Jun 22, 2025 4:05 pm
Continues from Retreat!
Regroup (RP)
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Jun 22, 2025 4:07 pm
- Emma -
Henry is not pleased by your instructions to not involve the police any more, he is also disturbed by your surprise that he 'worried', and the thought that 'he could have ignored it' when you were ... abducted? He is not sure about what happened, he has a lot to think about.
Kat is happy to stay as long as you like in the paid-for room, this does not seem like the first time she has done exactly that, though, presumably, under less bizarre circumstances.
David —if you text him with updates and enquiries— assures you that 'they are doing fine at home'.
• How long do you stay? Right up until checkout Sunday? Monday? The staff are seemingly-thrilled to have you.
What do you do?
Henry is not pleased by your instructions to not involve the police any more, he is also disturbed by your surprise that he 'worried', and the thought that 'he could have ignored it' when you were ... abducted? He is not sure about what happened, he has a lot to think about.
Kat is happy to stay as long as you like in the paid-for room, this does not seem like the first time she has done exactly that, though, presumably, under less bizarre circumstances.
David —if you text him with updates and enquiries— assures you that 'they are doing fine at home'.
• How long do you stay? Right up until checkout Sunday? Monday? The staff are seemingly-thrilled to have you.
What do you do?
Jun 22, 2025 4:09 pm
- Benji -
You can find no sign of Emma in the tunnels, from tracking her scent it appears she is not here anymore, but you can't tell how. Maybe her 'exit' is related to the piece of wall that interested her earlier? It possibly looks like the dog has passed though that area from time to time, but you can not tell how.
These tunnels are twisty and turny and confusing, and you are hurt, and possibly distracted.
• Can you keep your bearings? Do you go looking for the dog, for Chaudry, for poor dead Persephone? Do you manage to find your way back to the sacrifice chamber and avoid detection? Do you, instead, find your way deeper into the tunnels and to other possible allies?
What do you do?
You can find no sign of Emma in the tunnels, from tracking her scent it appears she is not here anymore, but you can't tell how. Maybe her 'exit' is related to the piece of wall that interested her earlier? It possibly looks like the dog has passed though that area from time to time, but you can not tell how.
These tunnels are twisty and turny and confusing, and you are hurt, and possibly distracted.
• Can you keep your bearings? Do you go looking for the dog, for Chaudry, for poor dead Persephone? Do you manage to find your way back to the sacrifice chamber and avoid detection? Do you, instead, find your way deeper into the tunnels and to other possible allies?
What do you do?
Jun 22, 2025 4:11 pm
- Persephone -
For all the trauma your body underwent, you have healed up fantastically well. Your old injuries —the bruises, the scars, the vampire bite— are almost completely invisible, and the new tiny, white scars —all that is left of a brutal mauling— might even fade or be overlooked.
You have spent a lot of time naked recently.
• How long does it take you to realise that there are people in your condo? That your sister is hosting a party?
What do you do?
For all the trauma your body underwent, you have healed up fantastically well. Your old injuries —the bruises, the scars, the vampire bite— are almost completely invisible, and the new tiny, white scars —all that is left of a brutal mauling— might even fade or be overlooked.
You have spent a lot of time naked recently.
• How long does it take you to realise that there are people in your condo? That your sister is hosting a party?
What do you do?
Jun 22, 2025 4:55 pm
Emma sends short text messages to both Benji and Pers, asking them if they're alright, and to get back to her as soon as possible. But when she doesn't hear back from them, she decides to head for bed and deal with it with clearer mind the next day. It's not like there was anything she could do about it, either way.
OOC:
I'm assuming Emma will hear from Benji/Pers eventually? She’s happy to spend the rest of the weekend at the hotel, splitting her time between the gym, spa, the pool, with naps, decadent meals, and a bit of wine in between. She’ll also get some work done on her novel and column while she’s at it. 
Jun 22, 2025 9:24 pm
Benji is extremely relieved when it seems like Emma’s trail disappears somehow. There are no signs of blood or violence. The trail just… vanishes. She must have got out!
