Eleventh Sip
[Maladict had enjoyed her dream immensely. The holiday made her feel desperately homesick (after all, when you're the only person in a place where your home world travels around on a turtle, it's easy to feel isolated) and the dream of home was much needed.
The Tenth Foot had relaxed in the Duchess and had a grand old time. Igorina had done...something with the food, Shufti had tried to make it better, Polly tried to intervene, then Jackrum did it better by shouting at everybody.
Tonker and Lofty had gone off to do the thing they do that the rest of the infantry try not to discuss (bedsprings went plink-plink-plunk), while Wazzer and Blouse tried to explain Hogswatch to Jade... even though explaining holidays to trolls is one of the single most difficult things in the history of the Disc. And Maladict watched it all, offering her own snippets of snark when she felt they were needed. Which was often.
The gift of the copy of the Times where the squad made first page, iconograph and all, was just as well received. It was nice to have a physical picture of the troop, rather than relying on just her memory. Gods, she missed them. They might be a rag-tag band of crazies, but they were HER rag-tag band of crazies.
There was one gift, however, that Maladict did NOT appreciate. And this is why she is currently stalking through the mansion, kicking in random doors, trying to find a certain red-haired smug vampire so she can kick him in his smug fangs]
Come on, I know you're here somewhere. Face it like a man!
[[ooc: Open to anyone in the mansion who wants to come across a pissy vampire stalking about, she doesn't exactly know which room Zelman stays in, so she's going by the process of elimination until she finds him]]
The Tenth Foot had relaxed in the Duchess and had a grand old time. Igorina had done...something with the food, Shufti had tried to make it better, Polly tried to intervene, then Jackrum did it better by shouting at everybody.
Tonker and Lofty had gone off to do the thing they do that the rest of the infantry try not to discuss (bedsprings went plink-plink-plunk), while Wazzer and Blouse tried to explain Hogswatch to Jade... even though explaining holidays to trolls is one of the single most difficult things in the history of the Disc. And Maladict watched it all, offering her own snippets of snark when she felt they were needed. Which was often.
The gift of the copy of the Times where the squad made first page, iconograph and all, was just as well received. It was nice to have a physical picture of the troop, rather than relying on just her memory. Gods, she missed them. They might be a rag-tag band of crazies, but they were HER rag-tag band of crazies.
There was one gift, however, that Maladict did NOT appreciate. And this is why she is currently stalking through the mansion, kicking in random doors, trying to find a certain red-haired smug vampire so she can kick him in his smug fangs]
Come on, I know you're here somewhere. Face it like a man!
[[ooc: Open to anyone in the mansion who wants to come across a pissy vampire stalking about, she doesn't exactly know which room Zelman stays in, so she's going by the process of elimination until she finds him]]