Turn 5 (October 26th-November 1st)
One drink wasn't really enough in a factual sense, but it was enough in a logical one, and so Cora Graves tried to figure out just what to do. Her son was gone though he hadn't run away from home, she hoped.
Jason Smiles *was* gone, and quite possibly had run away from home because the boy, besides apparently being someone who was making out with her son, was also someone whose self-esteem and sense of safety hung on the loosest of threads. She knew that Jason had always been nervous about how he was unable to read her mind.
It made him unsteady and uncertain around her, not that he was particularly...and that was another point to consider. Could he read Jonathan's mind? It was not something she had thought to ask, or rather she never mixed it.
She slumped further into her couch. She'd in fact tried to keep her various lives separate. The her that she showed to Jonathan was different than the one that she showed to Jason, and neither included, of course, the assassinations, spying, and blackmail that she routinely engaged on with very few moral qualms.
It had been so obvious, but she had not looked at it with the eyes of a Chancellor. Jonathan Graves, who was freaked out about the disappearance of his best friend. And sure, it could have merely been a best friend, but in retrospect...well, Frankie could have been a crush or could have been more.
Or it could have been nothing. And Jason seduced her son, turned him…
She stood at once, and looked down at herself as if she were a snake about to strike. That thought, she wasn't…
She wasn't her parents. She'd finished with the past. She'd conquered it.
Her parents were racists. She'd come closer than perhaps she had thought at the time to searching for more with King Stoneguts.
Her parents were sexist; she was now one of the most powerful women in St. Louis.
Her parents were drunks; she only drank once in a while...out of politeness even then.
Even if she could use another drink right about now.
Her parents were poor and she had wealth now to go with her power.
In the realm, she had cared for the dead. She had been a servant, had been helpless and nothing, but that had taught her to move past it, to not be dragged down by the hungry dead.
She was past all of it. She had buried her past and it was gone. Other Changelings clung to their past, but the only part of it she didn't regret was Jonathan.
Cora Graves was not a woman haunted by her past, for all that she saw ghosts. She wasn't someone who had allowed Arcadia to do what it did to others, destroy them.
Because she'd already been destroyed when she was taken, and the house seemed empty and cold and dull as she paced upstairs, thinking.
Upstairs Eva's room was open, and inside Jacques was hovering over the note.
"What is it?" she asked, and she knew her voice did not have the cold and command that was how she was supposed to look at the world.
"A letter for you," Jacques said. "Jeanne distracted me. I shall retrieve her body if you so wish." His voice was gruff, and yet oddly kind. "I...heard. Knew."
"You knew?"
"That your son was a sodomite," Jacques said, "Could...kill Jason Smiles."
"No," Cora Graves said.
Jacques looked at her and for a moment his dark, pinched, strong features seemed to register a thought so vile and slippery that she almost lashed out at him. "Pater familias," he muttered.
Cora stepped through him to look at the note.
"I hope you can understand, and I apologize, but I cannot stand idly by while the world falls apart. I feel as if I have been called to act, for the one that you know as the Fiddler, for I have had dreams of him, must be stopped. I go now to help bury the honored dead and set to peace the souls of the fallen. I know you understand this.
May all go well, and may we meet again soon, Eva."
Cora Graves turned and said, "Jeanne!"
Jeanne appeared, slipping through the doorway, looking nervous. "Y-yes."
"You knew," Cora stated, not asked. "You knew and you let her get away. You couldn't even stop a woman from leaving this...my own house. I suspect her possessions have been packed as well, and that she will prove hard to follow, at least without actually investing resources we do not have to spend."
"B-but she said it was for the best."
"I am in charge of you. You. Obey. Me," Cora Graves said quietly, keeping the emotion from her voice. Jeanne still started sniffling, "I forgive you, but you should consider in the future…"
The phone rang. Of course it did. She schooled her voice and took a deep breath and answered the phone, "Hello?"
