[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=B0E0E6][center]Lucinda Partridge[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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Location: Seattle Times office
Interacting with: Justin (NPC)[/center][hr][hr]

Lucinda watched as Justin's watchful gaze slipped from her face to his computer, almost forlornly. "Oh you know, just putting the edits in that you folks get missed spelled and putting in corrections, and making sure that the sources are in there, the usual boring stuff." Justin answered. 

[color=B0E0E6]"Oh fun times,"[/color] Lucinda replies dryly, poking his shoulder. She swivels her chair back to her computer, staring at the blank word document. She was clueless of how to start this, not really because her skills were failing her but that her mind screamed the possibilities of her future. The dream, the beast, the powers, what it all meant for her. She groaned and buried her head in her hands