life_inshadow: ([neg] looking away)
Four days back in Fandom, and Tara had finally gathered her courage to call her father and explain where she was and, by the way, could he see about arranging transport for Mr. Moxy from one coast to the other?

It was one of the more excruciating conversations Tara had ever had, filled with Mr. Maclay's indignation about daughters who swanned off out of the blue to God-knows-where with God-knows-who and worried everyone and didn't do their duty, and what their mothers might think about it. But in the end, he grudgingly agreed Tara could have her cat back if she paid for the shipping. (Incidentally, he wanted to know, who ever shipped a cat? Was this some dirty witch thing?)

Whatever nice impulses he'd had right after Tara's mother died, it was safe to say they were long gone.

Once she finally got off the phone, Tara flopped onto her bed with her eyes closed and the door slightly open. Two classes down, one to go, plus a day at the Magic Box.

She could do this.

She had to.

[OOC: I worried far too much about what was happening to the dang imaginary cat while she traveled. Open post, either way.]
life_inshadow: ([neg] the monster within)
It had been a long, long, long day and a half for Tara since the Maclays showed up.

A very long two day and a half.

"So, uh ..." she paused just inside the doorway to the shop. They'd demanded they see where she work before leaving Fandom. "When -- when were you going to head home?"

Subtle, she was not. And she'd also been trying to deflect their hints all weekend about how she was needed back with the family. At the end, she hoped, they'd let it go. It wasn't like she was turning 20 yet.

"How fast can you pack up your room?" her father asked, snorting at the displays. He poked a pentacle with a fingertip like it might burn him. "We're getting you away from this wickedness, child. You're already infested with evil."

Tara inspected her shoes as her nails bit into her palms. "It's -- my friends here like me."

"Your friends don't know who you are," Donny supplied. "Now, you going to come with us the easy way, or are you going to make us make a scene?"

Tara scanned the street desperately. There had to be something she could do to make this all go away.

And lo, a figure approached )

[OOC: Preplayed with the splendid [livejournal.com profile] bitchy_smurf and the incomparable [livejournal.com profile] weetuskenraider. NFI, OOC is love.]

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