The last few traces of Emma he can find are very near that strange section of wall she was looking at earlier. It looks like this is where the dog comes and goes too… He wonders how Emma knew how to get through it. There must be some trick to it — a password or a secret button maybe… He spends some time trying to figure it out, but if there is a trick, it’s too clever for him.
Still, this is the closest thing to a way out he has right now. He should make sure he can find it again before he gets himself lost in the tunnels. He rummages through his pockets and pulls out an old block of rosin which he uses to mark the wall. It doesn’t leave much of a visible mark, but it does leave behind a familiar woodsy pine scent. As he heads deeper into the tunnels, hoping both to hide from Chaudry and the hellhound and to look for some other way out, he marks the wall with the rosin at intervals so that he can follow the familiar smell back to that weird section of wall if he needs to.
He wanders deeper and deeper and deeper into the tunnels, clutching his ribs with one hand and his sword with the other. Once he thinks he must be a safe distance from Chaudry and the hellhound, he begins to hum to himself a little to distract himself from the pain and the nagging hunger. Being hurt always makes the cravings worse, each stab of pain reminding him that he would feel better if he fed. But there’s nothing to feed on down here… On the bright side, he doesn’t have to worry about hurting anyone for the time being, although he does worry about what he might do if it takes him a very long time to find his way out of here. If he spends days or weeks down here, will he be able to keep himself from attacking the first person he sees when he gets out?
Or if he gets out, rather. He is trying not to think about it, to keep himself from panicking, but what if he gets trapped down here forever? Will he starve? It takes vampires a very long time to starve to death and it’s not at all pleasant. He hums a little louder, trying to drown out his thoughts.
After a time, a bit of rustling in his coat reminds him that the rats are still with him. Talking to them is a better distraction than the humming. He talks to them about what happened— about his fears and his guilt over Persephone’s death — and it makes him feel a little better. He takes the time to pick out names for them too. The lead rat is Tchaikovsky, the biggest one is Brahms, and the little one with the twitchy nose is Paganini.
The last few traces of Emma he can find are very near that strange section of wall she was looking at earlier. It looks like this is where the dog comes and goes too… He wonders how Emma knew how to get through it. There must be some trick to it — a password or a secret button maybe… He spends some time trying to figure it out, but if there is a trick, it’s too clever for him.
Still, this is the closest thing to a way out he has right now. He should make sure he can find it again before he gets himself lost in the tunnels. He rummages through his pockets and pulls out an old block of rosin which he uses to mark the wall. It doesn’t leave much of a visible mark, but it does leave behind a familiar woodsy pine scent. As he heads deeper into the tunnels, hoping both to hide from Chaudry and the hellhound and to look for some other way out, he marks the wall with the rosin at intervals so that he can follow the familiar smell back to that weird section of wall if he needs to.
He wanders deeper and deeper and deeper into the tunnels, clutching his ribs with one hand and his sword with the other. Once he thinks he must be a safe distance from Chaudry and the hellhound, he begins to hum to himself a little to distract himself from the pain and the nagging hunger. Being hurt always makes the cravings worse, each stab of pain reminding him that he would feel better if he fed. But there’s nothing to feed on down here… On the bright side, he doesn’t have to worry about hurting anyone for the time being, although he does worry about what he might do if it takes him a very long time to find his way out of here. If he spends days or weeks down here, will he be able to keep himself from attacking the first person he sees when he gets out?
Or if he gets out, rather. He is trying not to think about it, to keep himself from panicking, but what if he gets trapped down here forever? Will he starve? It takes vampires a very long time to starve to death and it’s not at all pleasant. He hums a little louder, trying to drown out his thoughts.
After a time, a bit of rustling in his coat reminds him that the rats are still with him. Talking to them is a better distraction than the humming. He talks to them about what happened— about his fears and his guilt over Persephone’s death — and it makes him feel a little better. He takes the time to pick out names for them too. The lead rat is Tchaikovsky, the biggest one is Brahms, and the little one with the twitchy nose is Paganini.
Jun 23, 2025 5:38 am
Persephone slid out of bed, naked, and approach the mirror. She observed her body, twisting to and fro, marveling at the healing that had occurred. How... how long had I been gone? Does a trip to hell and back take a while? It seemed very far away...
