Morningstar Manor

Logan had come home from school and raided the cupboard, only to find the fudge covered graham crackers he'd bought were gone. It had taken three days and he'd only managed to snag five of the cookies out of the package... Rolling his eyes he chucked the plastic tray in the trash and went down to the Mocha.

After standing in line and talking with Joy a little, he settled at a table with a plate of chocolate chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk. There was a little white box next to his things, to take home. If the empty cookie container at home was any reflection of the stresses at the department, chocolate would not stay in the apartment for long.

He watched the people in the Mocha and the people walking by. There was a newspaper laying nearby, it's bold print announcing no new leads in the case of the two slain teens. This was likely the cause of the lengthy conversations on paying attention to detail, not accepting rides from strangers, and the patent "drugs are bad" speech from Dad, he thought, averting his eyes from the bold print.

... containing a note saying 'Thanks for the great time the other day!' with an illegible signature.

And a box of finest hand-made French chocolates from a small chocolatier's in Besancon.

However, each of the chocolates contains, carefully put into its base of seemingly solid chocolate, a thin piece of wheaten wafer -- a sacrificial host, especially stolen from a Catholic church in Peru.-



[[OOC: This is a follow-up from this quiet vendetta which has been going on during the Quiet Time, so some muns might not have noticed there was great evil brewing...]]

Erin was sitting in the lobby for no purpose other than to people watch. As she sat she listened half attentively as Nightwish played on her ipod. It was a relatively new band (to her at least) that she'd heard on her trip, so she was listening to it continually.

Bethan tapped the last few keys and closed the patient records of the little boy she'd just seen. Once again, the poor little mite had a terrible ear infection - it looked like there was going to be some surgery needed, because he got them far too often just to keep giving him anti-biotics as if they were candy. She pulled up the next patient's record, while she buzzed for reception to send them in. Indrani Saxena, who was just coming in for a check-up, but who Bethan hadn't seen before - one of her colleagues usually saw the Saxenas, but he was on holiday that week so Bethan was filling in. She looked up at the tap on her door and called out a welcome.

( [wherein Bethan learns some things she'd rather not have known.] )