When: 03 May 1980 Where: Wherever’s convenient Who: Lex Bragnam & Rita Skeeter @ritaxskeeter
“Oi— you write for a paper, yeah?”
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When: 03 May 1980 Where: Wherever’s convenient Who: Lex Bragnam & Rita Skeeter @ritaxskeeter
“Oi— you write for a paper, yeah?”
Books, upon books, upon books. Rahovart wanders the silent world of bookcases, where is this? The door had simply been open, and the wave of curiosity had drawn him in. "Good day, is there a libraryman?"
The Channeler stared for several moments at the man who had wandered in. How he had made it past the sentries was one thing, but to assume the Regal Archives was simply a library?
“Do you have any idea where you are, human?”
let's party and bullshit | rita & annabelle
So maybe the chance to meet Rita Ora hadn’t been the best thing for Annabelle and maybe it made her a little bit crazy, but after she had gotten the quick chance to say hi to the woman and had gotten her to sign her copy of Ora that she’d not been able to put back into her bag because Rita touched it oh my god! she had done something a little bit stupid and very exciting. She’d snuck backstage. Moira hadn’t been able to come to the Dublin show and that was why they had been able to have contests for both tour dates, but it meant that Annabelle was alone, and it was pretty hard to stop a lone girl who had done her best to blend in and not make it seem like she was a Rita Ora fan. Once she’d gotten past security it wasn’t too hard to find Rita’s dressing room, especially since it had a nice little sign on it, and she slipped her way in, hoping for a chance to meet her favourite artist since, well, ever. If Jaymi could see her now, she thought as she looked around the quiet dressing room, and when there was a rattle of the door handle turning, Annabelle found herself glancing around the room before she dived towards the closet, going to climb into it, but she slipped on something inside of the wardrobe and tumbled to the ground, a heap of limbs on the floor just as the door opened.