She instinctively reached for her phone, only to remember that she had dropped it when she had transformed back in the par, when she tried to save Emma.
"Emma!" she shouted aloud. Was she safe? What happened to her and Benji‽ She still had a land line in the kitchen, and she could send messages using her laptop, so she headed out of her bedroom to try to contact them.
She opened the door, stepped out, and was met with a collection of maybe a dozen strangers sitting on her living room furniture in her condo. Music played -- some retro rave, classic Circe style. Persephone recognized a few of the faces as baristas from the coffee shop. They stopped their chatting and stared at her.
She held up a hand in greeting and said, "Oh! Hi, sorry, I'm Persephone, Circe's sister. Didn't know she was having a get-together! I'd been sleeping, like totally dead to the world. And I..."
Circe jumped up and rushed at Persephone, a look of desperate panic on her face. She grabbed Persephone and pushed her backwards into her bedroom and slammed the door. "What is wrong with you‽‽ Persephone! You're butt naked!"
Persephone looked down, saw her own body, and then saw Circe's. Circe wore one of the cute, cool, very haute couture outfits they had bought the other day.
Oh. Clothes.How had I forgotten clothes? Persephone shook her head, stunned by her own confusion. Dying really scrambles the brain, I guess?
Persephone held up her hands to calm her sister and said, OK, ok, Circ," which she pronounced "sirse", a pet name she had given her little sis when they were young, "I'm sorry, OK? I...it's like I said, I was dead, you know? Still a bit out of it. I just woke up. I'm sorry! I mean, hey, tell them I'm a naturist or something, maybe?"
She sighed and added, "Look, just go back out and enjoy your new friends. I'm glad you're having fun! I'll get dressed and slip out to grab some coffee. OK? You are fire in that new outfit, by the way!"
She instinctively reached for her phone, only to remember that she had dropped it when she had transformed back in the par, when she tried to save Emma.
"Emma!" she shouted aloud. Was she safe? What happened to her and Benji‽ She still had a land line in the kitchen, and she could send messages using her laptop, so she headed out of her bedroom to try to contact them.
She opened the door, stepped out, and was met with a collection of maybe a dozen strangers sitting on her living room furniture in her condo. Music played -- some retro rave, classic Circe style. Persephone recognized a few of the faces as baristas from the coffee shop. They stopped their chatting and stared at her.
She held up a hand in greeting and said, "Oh! Hi, sorry, I'm Persephone, Circe's sister. Didn't know she was having a get-together! I'd been sleeping, like totally dead to the world. And I..."
Circe jumped up and rushed at Persephone, a look of desperate panic on her face. She grabbed Persephone and pushed her backwards into her bedroom and slammed the door. "What is wrong with you‽‽ Persephone! You're butt naked!"
Persephone looked down, saw her own body, and then saw Circe's. Circe wore one of the cute, cool, very haute couture outfits they had bought the other day.
Oh. Clothes.How had I forgotten clothes? Persephone shook her head, stunned by her own confusion. Dying really scrambles the brain, I guess?
Persephone held up her hands to calm her sister and said, OK, ok, Circ," which she pronounced "sirse", a pet name she had given her little sis when they were young, "I'm sorry, OK? I...it's like I said, I was dead, you know? Still a bit out of it. I just woke up. I'm sorry! I mean, hey, tell them I'm a naturist or something, maybe?"
She sighed and added, "Look, just go back out and enjoy your new friends. I'm glad you're having fun! I'll get dressed and slip out to grab some coffee. OK? You are fire in that new outfit, by the way!"
Jun 24, 2025 6:22 am
- Emma -
Kat orders lunch from room-service, just in time to be finished and ready to leave at checkout, clearly she has done this before. Checkout is at noon, Sunday, but the gym and spa are both available for a few hours past that time, and Kat intends to shovel as much onto the bill as she can.
The staff seem genuinely saddened to see you leave, and arrange a taxi home for you. Henry also offered to fetch you and take you home, but you got the distinct impression he was hesitant, and loath to talk just yet.
