A Week in Rural Scotland

[rainne]

Thank you for joining us here in picturesque Glen Macalie, on the shore of Loch Leven in the Grampian Mountains of Scotland. We welcome you to the campus of the Glen Macalie School for Girls and hope that you will enjoy your stay.


This week will largely be unstructured; you are welcome to investigate the castle (which dates back to 1237 CE) and the nearby village of Glen Macalie. Some resources which will be available to you include:

In the castle:
Comprehensive Library
Modern Kitchens
State of the art Training/Exercise Room
Extensively landscaped grounds and gardens
Horseback Riding
Fishing
Hiking

In the village:
Shopping
Pubs and restaurants
Museum
Historical buildings
Golf

We ask only that you take care to observe the following rules:

1) Please do not leave campus near or after dark.
2) Venturing too far outside after dark, even on campus, is not guaranteed to be safe. You do so at your own risk.
3) There will be occasional evening events. Participation in these events should be considered of minor risk; however, anyone taking part should endeavor to follow all directions to ensure his or her safety.

If you have any questions, please feel free to see Mr. Giles or Ms. Summers.

Comments

[ondragonflywing.livejournal.com]

He's still your dad though. *Ian said, like that should mean something*

~Ian

Yeah, Frank told me once that I better be grateful that the splooge that made me went up inside my mother instead of on the bed or her tits or something. And I should have some respect for them giving me life.

*pauses and mumbles*

Then he said he was kidding, but i don't think he was.

~Carl

When did Frank say that to you? *Fiona demands, if Frank were here, she'd kill him right now, what, he thought he deserved a medal for knocking someone up?*

~Fiona

*shrugged*

The last time mom was around. I called her a crazy bitch or something.

~Carl

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

Most of the time he tried to pretend I didn't exist, so at sixteen I wasn't exactly distraught. *shrugs* Maybe it would have gotten better if he'd lived, maybe it would have gotten worse.

Mycroft was twenty-three at the time and told me to grow the fuck up. First and only time I've ever heard him swear. Showing up at Buckingham Palace wearing nothing but a sheet didn't even make him do that.

~Sherlock

[ondragonflywing.livejournal.com]

*at least Frank and Monica didn't try to pretend that they didn't exist at any point during their lives*

*she laughs a little*

Must have been a 10. to go to the palace in a sheet.

~Fiona

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

*smirks* I actually did it to annoy my brother. Instead of coming by the flat to ask for my assistance, he sent his lackeys to "escort" me.

And then sent a helicopter to fetch John from the crime scene he was at.

~Sherlock

((The lackeys were all "you'll want clothes where you're going" to took one look at them, went "I know exactly where I'm going" and then refused to put his clothes on.

The best part is when John shows up at the Palace, sees Sherlock in the sheet, more or less looks at his crotch, and then asks him if he's wearing underwear under the sheet.))

[ondragonflywing.livejournal.com]

*laughs a little*

Sometimes I think Frank does shit like that to me. Like does something just to test my patience, or to test that I'm paying attention.

~Fiona

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

My relationship with Mycroft has been tense for, well, almost 30 years now. When I was 7, he went away to boarding school and I hated him for it because I had to stay home with our parents.

It started to get better, but then the cocaine happened, and well, things will be even more strained when I stop playing dead and the paperwork nightmare will end up on his desk.

~Sherlock