iamnotpolaris (
iamnotpolaris) wrote in
glowfic2016-02-16 04:00 pm
Ring Around the Rosie
Niagara Falls is gorgeous, but there's only so long you can stand at the railing staring at it. Emily is, therefore, giving her feet a rest with one of the convenient benches and snapping photos of miscellaneous attractive objects.
She isn't taking pictures of specific people, because, privacy, but in a crowded place like this you can't exactly complain if you happen to be in frame when someone's trying to take a picture of a rainbow or a flower. Or if someone happens to notice your bracelet when the sleeve of your hoodie rides up a little. Or that it's not actually a bracelet, but some kind of...vine? With thorns?
Okay, they could probably complain some about her getting up to follow them, but it would bother Emily for weeks if she never found out whether she had seen wrong or not.
She isn't taking pictures of specific people, because, privacy, but in a crowded place like this you can't exactly complain if you happen to be in frame when someone's trying to take a picture of a rainbow or a flower. Or if someone happens to notice your bracelet when the sleeve of your hoodie rides up a little. Or that it's not actually a bracelet, but some kind of...vine? With thorns?
Okay, they could probably complain some about her getting up to follow them, but it would bother Emily for weeks if she never found out whether she had seen wrong or not.

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That makes following them rather more creepy if it turns out this whole thing is perfectly innocent, but on the other hand, if it's not, this would be a decent way for them to--escape to--do nefarious things, or report to nefarious people, or be collected by cult leaders or something.
Emily texts her sister, letting her know exactly where she is and that she doesn't expect to mysteriously vanish, but if she does she probably did not just get lost. And she keeps following them.
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Potential Plant Cult Member #1 shoves Potential Plant Cult Member #2 against the back wall of a restaurant in a little not-quite-alley space that suits their desire for privacy.
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There is a flash of metal. PPCM #1 has a knife and is pulling up PPCM #2's shirt.
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What the fuck.
Okay...that cannot be natural. Plants growing out of someone's skin can't be natural either. So...magic? Is magic real? Is magic real and the plaything of a kinky couple and this is so not her business but magic okay there is probably not a cult and you are being creepy for real. Move, legs.
"Ack!"
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I said legs, not larynx!
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She rolls her eyes.
She spots Emily.
She freezes.
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She's not holding it now.
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