Lucy Leech (
misslucysleeches) wrote in
randomplaces2013-04-04 08:06 pm
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Backwater Nexus. Mall. Let's Rock and Ride!
Lucy approaches the mall with just a little trepidation, smoothing out her dress (bright green with yellow flowers on the skirt -- and it's just over knee length, so a certain little pitcher needn't worry if she's around tonight) and making sure her hair is pulled back neatly in its ponytail. Silver's mention of the Rock N Ride nights at the mall stuck with her even after her return to her own world. So, after a rather annoying day trying to make sure her passport was up-to-date, she's decided it's time to seek out some fun and see what else this Nexus has to offer. "Just hope they accept regular old American dollars," she mumbles, patting her purse by her side as she reaches the front entrance. (Nothing in her vast array of literature suggested they wouldn't, but discretion, valor, etc.)

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"Alright." The girl turns her attention back to him after glancing at Lucy. "Just let me put the lady's book into her new bag for her."
After saying thus, she reaches up and catches hold of the LOL cat book in one hand by the spine, and tugs it away before Jazz can catch it. The living doll stops with surprise when he realizes that the child is having no trouble holding that big book despite her one handed grip and all the other things she's holding.
She gently puts the book into the bag, then pulls the bag shut and holds it up so that Lucy can slip her arm into one of the straps.
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Jazz snerks from where he's peeking over Lucy's shoulder at the girl. "Larry, a'corse."
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She raises an amused eyebrow as the girl mentions her other wares. "Rabid fangirl detector?"
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Jazz makes a pleased sound and presses Larry's nose while hanging over Lucy's shoulder, then grins widely as the little toy starts inquiring for his hairbrush in song.
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"But don't rabid fangirls usually give their own alarm with all the screaming?" asks the little girl, looking up from tucking the five away in the basket under the toys.
"Usually," says Jazz, his humour restored.
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And Uzulee takes this moment to stick two fingers of her left hand into her mouth and give a piercing whistle of appreciation at the end of the current song, totally unaware that she just contributed to Jazz's statement.
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