[ action | closed ] backdated to early evening
23 October 2011 at 10:23 am
[all day she'd waited, sitting in elliot's room (on his bed, to be precise), flipping through the stack of books that ungrateful servant had left behind. he hadn't been in bed when she'd checked in late last night and she'd been tempted to go storming off in search of him (now that she was no longer chained at home, she had the freedom to go wherever she wanted whenever she damn well pleased) but she'd been just the tiniest bit tipsy, not to mention that her headache had progressively gotten worse over the course of the evening. so instead of staying up vigilantly in elliot's room.....she'd fallen asleep sprawled on his bed, sleeping in and (conveniently?) missing the chaos of the morning.

she hadn't left the room all day (except for a quick run to the ladies' room) because what if elliot returned while she was gone searching for him? but.....he hadn't and she'd reached the point where she was half-furious and half-worried sick. that servant had disappeared a few days before...what if elliot had gone and done something irrational? he always had been very hotheaded, and it was all the fault of that damn servant. him and the vessalius boy both.

that was probably what it was, actually. elliot had been brainwashed by that blonde boy - that boy he supposedly was friends with (she didn't believe that, not for a second) - to do something utterly stupid. with the servant out of the picture, the only one left was vessalius, and they always had been the enemy of the nightrays. it all made sense. but if that boy had done anything to elliot, she would kill him with her own two hands.

it's by sheer dumb luck and maybe the tiiiiniest bit of stalkery days earlier that the first (unlocked) door she shoves open happens to belong to oz himself.]


What did you do with Elliot?!
[Action] [Open] [Backdated to late afternoon]
23 October 2011 at 06:14 pm
[In the late afternoon, Erik strolls along the beach, free of his ball and chain. He pulls his hand out of his pocket, and floats the bottle caps he took from drinks at the club around him. It's almost relaxing, and not a very strong use of his powers, so he makes them rotate faster and faster. He considers flinging one at the dome… but that probably would either do nothing or be a very bad idea.]

[So, he sends them whizzing ahead of him into the sand and pulls them back, playing target practice with imaginary enemies.]

[Bother him?]