When you arrive home on Sunday afternoon (the time is up to you), Sarah is not sleeping, which is an improvement. You hear her soft voice from the bedroom... again, but you still know there is nothing to be worried about.
You feel good, after a weekend of pampering, but you still have some lingering symptoms of what is probably just a cold or flu. David has has been pampered a bit too, he is sicker than you are, and you find Sarah sitting next to his bed, feeding him soup, there is a basin of water by her elbow and a damp cloth, too, she has been playing nursemaid in your absence.
What do you do?
Kat orders lunch from room-service, just in time to be finished and ready to leave at checkout, clearly she has done this before. Checkout is at noon, Sunday, but the gym and spa are both available for a few hours past that time, and Kat intends to shovel as much onto the bill as she can.
The staff seem genuinely saddened to see you leave, and arrange a taxi home for you. Henry also offered to fetch you and take you home, but you got the distinct impression he was hesitant, and loath to talk just yet.
When you arrive home on Sunday afternoon (the time is up to you), Sarah is not sleeping, which is an improvement. You hear her soft voice from the bedroom... again, but you still know there is nothing to be worried about.
You feel good, after a weekend of pampering, but you still have some lingering symptoms of what is probably just a cold or flu. David has has been pampered a bit too, he is sicker than you are, and you find Sarah sitting next to his bed, feeding him soup, there is a basin of water by her elbow and a damp cloth, too, she has been playing nursemaid in your absence.
What do you do?
Jun 24, 2025 6:24 am
- Benji -
The rats in your pockets have eaten all the food you were carrying (failed raven snacks), and look at you expectantly when you start to talk to them and give them names. They seem to like the names, and respond to them quickly, they are very intelligent for rats. They also seem quite willing, eager even, to take orders from you —even if these are mostly things like "don't chew on that" or "come up here where I can see you", and the like.
The rats don't seem to have any sense of time, they are seemingly hungry again shortly after eating, and your injuries drive your own Hunger to the forefront of your mind, making it hard to track time. You don't know how long you have been down here, wandering the dark tunnels, humming and talking to yourself... like the stories of 'crazy vampires in the sewers'.
• Do you notice the voices before they notice yours?
What do you do?
The rats in your pockets have eaten all the food you were carrying (failed raven snacks), and look at you expectantly when you start to talk to them and give them names. They seem to like the names, and respond to them quickly, they are very intelligent for rats. They also seem quite willing, eager even, to take orders from you —even if these are mostly things like "don't chew on that" or "come up here where I can see you", and the like.
The rats don't seem to have any sense of time, they are seemingly hungry again shortly after eating, and your injuries drive your own Hunger to the forefront of your mind, making it hard to track time. You don't know how long you have been down here, wandering the dark tunnels, humming and talking to yourself... like the stories of 'crazy vampires in the sewers'.
• Do you notice the voices before they notice yours?
What do you do?
Jun 24, 2025 6:26 am
- Persephone -
"What? Like 'naked in the park'?" Circe asks, showing a disturbing amount of prescience... though it is probably just coincidence. The comment about being 'dead' is missed.
"When did you get back?" Your sister asks, concerned that she had disturbed your sleep, or that her unauthorised party was found out.
It is night outside, so, unless it is a different night, you have not been gone that long?
• It is not still Friday night. Is it Saturday or Sunday night? Were you gone one or two days?
What do you do?
"What? Like 'naked in the park'?" Circe asks, showing a disturbing amount of prescience... though it is probably just coincidence. The comment about being 'dead' is missed.
"When did you get back?" Your sister asks, concerned that she had disturbed your sleep, or that her unauthorised party was found out.
It is night outside, so, unless it is a different night, you have not been gone that long?
• It is not still Friday night. Is it Saturday or Sunday night? Were you gone one or two days?
What do you do?
OOC:
'The events' happened Friday night. You can either try arrange to get in contact with Emma Saturday night, before she left The Lanesborough, or Sunday night, after she is back home (and around the time of her current posts), or the morning after that if you can't get a new phone or to your computer due to the party.Jun 24, 2025 6:48 am
Emma wheeled her suitcase down the hall and into the bedroom, but the moment she stepped inside and saw David lying pale and clammy beneath the covers, she felt the calmness from her indulgent weekend begin to fade.
