To Swing Away
3rd of November 2006 A.D.
"Come one, lets get a coffee..." On your way out of the house you meet Jared's watery gaze, your power itching to look into the shadows on his soul.
What does Jared Wilson, most regret, what's his shame? There is certainly no lack of speculation in your mind's eye, but shame isn't guilt or sin. As weapons in the arena of words that one is more of a shotgun with anything and you do not hunt skunks with shotguns.
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Though you do get the drink in question the Starbucks doesn't hold you long, half empty at this hour on a Friday might and filled with curious looks and worse yet the beefy back of a reddish neck that marks Colin from school. Seven foot two and broad enough to still look squat, a perpetual squint on his face from refusing to wear glasses and a buzz cut that leaves only a down or blond hair on the top of his head Colin is proof manifest that you should not judge a book by its cover... unfortunately in this case it is because he is the worst and probably most malicious gossip on school and he happens to know Rosie from before. Having any kind of talk with him in earshot is a guarantee you are going yo hear three versions of it by breakfast, all of them unflattering.
Since you are not
quite petty enough to evict him from the premises you and Rosie decide to find some other out of the way place to talk. After a bit of a drive you eventually decide on Humboldt Park over on the West Side, mostly for the pair of swings you spy with no kids nearby.
"Watch this," you mutter under your breath as the seat you're on takes a bit of a green glow
"Molly!" Rosie's laugh is muffled with laughter. "Someone's going to see this!"
"Just a trick of the light," you offer with a wink. "That or the Little Folk, either way no one's going to bother us."
For a few minutes you just swing before your friend breaks the silence: "So we're really doing this. Me working for you... you know truth time I actually thought of saying no, but it's not just for me is it?" Her hand drifts towards the obvious baby bump. "I just hope I can do something useful."
"Don't worry about it, really don't..." you add when you see her look dubious. "I see a lot of George Washington these days, but me and him are not in a committed relationship you know."
"George Washing..." she gets the joke and laughs a little.
"I could
make that diamond from Titanic, the Heart of Leonardo DiCaprio or whatever. It's other stuff I 's short on, favors, information access to magical libraries that are more recent than the Bronze Age."
"That is a no on the diamond though if you could magic up Leonardo DiCaprio I wouldn't say no," she giggles, then just kind of stops looking somber.
For your part you had been bracing for Usum to explain some dreadful means to clone Hollywood stars, but thankfully he seems to have gotten that she isn't serious from context. Progress. Now if only Rosie were inclined to say what's bugging her... "Come on spill."
"It's nothing," she says quickly, familiar territory
"It's not nothing."
"It's stupid." She starts to swing.
"I'll be the judge of that," you say in your best mock-stern voice.
"Talking like this, it got me thinking of before..." she sighs and says again. "I remembered how excited we all were at maybe going to the World Horror convention in Toronto next year and now there isn't any all left, just me and you and I'm going to have a three month old baby by then. It's all changed hasn't it?"
What do you reply?
[] Nannies exist. Do you remember being three months old? I don't, the baby will be fine, won't even know you were gone
Promise to go to World Horror Con next March
[] Yeah they have. Listen did Sandra ever say anything odd to you... or just anything that sticks out in your mind? It could be important.
Question Rosie about Sandra Marling, potential pawn of Nemesis
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OOC: Had a bit of time, figured you guys could use another post since the last update was pretty slow.