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[royalpassport]

We're all stories. Tell me yours, and I'll tell you mine.

(Preferably over tea.)

Don't forget to start with "Once upon a time..."

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[outofthinair]

Well, it’s not impossible, but also not immediate. Personally I’m not in a rush.

I can think of a couple places for tea. At least for sharing some of my story.

[royalpassport]

Me neither, to be honest.

[ Because he's crippled with guilt and avoiding his daughter, WHOOOOOOPS. ]

Name the time and place, and we'll swap stories.

[outofthinair]

Just like most people here.

[ To be fair she’s really not in a rush to return to the body of her dead boyfriend, and her murderous father, so. ]

The Sunset Diner in an hour? I just have to finish up something I’m working on.

--> action?

[royalpassport]

I'll be there.

[ OH. He should probably... let this person know who he is. ]

My name's Jefferson. I'll be the one with the purple scarf.

action :)

[outofthinair]

Clary. I'll be the redhead.

[ That might have a couple runes that look like tattoos not quite covered by her leather jacket.

She also looks like she was in a rush to get cleaned up, a few smudges of colour on her hands from the markers and paints she was using. There was a bright smile as she spotted the purple scarfe and weaved her way between tables to meet her fellow storyteller. ]

Nice to meet you, Jefferson.

[royalpassport]

[ Jefferson spots Clary as she starts to make her way to him, and he offers a smile along with his hand, seeming totally casual AND DEFINITELY NOT LIKE A HALF-MAD SHUT IN. ]

Nice to meet you. [ His eyes flicker down to her hands before they make their way to a table. The smudges of color... ] You're an artist?

[outofthinair]

[ Just like she tries to act like she doesn't have angel blood flowing through her veins. They all have their quirks in this place. Clary shook his hand as she started to shrug out of her jacket. The long-sleeved sweater underneath hid some of her other runes. ]

I'm trying to be. Or at least trying to return to it. [ Her smile turned a little crooked. ] Or maybe that should have been: 'Once upon a time there was a little girl that wanted to be an artist'.

[royalpassport]

[ He laughs. At least some people are willing to play the game. It's nice. Listening to other people's stories gives him the chance to forget about his own, for at least a little bit. ]

And what took her away from her art?

[outofthinair]

[ Clary can't help but embrace the distractions for now. Anything to keep her in a good mood. Even if sharing her story might not quite keep that mood going. ]

Well, she turned eighteen as most little girls eventually do. And while it's not always an easy transition, this one was sudden; abrupt. One moment she was about to be a budding artist attending a prestigious art school, and the next her mother was telling her that everything she thought she knew about herself and her family was wrong. A lie.