_gallifrog_
Symbolic Animal of Gallifrey
"Well even if you don't have footage, always claim you do. It'll make them squirm, and that's almost as good." Chas smirked, liking Kay's style when it came to blackmail. He was all for blackmail, he knew some fairly embarrassing things about John and Elliott, and vice versa. Speaking of which, he cast an eye up to see how they were going. Evidently the introductions had gone well as all three were talking in fast Attili, the focus of their conversation being the photos on the bookshelf. Rinaa had retreated to the balcony, pulled on her headphones (which ere waterproof) and was leaning on the railings, just taking in the rainstorm in its entirety. Despite being rained on, her hair was still firmly vertical.
2038
"Ready when you are, the link is open and working." Jay could feel the burns as if they were against her own skin. She had on instinct shut out the whimpers of Kay from the others. She closed her eyes again. Cliff, a short distance away carefully placed the backpack by her feet, crouching down to conceal the weapon from sight. John knew that the best way to provide the extra power was to pass it directly into Fia, who could then channel it, along with her own into the rune. He put one hand on her shoulder, and used the second to create the somatic shapes he'd need. As soon as Fia started tracing, he would start feeding it power, guessing the balence needed and adjusting by instinct.
2038
"Ready when you are, the link is open and working." Jay could feel the burns as if they were against her own skin. She had on instinct shut out the whimpers of Kay from the others. She closed her eyes again. Cliff, a short distance away carefully placed the backpack by her feet, crouching down to conceal the weapon from sight. John knew that the best way to provide the extra power was to pass it directly into Fia, who could then channel it, along with her own into the rune. He put one hand on her shoulder, and used the second to create the somatic shapes he'd need. As soon as Fia started tracing, he would start feeding it power, guessing the balence needed and adjusting by instinct.