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maskormenacelogs2014-03-07 04:09 am
corviform) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-03-07 04:09 am
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you know you could have it so much better
WHO: SHADE and GILBERT
WHERE: Residence #004
WHEN: 3/7 evening
WHAT: One actual Victorian fellow and one not really Victorian fellow smoking a smoke and being classy and weird. Probably more weird than classy.
WARNINGS: tba
[ Sharon hadn't been herself before Gil had come to realize she had been infected with some mysterious virus whose origins were still unknown to him by the end of it. She needed rest after such a grueling and strange week and he tended to her without crowding her. It was never polite to impose too much on a young lady, especially the Duchess Rainsworth's granddaughter.
But then she disappeared and he was filled with temporary panic before it receded and was replaced by a touch of happiness and comfort Sharon was back where she belonged.
Then came bitter thoughts. He was supposed to be happy she was ported back home, to continue what they had all started out to finish regarding the Baskervilles, Leo, the Sealing Stones, and the mysteries of the Abyss. But while pleased for Sharon, he began to wonder when his turn would come. Three years away from Oz was rapidly approaching and his throat felt tight and head dizzy and heavy.
He needed to get back and yet here he was. All he could do was focus on cleaning the home, offering Aileen the now spare bedroom, preparing meals, and when the evening settled in and quiet fell upon the neighborhood he stepped out into the backyard and took long drags of his cigarette, watching the sun disappear from view. ]
WHERE: Residence #004
WHEN: 3/7 evening
WHAT: One actual Victorian fellow and one not really Victorian fellow smoking a smoke and being classy and weird. Probably more weird than classy.
WARNINGS: tba
[ Sharon hadn't been herself before Gil had come to realize she had been infected with some mysterious virus whose origins were still unknown to him by the end of it. She needed rest after such a grueling and strange week and he tended to her without crowding her. It was never polite to impose too much on a young lady, especially the Duchess Rainsworth's granddaughter.
But then she disappeared and he was filled with temporary panic before it receded and was replaced by a touch of happiness and comfort Sharon was back where she belonged.
Then came bitter thoughts. He was supposed to be happy she was ported back home, to continue what they had all started out to finish regarding the Baskervilles, Leo, the Sealing Stones, and the mysteries of the Abyss. But while pleased for Sharon, he began to wonder when his turn would come. Three years away from Oz was rapidly approaching and his throat felt tight and head dizzy and heavy.
He needed to get back and yet here he was. All he could do was focus on cleaning the home, offering Aileen the now spare bedroom, preparing meals, and when the evening settled in and quiet fell upon the neighborhood he stepped out into the backyard and took long drags of his cigarette, watching the sun disappear from view. ]
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Hardly.
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If you cut off your finger, is it dangerous?
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I'd hardly call it dangerous.
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You can't always be so certain!
[ Wow, Shade, check your limb regrowth privilege with people who are going to lose an arm in the future. ]
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But I can! It's hardly something I haven't experimented with. It makes more sense that I would be more reckless though, doesn't it?
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[ WHAT KIND OF PERSON IS HE LIVING WITH? Is he doing it in the house, too? What if the others saw? That's got to be traumatic for some to witness! ]
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[ Seriously! He stepped back, Surprised at even the thought.,/small> ]
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... This conversation has gotten too disturbing.
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Has it?
Well.
[ He tapped his pipe against his foot, to clear it. ]
Perhaps it is time we head inside, yes?
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[ He can barely see the sun anymore in the distance, dark pink and purples stretching across the skyline. He can feel the temperature dropping down to a more pleasant and manageable condition. He wonders why the weather can't be like this all the time. Not too cold, not too hot, and tranquil. ]
Right; the bugs will start to come out soon.