Who: Chase, Minion, and OPEN Where: The game room When: Late Morning
"With three Beers down, The Orc did frown. And Bid the Elf goodbye. For none could know 'twas not for show, and someone had to die," the bandit on screen sang as the first person angle crept closer.
"Yup," Chase replied, his fingers maneuvering the controller until Naztharune the black-furred, gray-tiger-striped Khajiit drew his bow back in the shadows from his silent crouch, then projected a Daedric arrow right into the man's skull. The accumulated damage caused the dead man to fall over sideways, and the second bandit, her back turned to the event, didn't even notice as Chase slipped closer.
Draped halfway over his lap, Minion yawned and nudged him, and Chase halted his progress to scratch lightly under the cat's soft chin until the little animal dozed off again. He glanced over at the armrest where his laptop lay open, looking for that telltale blink of a new message, and saw nothing. Reaching over the armrest, he picked up his glass of chocolate milk, took a drink, then set it back down again, the sound causing Minion's eye to open, then close again. It was the first time the cat was really making his debut in the main house, and while he'd spent a few minutes sniffing around the game room, he hadn't really seemed interested in going any further. Chase had briefly wondered if Minion could still smell the critters that had been there before, or whatever They'd used to clear them all out, but there didn't seem to be anything left behind. That was good and all, but he couldn't help feeling a bit for the animals. They'd all been thrown into a place against their will too, and now they were all gone. He'd gotten up thinking he might spend some time in the shed, working on his project, but the cold and snow were enough of a deter that he'd decided against it. Turning back to the television, he loosed his digital arrow, striking down the second bandit, and continued his way through the ruin.