"Oh babe!" she quickly moved to the bedside, without sparing Sarah so much as a glance, before sitting down next to him and pressing her hand against his forehead "You're burning up! Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" she brushed a few damp strands of hair from his temple. Any guilt she might have felt over getting a massage while her husband was lying sick in bed was immediately deflected back to him: "Have you been like this all weekend? You should have told me. I would have packed my bags and been here in an instant"
"Oh babe!" she quickly moved to the bedside, without sparing Sarah so much as a glance, before sitting down next to him and pressing her hand against his forehead "You're burning up! Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" she brushed a few damp strands of hair from his temple. Any guilt she might have felt over getting a massage while her husband was lying sick in bed was immediately deflected back to him: "Have you been like this all weekend? You should have told me. I would have packed my bags and been here in an instant"
Jun 24, 2025 6:57 am
- Emma -
"Which is precisely why I didn't tell you." David points out, his voice sounding soft, and it looking painful for him to talk. "I did not want to interfere with your plans. Sarah was here to look after me." Does Sarah look a little smug at this?
"The weekend clearly agreed with you." David says. "You look positively radiant!" It is not uncommon for people to interpret the flush of fever as 'hearty good health and fitness', but he sounds genuine, as he always does when he complements you.
Sarah leans in and whispers something to David. "No, no. I can't eat any more. Thank you." David replies, patting her hand on his shoulder. Sarah wipes David's chin with one cloth and his forehead with another.
What do you do?
"Which is precisely why I didn't tell you." David points out, his voice sounding soft, and it looking painful for him to talk. "I did not want to interfere with your plans. Sarah was here to look after me." Does Sarah look a little smug at this?
"The weekend clearly agreed with you." David says. "You look positively radiant!" It is not uncommon for people to interpret the flush of fever as 'hearty good health and fitness', but he sounds genuine, as he always does when he complements you.
Sarah leans in and whispers something to David. "No, no. I can't eat any more. Thank you." David replies, patting her hand on his shoulder. Sarah wipes David's chin with one cloth and his forehead with another.
What do you do?
Jun 24, 2025 7:27 am
"I'm happy that she did" she wasn't, but it was impossible to tell from her tone of voice. Her hand moved from his temple to his cheek, caressing him lightly before pulling back "Yes; it was a fun weekend, but I still would have preferred to be here, by your side"
This time, she couldn't keep herself from grimacing when Sarah leaned in to whisper in her husband's ear. She didn't like this familiarity between them, or the fact that she was keeping her out from whatever she told him. "I got this;" she told her, without looking at her directly "You can leave" and she didn't mean just the bedroom, though she didn't say it explicitly; David might not appreciate her kicking her out, after she has been taking care of him all weekend.
This time, she couldn't keep herself from grimacing when Sarah leaned in to whisper in her husband's ear. She didn't like this familiarity between them, or the fact that she was keeping her out from whatever she told him. "I got this;" she told her, without looking at her directly "You can leave" and she didn't mean just the bedroom, though she didn't say it explicitly; David might not appreciate her kicking her out, after she has been taking care of him all weekend.
Jun 24, 2025 8:54 pm
Persephone laughs uncomfortably at Circe's mention of being naked in the park and replies, "Aheh, yeah, something like that. And, um, I'm not sure when I got back? I left my phone at Emma's. What time is it?" She almost asks, 'What day is it?' but she didn't want to appear too out of it and give Circe further reason to worry about her. Persephone doesn't realize that it is already early Sunday evening--she'd been gone for almost two days!
Persephone turns away from Circe and dresses, putting on some casual chic--a pair of wide-leg jeans, an oversized cream colored button down, and a comfy charcoal-colored cardigan, with some brown urban walkers. Meanwhile, Circe goes back out with her friends and makes whatever excuse she chooses. Once dressed, Persephone takes a deep breath and goes out to smile and greet the guests. She does her best to act as if everything is fine, everything is normal, it's no big deal that a bunch of strangers just saw her naked, or that she had just met her demonic patron in hell, or that she had been brutally murdered and come back to life somehow. And then the trauma of that experience hits her like a ton of bricks.
