Office Hours

[romanywitch]

Jenny. Office hours. It traditionally meant coffee, a laptop, and research. This time, it also meant 80's rock music blasting, possibly at a volume that was a little too high. The door was closed, but not locked, and if you knew Jenny at all, you knew that you could open it right up and walk in.

OOC: Open for interaction. Thread with Su Pevensie is locked to her.

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[romanywitch]

"I think there was a notation somewhere else," said Jenny. "You know your uncle had provenances on just about everything he owned. So there was something connecting this wardrobe to Narnia?"

[susanofnarnia.livejournal.com]

"He told us a story-- it was right after we got back, but it stuck with me." She put a hand to her temple, trying to remember. "He brought back an apple from Narnia when he was a boy. And the seeds from that apple were grown inside a garden in London. When the tree fell down in a storm, they turned the wood into a wardrobe." She stared at the list again, and said softly, "And we stepped into it, and walked out into Narnia."

[romanywitch]

Jenny blinked. "Wow."

OOC: I have to sleep now! Wrap up tomorrow?

[susanofnarnia.livejournal.com]

Susan smiled ruefully. "You can see why I never talked about it, can't you."

[np! See you then!]

[romanywitch]

"Su, honey, I was dead for eight years," said Jenny. "Not much is too weird for me."

[susanofnarnia.livejournal.com]

Laughing, Susan said, "Good point. Then yes. That's what we need to find."