Turn 6--A
Cora Graves could have in fact read more books on the subject before confronting Jonathan. She could have researched all week, and come to him with a whole host of arguments. After all, the statistics on the importance of safe sex was readily available, at least in terms of the efficacy of condoms and the problems that in fact plagued certain such actions.
There was a factual hypocrisy there in one sense. She had practiced continuously unsafe sex, had probably shared needles, and it was more a fluke than anything that she did not die young. In fact, without her trip to Arcadia, as much as she hated it, she wouldn't have survived to see Jonathan grow as old as he had. She wouldn't have managed to push through her desire and her addictions.
The first week after she'd been taking, wondering the halls free the dead, she'd been strung out. She'd been angry and irritable and she hadn't been able to sleep, growing gaunt and then pale and eventually dead with it. And that wasn't counting the booze DTs, and the issue with the heroin…
There was a reason that she only drank a little and had not tried anything like that again.
So, she could have taken her time, instead...instead, with how busy she knew she was going to be, she decided to hurry.
And that hurrying had already led to mistakes, even as it launched several investigations into the aether. She had set her best people onto the Fiddle matter, and a team of lawyers on the Accords, and she was going to oversee both personally.
Eva, on the other hand...wanted to go abroad, because she felt as if she was feeling something that might draw her away. For the moment at least, Cora Graves was not sure whether this was a good idea or not, but it would be a risk, and more than that, Cora needed to have Eva on her side. Ultimately, in fact, the more she thought about it, the more she thought the request, that she be allowed to go abroad, was premature.
Buddhism wasn't a faith which could only be practiced at one special location, and so she felt as if Eva was making a mistake, a big one.
And on top of all of that, Jonathan came back home to see her sitting on the couch and said, "Mom, what is it?"
She stood up and said, "I've...well, I know that you and Jason have been...having sex."
Her father had called AIDs the Gay Plague. She had watched and known people who died of it. Many people, because that was back during the 80s, when it really was a plague.
"W-what?" Jonathan said, "Mom, it's not--"
He was blushing, and he shifted a little as she pressed the point, "I just want to make sure you're employing emotionally and physically safe."
Jonathan frowned and stepped forward, "You mean, using a condom?"
Of all of the images she didn't need right now, dealing with a dozen fires at once, this was not one of them. In fact, everything related to Jason "Smiles" and his relationship with Jonathan. "Yes. Among other things. Just keeping safe generally, making sure to get tested regularly for STDs, commonsense measures that--"
"I know about, mom," Jonathan interrupted, and if it were other settings she would have given one of her icy smiles and shown him his place. But then, Jonathan was always special. She'd known when he was too young to think of boys or girls or anyone like that, or like anything at all. And now he was...in a sexual relationship.
It wasn't like what she'd gotten into. Freebasing while running the bases, A-bombs and back to backs, a pure pharmacy of polydrugs, nonsense and twaddle in its worst forms. She'd gotten clean...or clean enough, while she was pregnant. But she'd drank, every now and then, though luckily it hadn't seemed to have done anything. At the time she might have thought it did, despite her knowledge now of the human body.
And then, once he was gone and adopted out, she'd gone right back to it...right into the arms of a True Fae, as it turned out.
"Still, there are things to cover. I was sexually active as well when I was your age, but I made a lot of mistakes," she said.
"I know, I know. You drank a little too much, at a few too many parties, and it caught up to you," Jonathan said, as if reciting it by rote, "And you briefly sobered up to have me, and then went right back to drinking, but you're not that...."
Cora Graves shook her head, "One day, Jonathan, I'll actually tell you the truth the first time you ask it. I did worse than that, but what matters is that you don't seem to be making my mistakes, but now that you're having sex, you still need to be careful. With your emotions, as well. It's easy to get invested in someone once you're…"
Again, she trailed off. It was once more an annoying fact of her life that she wasn't the person with her son that she was with literally everyone else.
"Having sex with them?" Jonathan asked, blushing.
"Yes. Not that I think it's…" Cora began, "Just…"
"Mom, if you use Mr. Stoneguts as an example, I'm running up into my room and listening to loud music," Jonathan said, gravely.
"As is your right as a teenager," Cora said, managing to recover, just a little bit, "So allow me to just run through a few salient points."
They made it about halfway through when Jason arrived to see what was going on...at which point Cora Graves began to reconsider whether she should give this full talk to both of them when they were together. It was probably overreach, and so she allowed a grateful Jonathan to skip off, with a, "Dinner in an hour, and if you have homework, get to it!"
Jason stood there, nervously, rubbing at his scar. He still looked as thin as he had gotten in the few days of torment, and there was something a little high-strung now about him. Not as bad as it could be, but enough that she wondered if it'd stick with him forever. He blanched and edged back from her, but she only turned away and said, "I'll be looking for an apartment for you soon, if you don't mind."
"N-no ma'am," he said, quietly, and she stalked off to do some work.
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Of course, she also called Stoneguts, of course she did.
"It sounds rough," Stoneguts said. "Then again, I would not know how to talk about a son I don't have about my drug use, let alone working my way through…" He trailed off, and the point was made, quite logically. Of all of the people who had problems, it probably wasn't Jonathan, as long as they used condoms.
He used a condom? Cora had no idea which of them...or whether they took…
She had no idea and no inclination to know.
Stoneguts point was that if anything she was the woman with problems and issues, and that'd always be true. So maybe she should trust him. "I know what you are implying. And it is true. I am not always…"
A good mother? A decent mother? The sort of mother she was supposed to be?
"What were you going to say?" Stoneguts asked.
"A good mother. As good as Jonathan is as a son."
"What about that time he ruined your stove trying to make a mud pie?" Stoneguts asked.
Cora found herself smiling. After a certain point, even the things that had made her furious--though she had hidden it well--became funny. It might not have been if she'd been worse off, of course, instead of independently wealthy. "Hey, he's a good kid regardless. And of course that is your point," Cora said, drolly.
"You know me too well," Stoneguts said, and there was something like regret there, "I'm going to be a while longer. I have two people to rescue."
Cora pushed away all other thoughts, and nodded, "Have you thought about how to get to them?"
"I have," Stoneguts began, "And…"
How does he get to the Nevernever? (Choose a first choice and backup if it falls through)
[] Gabriella is exhausted, and yet perhaps she could be convinced to help them return, since it should be nearby, being in New Orleans and all.
[] Search New Orleans for another Wizard or the like, perhaps willing to help out...maybe with Gabe's pleas added to it all?
[] Return quickly to St. Louis to look for someone capable of opening a rift.
[] Write-in.
Besides another Winter Court team, who is brought along? (Choose 1)
[] Summer court fighters.
[] Fall court Sorcerers.
[] Some people from down in New Orleans, some mercenaries.
[] The Carnival Court owes relatively little to Marble Arch, but little is not something.
[] The Liturgical Courts owe a little more to Marble Arch...though in rejecting the somewhat connected Faith Court, Cora Graves might have made Stoneguts job harder, despite the relative credit he has with religious Changelings in general.
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A/N: And so, here we go. Some good rolls, some incredibly bad rolls, including a total failure on the Eva roll.