broadsword_babe: (Miranda (thoughtful))
{Set after this & this. Backdated to July 18, 2008.}

Quinn regarded her new student thoughtfully over the breakfast table. Maybe the girl was a blessing in disguise. After all, she knew her way around computers and gathering information about folks. Maybe she could help with doing some reverse-Watcher-ing.

"Natalie, I have a bit of a project I'd like for you to work on," Quinn said, setting down her coffee mug.

The younger Immortal looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Not more 'wax on, wax off' stuff, I hope."
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broadsword_babe: (Miranda (sword 1))
Surprise! Your mother/a priest/an arch nemesis/the tax man/dinosaurs/your ex/a famous talk show host is at the door -- and at a most inopportune moment! Now what?!

It wasn't often that I indulged in making a batch of fudge, but it was definitely one of those days when I needed a bit of chocolate. Luckily, I already had everything on hand and wouldn't need to go to the market for anything. So, into the pot on the stove went the sugar, chocolate, condensed milk, and other ingredients. Now, anyone who knows me, knows that I'm a right grouch when I'm cooking. I can be a bit of a perfectionist about food, as with a lot of other things, and I don't tolerate interruptions very well. And, wouldn't you know, that's exactly what happened.




Quinnleigh Kincaid
Highlander OC
1530 Words
Natalie, [personal profile] jurisimmortalis, & Lance, [personal profile] her_champion, are Quinn's headmates.
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (Freyja))
Natalie didn't think Immortals could get sore, but she was wrong, again. Quinn was a hard teacher and definitely subscribed to the schools of hard-knocks and tough-love respectively. If she'd expected to be "mollycoddled" as Quinn put it, she'd have to find another teacher. Their lessons weren't always about fighting though. Natalie had learned how to change her appearance by using makeup, contacts, wigs and clothing. She'd been surprised when her eighteen-year-old self had stared back at her from the mirror. An hour later, she looked nearly sixty.

"So, why didn't you and Lance ever get together?" Natalie asked over tea one afternoon. "You know he's crazy about you."

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