Office Hours - We Could Be

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[Faith's door remains closed, the brass "PRIVATE" plaque silent and unyielding. Trying to force the door yields no results, but- she said you could contact her here, so just go ahead and knock. Worst case scenario, you're no worse off than before, right?]

((OOC: Please tag your top-levels with the appropriate week and day.))

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This won't harm him.

[The scritches she's giving Vincent are purely for the sake of the casting, wdym.]

[She sits down and runs a hand over the orb, the flickering images steadying into swirling nothingness for a moment.]

[And then stars. Zooming through space. Stars. Galaxies.]

[The Milky Way.]

[Closer, faster. Diving in. A tiny blue planet, getting bigger.]

[The ocean. A beach.]

[A young black man, frozen in an instant of time in the scry-]

Wait-

[The image flickers. A teenager. A grown man.]

[Back to the initial young man.]