

[formersurgeon]

She nods, her flashlight playing over the walls and the floor. When they come to the cart, she goes behind it and pushes, wincing as the wheels squeal.

[denokandafaran]

"They probably won't hear it. Thick floors." He hopes.