week 1 - day 2

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murder manor week one



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Anastasia Romanov | Ballroom » 8 AM | Music Room » 4 PM

[tsarcasm]

Ballroom » 8 AM
[ Sitting at one of the tables, Anya's picking at her breakfast as she stares out across the room, looking thoughtful and perhaps a bit dejected. Sleeping on a chair next to her is Pooka. ]

Music Room » 4 PM
[ Anastasia's sitting on the piano bench, leafing through sheet music with a frown. Atop the piano sits a small jeweled box. Periodically she'll throw the papers to the ground, frustrated, and grab the next few. From time to time she'll turn to the piano and play several measures, but doesn't seem satisfied by any of them. ] Ugh...

Ballroom

[godwhisperer]

[At some point while she's looking across the room, he'll approach, quietly, behind her. There's a good chance she'll just notice him standing there, looking serious.]

[tsarcasm]

[ She turns and practically falls out of her chair. ]

W-Whoa! You know, it's polite to tell people when you're approaching instead of just sneaking up on them! Buuuut they probably don't teach you that in occult school or whatever, do they.

[godwhisperer]

You ought to learn to sense those who approach you. You will become a target if you do not develop your ability to see the presence of auras.

[What does he even want.]

I have been considering your issue.

[tsarcasm]

[ Yeah, she's... just going to ignore his first comment. ]

Issue? What issue? Oh wait, you mean your oh-so-unimportant secret that you decided wasn't fit for mortal ears like mine?

[godwhisperer]

Hah?

No, you are not ready for that. This is the matter of the inadequacy of selection for canine health. I have prepared a selection of foods which shall be sufficient for his diet.

1/2

[tsarcasm]

...What.

[ That was not what she was expecting. ]

[tsarcasm]

I'm sorry, we're stuck in a creepy mansion where we're all expected to kill each other to get our missing memories back and you're worrying about my dog's diet?

[godwhisperer]

[Wow, looking kind of surprised, maybe hurt by her reaction.]

We...we may be here indefinitely! Have you no regard for his proper nutrition? His digestion will be overtaken by grave disaster!

[tsarcasm]

[ Oh… she wasn’t really expecting that reaction, either. She’ll at least try to soften her reply with a smile. ]

I found him in the snow and he’s come across half a dozen countries with me without a problem, I think he’s pretty hardy.

Besides, have you seen the kitchen here? I don’t think he’s in any danger. Unless he eats too much and makes himself sick.

[godwhisperer]

Hnn...even so, he should have a varied diet, so...

[Just pulling a paper bag from his coat and shoving it at her.]

That is for him, do with it as you will.

[tsarcasm]

[ She blinks for a moment, then takes the offered bag. ]

This is...? [ Opening it and peeking inside. ]

[godwhisperer]

[Inside is a wrapped up bowl of what seems to be cut up vegetables, scrambled egg, and rice.]

It is sustenance. You are his master and it is of course your right to determine he has no need to eat of the formula of a stranger. But I have prepared meals for canines innumerable, and...I have been attempting to formulate meals for my own beasts and was struck with the thought of your noble hound.

[tsarcasm]

I... Thank you. [ Not going to admit it, but she's actually... kinda touched. ] You... you really like animals, huh?