"Well, you see," Mayor Booster said, "It's like this. Someone said 'Hey, I can make a good clown, and clowns are scary and funny, right?' So now we have a clown who is going to be performing at the big masquerade ball. Juggling and something? Anyways, so we were thinking, clowns are scary and horrible but we can't really turn him down, you know? It'd be rude to his feelings."
"Jonathan loves clowns," Cora said. Indeed, he never got how Cora Graves had once thought they were scary before she'd seen real fear, and he didn't understand how anyone at all could be afraid of them when they were so amusing to him. "What is the problem?
"Are you okay?"
Cora was frustrated that he was able to tell, when she'd been very carefully removing any negative emotions from her voice, but still.
"I am fine. So, what is the problem?"
"Are you sure."
"I am entirely and completely sure," Cora said, "The problem?"
"Well, I can handle it myself," Mayor Booster said, "I'm sorry for disturbing you. Tell Jonathan I said hi."
Cora Graves put down the phone.
Night would fall soon, she should be getting ready for a full night of work.
Instead, she laid down and tried to focus, to think through everything she had to do and would do. By the time she'd done that, Jonathan still wasn't home, so she got up from his bed, wondering if she should have searched him more closely, and padded into her room and closed the door. Locked it to.
It was ten before she heard the door open downstairs, but no lights went on, and after a while she heard the sound of a car driving away. Just grabbing something? Staying over at his friend's until it blows over?
What blows over? What did it matter whatever his business was?
Admittedly she was glad she'd walked in then and not a few minutes later, because sometime in those hours of meticulous planning she'd realized that while she'd never been as foolish as Jonathan with King Stoneguts, that she'd seen those moments before. Or been in them.
Even the gestures, the movements...they weren't unfamiliar. She wasn't a robot, she wasn't...she had emotions, she just. And she couldn't even finish the sentence, couldn't figure out the right words, and that was something unfamiliar.
Cora Graves shook, and the thoughts kept on dissolving and coming back until at last she tried to retreat into the dreams as she always did.
But instead only nightmares came.
Issue #1 Absalom, Absalom
The Son
[] Talk to him first/immediately.
-[] Topics/specific approach? When to talk to him, how to find him, etc?
[] You know, maybe...King Stoneguts could talk to him. Surely he...has a better grasp of all of this.
[] Talk to his friends and others first, maybe try to figure a...few things out.
[] Wait until Jason Smiles is tracked down and talk to Jonathan with him, waiting on the conversation.
[] Write-in.
The Lover
[] Have King Stoneguts track him down and maybe talk to him.
[] Mayor Booster *could* be asked for a favor, though it'd compromise a few...things. Some of the barrier between the Prophet Circle and the rest of the Freehold.
[] Have Augusta track him down.
[] Ask Roy Taylor to deal with it.
[] Search for him personally.
[] Write-in.
Issue #2 Late to the Party?
Which is emphasized in party planning? (Place Order)
[] Security.
[] Making sure all the guests show up.
[] Entertainment.
[] Monitoring all members of the Freehold at all possible times.
[] Focus on the Sorcerer's Gathering...
Issue #3: Before the Battle
Simple question: Does Cora participate in the battle or its planning, or leave that to others?
[] Planning. (Gains insights/bonuses to that phase.)
[] Battle.
[] Both.
[] Neither, other things to do.
Issue #4: Lost Buddhist, Call 816…
[] Do not search for her.
[] Search for her…
-[]Set Roy Taylor on her. (Cannot use if used him above.)
-[] Set Augusta on her (cannot...etc)
-[] Ask King Stoneguts to get involved.
-[] Search herself (if taken with others splits time some)
-[] Jeanne let her get away, Jeanne can track her down…
-[] Write-in.
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A/N: trying something different. There will be further votes later on, as things hash out and etc, etc. There's going to be a lot of shit going down, to the point where it'll be almost constant war/diplomacy/something turn.
I decided to post this now, maybe 16 hours early or whatever, because I wanted it in advance if where the voters in the other Quest learn about what *would* have happened to Marble Arch if the shift hadn't happened.