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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 21, 2018 15:19:45 GMT -8
She chuckled bashfully. There was something a bit blank or phony about her,
like a character in a dream just before you wake up. Maybe some knowledge
that you were just moving her around like a doll. But some of the experience
was very vivid-- cold tiles, the clean fluffiness of a stark white towel she
handed you. She was attentive to you, and as modest as you wanted her to be. ((You recover 1 pt of stability. Anything you wish to say for yourself, Doctor?))
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 21, 2018 15:38:46 GMT -8
(Neurotic) It was good enough for me. The clean clothes and homely comforts were hard to resist. So was Diane. The patient-doctor relationship had been breached when she turned up in this hell. I would have to send her to a colleague anyway. So why stop denying myself? Giselle hadn't. It was hard to tell how much time past but the more time I spent with her, the less I felt like leaving. It was like some bizarre hotel. I didn't question where the roast had come from or her slightly odd behaviour. I was still curious about how she had come here but that could wait. My ankle was injured somehow, I could wait for it to heal. Finally as a comfortable routine had emerged, I decided to see what was outside this house. I shuffled to the window and looked out expecting to see more insects. Where were we?
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 21, 2018 15:45:07 GMT -8
She followed you, wearing a white robe that she had somehow summoned while you
were distracted. Outside it was raining hard now, sleet smeared over the windows
and made it hard to see, but it seemed there was a police car somewhere nearby--
the red and blue flashed like a distant dance party. It was quiet though, just the clatter
of the rain on the window. Not too violent yet, but it could change at any moment. Diane- "Should we eat? Maybe it would be nice." The food smell still hung in the air. It hadn't been so very long, the roast would
probably still be warm under that foil wrap.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 21, 2018 15:55:41 GMT -8
(Neurotic) Edmund- "Why not? We need our strength. Perhaps after it's stopped raining. We should go. I mean, as lovely as this is. We can't stay housebound." It felt damn good to have a clean suit despite the tears. I headed to the oven and took the roast out of the oven and began preparing it for our plates.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 21, 2018 16:07:31 GMT -8
Diane- "I guess so, but the rain... I wish I didn't have to go."
The warmth of the oven was pleasant, though the house wasn't exceptionally cold.
It was heavy as you lifted it to the counter. The warm bath had eased your muscles
but you were still so sore... Diane- "First-- Edmund. You should wash your hands before you eat." She was behind you. Something odd about her voice. Something that gave you the
feeling that you shouldn't turn around yet.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 21, 2018 16:19:38 GMT -8
(Neurotic) Edmund- "Diane? Uh sure... I guess..." Why couldn't these things just keep up the charade a little longer? Maybe she was a germaphobe... I was pretty sure that would have come up in therapy. Shit. I looked to the side of myself for the sink to avoid looking behind. I side shuffled towards the sink and began washing my hands. Would it be enough?Edmund- "Is it lamb? Or beef? Heh... Does hell even have those?" My wet hands shook a little.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 21, 2018 16:27:16 GMT -8
Diane (?) - "Good. Now we can have dinner together. Have a little talk." She moved behind you, opening up cupboards to fetch plates like she knew exactly where they were. "It's just a chuck roast. It was on sale this week. Cook it low and slow, even if it's cheap it'll turn out." That was definitely not Diane. This woman had a scratchier voice, like a
longtime smoker.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 21, 2018 16:35:43 GMT -8
(Neurotic) I put my hands over my eyes and inwardly shuddered. I went back to the roast and lifted the foil. It was one thing to cheat on your wife with someone you knew but a stranger? As long as she wasn't a demon, it wasn't so bad right? Oh god. Never again. I would go home and never so much as look at another woman.Edmund- "You're not Diane. Why? I'm sure you could have talked to me without doing that. Uh where do you want the roast? Should I carve it first?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 21, 2018 17:03:26 GMT -8
Who?- "Diane--? Oh, her. No, you slept with yourself, don't worry about that." Under the tin foil you saw a very normal roast beef surrounded by baby carrot and sliced
new potatoes. The meat was already sliced through, it just needed to be served. A woman
moved by you to lay the plates out on the counter. She was probably your age, with dyed
black hair pulled back in a ponytail. She wore a grey sweatshirt and pale blue mom jeans.
No shoes. She winced as her socks soaked into the puddles Diane had left behind.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 21, 2018 17:10:03 GMT -8
(Neurotic) I burst out laughing, probably more hysterically than I should have. I began serving out the roast still giggling. Edmund- "That's actually a relief. Don't have to worry about explaining it to the wife, or living with the guilt. At least the roast is real, right? You know who I am. Ah who do I have the pleasure of enjoying this meal with?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 21, 2018 17:20:49 GMT -8
The woman smiled like she wasn't used to doing it. Who?- "Well, aren't you a breath of fresh air. Your friends are just no fun. Call me Lisa."
You sat out the plain white dishes on the bare table and she sat across from you.
You had a distant memory of there being blood splashed on the wall behind her. ((roll 2d10+reason to recall that name))
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 21, 2018 17:25:23 GMT -8
(Neurotic) I sat down and began eating heartily, putting a polite hand over my mouth as I spoke.Edmund- "Hmm you're not Mills' mother are you? She died didn't she? In the bath... tub. That I just bathed in... Oh dear. Sorry. That was uh disrespectful. Lovely roast by the way. You've met the others? Who? I was with the young lass Harriet before I ended up here. " It was clean right? I looked down at myself to make sure.snGM9PDu+ +0 ·
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 21, 2018 20:53:51 GMT -8
She didn't really eat, just pushed her food around the plate in a decent enough
pantomime. Lisa- "That's me. A bit hard to admit though, he didn't turn out as well as a mother would hope. Yes. I talked to a sturdy black gentleman and that... lawyer. You'd have a field day with that one's thoughts, let me tell you. Would you like a drink? We have milk and red wine. I'm afraid it's a bit cheap, but you know the economy."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 22, 2018 1:00:08 GMT -8
(Neurotic) I leaned forward conspiratorially at the mention of the lawyer. Edmund- "Mmmm the security guard, didn't much like me. Neither did the lawyer for that matter. So they're both still alive huh. Shame about the lawyer but he'd be at home with the insects. What did you see? In his mind I mean. I'm curious. Just ah for professional reasons." I grasped at my calf suddenly groaning with pain. What was going on with these chairs?Edmund- "Sorry. These chairs keep messing with my legs. I must be sitting wrong. Mills' mother... You mothers get all the blame. He was still blaming you even now. I think the problem is he won't admit to his own wrong doings. Though he did say you sold him to a demon and then there's your daughter." She'd mentioned wine too." Oh! Red wine would be lovely. Just the bottle if you're not having any. Sorry my mind is a little scattered right now."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 22, 2018 1:08:21 GMT -8
She chuckled at your antics, and got up to fetch a bottle from
the top cupboard. Lisa- "You know, you'd think someone like that lawyer could be useful. He could, in the right context. He would have been a good hitman in another life. But that's not what She needs. Anyway, I'm not going to proselytize to you." She brought the bottle to the table. It was the kind with a screw-on lid."I don't think I'm any different than a Christian who drags her children to church. Maybe it isn't quite fair to not let them choose, but not doing anything is just as much of a choice. Do you think this experience tonight has changed any of your spiritual views?" She sat across from you and gave you a thoughtful look, like she was a reporter
tossing you a softball question.
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