[Her room practically bordered the study. This suited her just fine; Susan expected she would be spending a great deal of time in there in the coming weeks. ...Provided she didn't stop breathing anytime soon. After dining in the ballroom (she would stare at the tables until the food appeared/disappeared one of these days), she retires back upstairs, presenting an outwardly calm demeanor.
She leaves the door open and briefly casts about for the others in the house before settling into a chair with her notebook and a pen. She works absentmindedly, her concentration not fully on her task.
It remained very vexing not to remember what it was that she had lost. Judging from the reactions of her fellow guests, it would be something quite important, and yet, every piece of her life seemed to be in place. Her schooling days, the untimely passing of her parents, her time as a governess and schoolteacher, that absurd situation with the Hogfather, the later situation with the perfect timekeeper. And people? Surely not a soul was missing. Anyone memorable in her life was accounted for; she had a perfect memory, after all. Even more recent figures like that terribly strange clock fellow and the Auditor made human, that pathetic creature, Myria Lejean. They weren't particularly important to her, but... Still, they remained. Her thoughts were as well organized as a card catalog; she took pride in the perfect precision of her mental faculties. Yes, indeed, everything was in place. Even up to that moment, the one she had, if she admitted to herself, avoided thinking about, for she always secretly feared that it would slip away if she tried to grasp it too tightly, like smoke in the wind. And yet, perhaps, from time to time, she could permit herself to dwell on it. Dwell on it... and... that person.....
That person -- That person who was..............]
-- Damnation!
[That probably came out louder than she intended it to.]
Susan Sto Helit | Study | 10AM
She leaves the door open and briefly casts about for the others in the house before settling into a chair with her notebook and a pen. She works absentmindedly, her concentration not fully on her task.
It remained very vexing not to remember what it was that she had lost. Judging from the reactions of her fellow guests, it would be something quite important, and yet, every piece of her life seemed to be in place. Her schooling days, the untimely passing of her parents, her time as a governess and schoolteacher, that absurd situation with the Hogfather, the later situation with the perfect timekeeper. And people? Surely not a soul was missing. Anyone memorable in her life was accounted for; she had a perfect memory, after all. Even more recent figures like that terribly strange clock fellow and the Auditor made human, that pathetic creature, Myria Lejean. They weren't particularly important to her, but... Still, they remained. Her thoughts were as well organized as a card catalog; she took pride in the perfect precision of her mental faculties. Yes, indeed, everything was in place. Even up to that moment, the one she had, if she admitted to herself, avoided thinking about, for she always secretly feared that it would slip away if she tried to grasp it too tightly, like smoke in the wind. And yet, perhaps, from time to time, she could permit herself to dwell on it. Dwell on it... and... that person.....
That person -- That person who was..............]
-- Damnation!
[That probably came out louder than she intended it to.]
You damnably clever vipers.