Quest 316

[primrosella]

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[It may be a day of performances on the Network, but at the moment, Rosella (who is thankfully uncursed) has other things on her mind. As such, she's out by the Drowning Pool--or as close as she dares to get, given the ghoulish commotion that was taking place there in recent days.

But of course, one doesn't have to get particularly close to see what's risen from the depths, does one.]

What in the world could they mean to do with all this again...

[And that's a thought that will linger like a stormcloud as she ponders the newly resurrected prison--and all the terrible memories that accompany it--before eventually heading back into the City proper.]

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[misterblackbird]

[Cain is still recovering from his bout with the Ghoul Flu--he's thinner and paler than he's been of late (because that is, somehow, actually possible). But there are things to be done and the curse isn't so terrible today that he can't still go and do them (even if he had to endure someone recording a "How To Shop" video in the midst of one of the stores. He was almost in a wretched mood--cold, tired, still weak and weary, put out over the curse (no matter how mild it is)...

...until he saw a familiar red cloak pass by.]

[ooc: ♥! I was going to email you today to say hello and send good wishes and all, but here you are! It's like you read my mind ;;]

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[primrosella]

[It's nice to be out in the fresh (albeit cold) air again; she's largely spent the past weeks in hiding, putting the ever-present stockade of supplies in the Warehouse to good use and--for once--keeping herself well out of harm's way, the way so many people have tried to convince her to before. But today it's quiet save for the curse, and she's been in the City long enough that days of silly curses are only slightly more burdensome than ones with no curse at all.

And of course, spotting a familiar face in the crowd is no burden at all.]

Why, hello there.


[OOC: Clearly you summoned me with your mind powers! And now here I am. ♥]

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[misterblackbird]

[It's been a difficult season--more than a season, really, from October through to now. But, still: a familiar face. And Cain actually smiles.]

Hello to you too, Rosella.

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[primrosella]

[Is she entitled to fuss a bit? He's paler and thinner, that ought to warrant a fair amount of fussing.

Earning a smile is really rather nice, though, too.]

Are you up to your usual errands, then? I've been out awhile now, myself--and as nice as it is just to be out, it's still rather cold enough to want to get back in someplace warm after long.

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[misterblackbird]

[Oh, fuss away. He'd probably enjoy it right about now...]

I am, though more than usual. We--I, I suppose, since I think He-Who-Kills looks after himself most of the time, so...I was running low on a few things and, well, now seemed as good a time as any to go and fetch them.

I'm rather glad to be out myself, after the start of the month and everything.

But--if you're cold, you know, I'm sure there's someplace we could stop into for a cup of tea.

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[primrosella]

I've been doing the same, here and there. The past few weeks were...well. It goes without saying, I suppose.

[Then fussing he shall have. In its preliminary form, she'll be looking him over and pursing her lips a bit at the pallor.]

And it rather looks as though I'm not the only one who's cold, goodness. Let's both get inside; I think hot tea and something to eat would do both of us a great deal of good, really.

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[misterblackbird]

Yes, it really does go without saying. Indeed, it's better left unsaid.

[He'll endure it--maybe even enjoy it a little? He's more glad than he's said to see that she looks completely unharmed and well.]

I quite agree. Shall we?

[And he offers her his arm~]

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[othersdie]

Whatever it is, I hope it doesn't involve us.

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[primrosella]

[It's not something she's necessarily proud of, hiding out so thoroughly for so long. But it kept her safe and well, maybe sometimes it really is better to be a little less proud and out of trouble, as opposed to determined to be in the middle of things and making all sorts of trouble for it.]

Of course.

[It's familiar and practiced, the way she takes his arm--and if she shivers, it's because of the cold, and not because of the way his touch once poisoned her.]

I've been out by the Drowning Pool, you know.

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[primrosella]

I hope so too, but there's really no telling, is there? Especially not after the way it sank in the first place.

[lupusalpha]

[He smelled her long before he sees her, in a red cloak, like a bad joke.

He doesn't say anything, though. He knows she'll see him but it doesn't bother him at all.]

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[othersdie]

Where you there when it sank?

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[misterblackbird]

[There's something to be said for creating a fortress for oneself sometimes. Certainly, Cain knows that well.]

Have you? [He knows what that means. He hasn't seen it himself yet, but there's word around...] Anything interesting going on there these days?

[primrosella]

[Once upon a time there lived a girl that everyone called Little Red Riding Hood...]

Hello...?

[It's hardly unusual to run into other people out here, but they don't often move so silently, or stay so reserved.]

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[primrosella]

In a sense. I wasn't in the prison--that is, I wasn't one of the prisoners, but I knew people who were, and I was trying to help.

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[primrosella]

[She holds his arm a little tighter, because she remembers.]

The sunken prison--it's been raised again. I'd heard that it might've, but I didn't know for certain until I went out to see for myself.

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[misterblackbird]

[And he draws her a little closer and rests his hand on hers...]

I heard the same--I wondered if it was really true. I suppose it is. Does it seem as though... Does it look as though it's being used?.

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[primrosella]

I don't know. I didn't dare get too close, and stayed behind the trees whenever I could.

[Albeit in a bright red cloak, but still. Evergreens and dead branches are much better cover than simply standing out on the banks of the Pool like a cardinal against the cold gray winter.]

I couldn't see much. Just that it was there, and--I thought something might've moved, but it might've just been a trick of the light.

[lupusalpha]

[He considers not answering her, for a moment, but finally he sighs and clears his throat]

It's dangerous out here, you know.

[primrosella]

[Of all the ways to start a conversation...]

It's rather a bit dangerous most everywhere lately, isn't it? And I hadn't meant to stay long, anyway. I only wanted a look out over the water.

[lupusalpha]

[It is for Derek]

See anything?

[primrosella]

[Gosh that sounds almost exactly like what a werewolf would say.]

That building out there, the prison. It was sunk a long time ago, and now they've brought it back.

[lupusalpha]

It's a prison? For people who live here?

[primrosella]

That's right. A very long time ago, there was someone with the power to put people in there--rather like a sheriff, except that the people in the City would elect him every so often. Now there's simply the police, and they haven't had use of it since the Deities sank it.

[lupusalpha]

And now?