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Moira's a friendly sort. Even as someone who doesn't party the way most people in uni do, people invite her anyways to come out to their various celebrations.

She's having fun at a birthday party when she's cornered by the young man who's been trying unsuccessfully to get her to go on a date with him for a while now. He's drunk a fair amount, and it shows in the way he leers and won't stop asking her if she'd like a drink no matter how much she refuses.

(She's almost tempted to get one, just to have the strength to deal with him, but she knows she doesn't have that much self-control.)

It only gets worse, as the night goes on. He starts getting pushier. He starts touching her hand and arm with something a touch possessive to him.She manages to get away from him while he's off searching for another drink. She finds a room in the house to lock herself away in. 

Mac has a project keeping him busy tonight. Under any other circumstances, she'd not have bothered him. Under these circumstances, he'll know it's an emergency that she calls.
ofscots: (bright grin)
Good for IC and OOC-- just specify which! <3
ofscots: (tears stream down your face)
 It's all a bit of a haze, honestly, after she finds out. She doesn't really remember checking to make sure her memory of the Queen's execution site is correct. Doesn't really remember figuring out the best way to get there. Doesn't really remember packing her small backpack or buying the ticket or getting on the train. 
All she remembers is standing in the ruins of Fotheringay Castle before the plaque dedicated to the death of Mary, Queen of Scots for the first time and feeling like the world was about to give out under her feet. It was only the small handful of other tourists that kept her from falling to her knees from the emotion that overwhelmed her.

She shouldn't have gone back, after that. It wasn't exactly like it helped. But something pulled her to the site in the same way she'd been pulled to France, so she'd kept coming. 

She hadn't expected to be followed here. Hadn't expected that anyone would know to come here when she'd barely known what she was doing herself.

Still, she recognizes the young man who comes to stand beside her as she gazes, a little glassily, at the plaque. As the familiar figure settles beside her, she cuts off anything he might say with the quiet murmur that escapes her lips, "I died here."
ofscots: (with a breath)

i cannot live without my soul )

Credit for the CR Chart goes here. Thanks [info]gontly
ofscots: (but sometimes it hurts instead)
Discovering the truth of her parentage was nothing. She'd never aspired to be anything great, didn't want the position of ambassadress that was on the short list of suggestions in that file they'd kept on her life. Henry questioning his goodness was worse. Franco breaking it off because he wasn't sure if he truly cared for her or if it was just genetic compulsions was worse. Nicol withdrawing almost completely from her life was worse.

That was enough for her to fall back off the wagon for a few months. But like most (not all. Some took a more permanent escape from their new reality) of the Rewriters, she was resilient. Got back on again alone. It helped when Henry started smiling again. Helped when Franco told her he wanted to try anew. Nicol was still distant, but while it hurt, she understood. Kept him posted on her life in the little ways she could, went to his mother's funeral when the time came.

Things got better, after that. After a year back together she and Franco decided that, genetic compulsions or no, they loved each other and that was that. The wedding was a happy thing. Franco's business-- started with the aid of the money the government had been quietly forking over to keep all of them quiet about the whole mess that was their lives-- began to boom. They decided to go back to France where they'd first fallen in love and start their new life afresh.

And it had been so wonderful. After a while they found out she was expecting, and that was a happy thing. Then they'd gone to get some testing done, to see if their origins would have any effect on their child.

And that's when they found signs of Franco's illness, and everything had been a downward spiral since. Writing to tell her big brother of the pregnancy and of Franco's sickness was forgotten,as they first tried to fight the disease, then prepared for the end and ensuring she was well cared for after it. He told her she should go back to her family. She agreed she would.

Which is why, six months pregnant and two weeks widowed, she'll be arriving on Nicol Macintyre's doorstep.

Other than the baby, he's more family than anything else she has in this world.
ofscots: (come morning light)
It wasn't unusual for Moira to go out in the early evening for a walk. She was the sort that found peace with the outdoors, even if she had no real love for the stars that lit the night sky. So after letting Gigi know she'd be out for an hour or so, Moira pocketed her keys and went out for a walk.

It wasn't unusual the way she wandered through the park a little aimlessly, nor the way she took a moment to shut her eyes and just take in the night air. It wasn't unusual the way she finally meandered her way back towards her dorm room.

What was unusual was the sharply dressed bobby that greeted her on her way there.

"Moira Scott?" The man inquired carefully. She nodded, uncertain. 

"We need you to come in for questioning. It's related to the death of Doctor Pearson."


Jun. 7th, 2012 12:48 am
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