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Storytelling Final

Tim looked like he was recovering from a fight or something, but seemed to be in a good mood. The bruise was healing and he was pretty sure he'd be able to take the wrapping from his wrist soon.

"Okay, so, your storytelling final, is unsurprisingly I'm sure, to tell a story. Any kind of story really. So, who wants to go first?"

[I fail UTTERLY. I got so wrapped up in rebuilding my computer and bookmarks and logins and stuff that I completely forgot to post this. It's very hard to administer the seven cuts of shame and type at the same time. ETA: Please hold for OCD.]

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With an icon you don't get to use much.

It could be a folk tale, a song, a ghost story, a fish story, or any kind really. Just, try not to take up all of the class time.

He'll miss you all.

Because.

Liz Sherman

Gwynn Hood

Gwynn, of course, was there.

"Will you be teaching again?"

Jack Burton

Jack told a rambling story about a trip with his dad around the country in the big rig, picking up random loads and hauling them across the country, with lots and lots of details.

"And that's how we delivered a full load of chickens and a case of Boston Clam Chowder to Texas."

"Yeah actually I've got another workshop ready to go. How's your summer been going? I haven't managed to run into you very often."

"It's been busy." She smiled. "I've missed talking to you."

"Yeah, we should get together again." Now that the stuff wasn't in the air, maybe it would end better. Or, more appropriately, since he'd quite enjoyed their last meeting.

Claire ~~Bennet~~ Butler

She nodded. "I believe this has to happen. Are you going to the big party dance thing this weekend?"

Shilo Wallace ~~not a day late, hush~~

Shilo cleared her throat and began telling a ghost story: A girl married a sailor, who had to leave shortly after to return to his ship. He promised to be back in a year's time. A few months later, she found herself carrying his child- oh the joy, she decided, that he would feel, to come home to a son or daughter! But the baby fell sick and died a few weeks after it was born. The girl fell into a deep depression, but counted the day until her husband would return. On the anniversary of his departure, she went up to the looking room, and lit candles in the windows. She did this every night, for three months, until word arrived that her husband's ship had been destroyed in a storm, and all souls aboard were assumed lost. The girl hung herself in the looking room that night.

"And now, every night, you can see the candles burning in the windows, though the house is deserted," Shilo said, her voice low, "and on the anniversary of her death you can see her swinging from the rafters."

"Oooh," Tim said softly, shivering delightfully. "That's a good one."

"As a matter of fact I am. Will I see you there?"

"I will be. Conner is coming into town for it, too." She smiled. "I would like you to dance with me."

"Hey I haven't seen him since I left either! What's he been up to? And I'd love to dance with you. Anytime."

She beamed proudly. "He runs a soccer camp in California. And good!"

"Oh cool." Tim smiled. He thought he recognized that look. It was the similar to the look he'd seen on T'ing's face when she talked about some of the stuff he'd done. Waaaaait a minute.

"Eve took me shopping for the dance," she explained. "I still don't understand what I need with so many gowns. I don't wear them that often."

"Well you need one for every dance right?"

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