She utters some niceties and quickly steps back into her bedroom as her head reels. She experiences a flash of vivid memory: the knife rising and falling above her, over and over...the sharp explosions of pain that accompanied its every descent...the feeling of massive amounts of blood leaving her body, her brain quickly dying... She vomits all over the floor. Or, at least, she tries; her stomach is utterly and entirely empty. She realizes, suddenly, that so is her bladder, and her bowels. It is as if she has been remade and such bodily matters must be begun again anew.
She shakes her head and regains some small amount of composure before returning to her living room, knowing that her sudden retreat back into her room, followed by the sound of her dry heaving, and her quick, subsequent return, and with her obviously trying so hard to project a picture of normality... it must all be terribly worrying to Circe. But Persephone can't concern herself with that. Instead, she makes her way to her desk, which sits before a wall of windows looking out at the rainy London evening. She opens her laptop and shoots off an email to Emma. She types it out, only noticing the date on her laptop mid-email,
E,
I am back in the land of the living. Long story short, C murdered me, I went to hell and met my new boss, and he brought me back. Also, he looked like The Dude. Long story. I hope you both made it out ok!!! But I left my phone in the park, so call Circe ASAP and we can arrange a meeting. Please call I'm worried sick about you both, s... WTAF!!! It's Sunday? I just saw the calendar. I ... I didn't realize I'd been gone so long! I thought it was still Friday! Oh my god I'm so sorry Emma! You must have been miserable worrying! Oh god... i hope youre ok
She hits Send and immediately goes to Circe and asks for her phone. She intends to call Emma immediately.
Persephone turns away from Circe and dresses, putting on some casual chic--a pair of wide-leg jeans, an oversized cream colored button down, and a comfy charcoal-colored cardigan, with some brown urban walkers. Meanwhile, Circe goes back out with her friends and makes whatever excuse she chooses. Once dressed, Persephone takes a deep breath and goes out to smile and greet the guests. She does her best to act as if everything is fine, everything is normal, it's no big deal that a bunch of strangers just saw her naked, or that she had just met her demonic patron in hell, or that she had been brutally murdered and come back to life somehow. And then the trauma of that experience hits her like a ton of bricks.
She utters some niceties and quickly steps back into her bedroom as her head reels. She experiences a flash of vivid memory: the knife rising and falling above her, over and over...the sharp explosions of pain that accompanied its every descent...the feeling of massive amounts of blood leaving her body, her brain quickly dying... She vomits all over the floor. Or, at least, she tries; her stomach is utterly and entirely empty. She realizes, suddenly, that so is her bladder, and her bowels. It is as if she has been remade and such bodily matters must be begun again anew.
She shakes her head and regains some small amount of composure before returning to her living room, knowing that her sudden retreat back into her room, followed by the sound of her dry heaving, and her quick, subsequent return, and with her obviously trying so hard to project a picture of normality... it must all be terribly worrying to Circe. But Persephone can't concern herself with that. Instead, she makes her way to her desk, which sits before a wall of windows looking out at the rainy London evening. She opens her laptop and shoots off an email to Emma. She types it out, only noticing the date on her laptop mid-email,
E,
I am back in the land of the living. Long story short, C murdered me, I went to hell and met my new boss, and he brought me back. Also, he looked like The Dude. Long story. I hope you both made it out ok!!! But I left my phone in the park, so call Circe ASAP and we can arrange a meeting. Please call I'm worried sick about you both, s... WTAF!!! It's Sunday? I just saw the calendar. I ... I didn't realize I'd been gone so long! I thought it was still Friday! Oh my god I'm so sorry Emma! You must have been miserable worrying! Oh god... i hope youre ok
She hits Send and immediately goes to Circe and asks for her phone. She intends to call Emma immediately.
Jun 24, 2025 10:50 pm
Benji cuts himself off at the sound of voices up ahead. The voices fall silent. They probably heard him too.
He looks around for somewhere to hide, but the last fork in the tunnel was a while back and whoever was speaking already knows he’s here. Anyway, maybe they’re friendly and can help him find his way out!
