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[npwa.livejournal.com]

Lenore has been out back by the kraken pond for some time, now.

Sitting. Watching.

Smoking.

Mostly thinking, though.

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[npwa.livejournal.com]

Eyebrow.

"Uh, okay."

Beat.

"I'm Lenore."

[clockwork-son.livejournal.com]

"Gabriel."

He... tries to look friendly?

Just not very successfully.

[npwa.livejournal.com]

It's okay, Gabe.

Lenore's not good with the friendly thing, either.

"And let me guess. You're from some galaxy I've never heard of, right?"

[clockwork-son.livejournal.com]

"No. Unless you're from some galaxy I've never heard of, that is."

With an apologetic smile, "I was born in New York."

[npwa.livejournal.com]

"Maine. Moved to D.C. when I was two."

[clockwork-son.livejournal.com]

Gabriel nods.

"This is the farthest I've ever been from Queens, myself. This whole world, that is-- I showed up in California."

Soft smile.

"Which is where I met Spots."

[npwa.livejournal.com]

"I showed up in some city near here," she says. "Came here with a kid. Bridgette."

[clockwork-son.livejournal.com]

"I haven't seen her."

Shrug.

Any kid who's not Spots has a slim chance of garnering Gabe's attention.

[npwa.livejournal.com]

"Neither have I, since we got here."

Beat.

"Kid's got some weird... gift or something. She can talk to dead people."

[clockwork-son.livejournal.com]

...huh.

"Huh," says Gabriel, intelligently.

"I don't think that's the weirdest thing around here, to be honest."

Amidst the kraken and the girl with tentacles and the jetpack and the CASTLE WITH A BOAT STICKING OUT OF IT.