"Hello?" he tentatively calls out, cautiously venturing toward the source of the voices.
He looks around for somewhere to hide, but the last fork in the tunnel was a while back and whoever was speaking already knows he’s here. Anyway, maybe they’re friendly and can help him find his way out!
"Hello?" he tentatively calls out, cautiously venturing toward the source of the voices.
Jun 25, 2025 8:42 am
- Emma -
Sarah flounces out the room, her back held stiff, clearly offended by your tone, or maybe just disappointed. Uncharacteristically, she leaves the dirty, empty soup bowl for you to deal with.
If David wants to say something in her defence, he holds his tongue. His throat is sore and speaking is difficult and he is tired and should rest, but he wants to talk to you about your weekend.
What do you do?
Sarah flounces out the room, her back held stiff, clearly offended by your tone, or maybe just disappointed. Uncharacteristically, she leaves the dirty, empty soup bowl for you to deal with.
If David wants to say something in her defence, he holds his tongue. His throat is sore and speaking is difficult and he is tired and should rest, but he wants to talk to you about your weekend.
What do you do?
Jun 25, 2025 8:43 am
- Persephone -
Circe is talking to a large, hairy man, slightly bulging out of a 'Team Jacob' moon-and-wolf tee-shirt. "It should be here, somewhere." Circe says looking around for her phone. "Aren't you, like, old? Don't you have a land-line?" Her phone is kinda personal, and she doesn't really want you looking at it, but only in a habitual-mom-avoidance way. The kitchen, where the land-line is, is kinda full of people.
What do you do?
Circe is talking to a large, hairy man, slightly bulging out of a 'Team Jacob' moon-and-wolf tee-shirt. "It should be here, somewhere." Circe says looking around for her phone. "Aren't you, like, old? Don't you have a land-line?" Her phone is kinda personal, and she doesn't really want you looking at it, but only in a habitual-mom-avoidance way. The kitchen, where the land-line is, is kinda full of people.
What do you do?
Jun 25, 2025 8:43 am
- Benji -
The voices remain silent, not answering your hello.
What do you do?
The voices remain silent, not answering your hello.
What do you do?
OOC:
Asking the dice if these 'voice' are good news or not...Rolls
Die of Fate (high is 'good') - (1d6)
(3) = 3
Jun 25, 2025 8:53 am
Emma waited for Sarah to leave the room before turning back to David, lowering her voice so she couldn't hear her from across the hall
"I’m not comfortable with her being here" that whisper into her husband's ear sealed Sarah's fate. It was too familiar, too presumptuous, and she wasn't going to let it slide "I’m sorry, especially with you feeling like this, but I’m going to ask her to leave. Right now" she reached out and caressed his cheek again "Get some rest, alright? I’ll be back in a minute"
"I’m not comfortable with her being here" that whisper into her husband's ear sealed Sarah's fate. It was too familiar, too presumptuous, and she wasn't going to let it slide "I’m sorry, especially with you feeling like this, but I’m going to ask her to leave. Right now" she reached out and caressed his cheek again "Get some rest, alright? I’ll be back in a minute"
Jun 25, 2025 9:00 am
- Emma -
"It's getting dark." David points out, possibly in Sarah's defence. That is all he says, not going on to say that you shouldn't or that you are wrong to feel the way you do, and also not pointing out that Sarah was useful this weekend, you would not have been able to go away if she were not there to look after him, after all.
When you arrive in the living-room, Sarah is already packing her belongings in a small plastic bag. Possibly you don't need to say anything?
• Has she included the clothes you purchased for her, or is she leaving them behind?
What do you do?
"It's getting dark." David points out, possibly in Sarah's defence. That is all he says, not going on to say that you shouldn't or that you are wrong to feel the way you do, and also not pointing out that Sarah was useful this weekend, you would not have been able to go away if she were not there to look after him, after all.
When you arrive in the living-room, Sarah is already packing her belongings in a small plastic bag. Possibly you don't need to say anything?
• Has she included the clothes you purchased for her, or is she leaving them behind?
What do you do?
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