In character contact/Forge Messaging Service

[twoswordjuniper]

[Video]

[Have a few seconds of Deneve staring at you and looking slightly exasperated.]

If you have something to say, just say it.

Comments

[halcyonthird]

A word if you have time.

[twoswordjuniper]

Of course, Irene.

[halcyonthird]

[...]

I'm in Dismas.

[...]

I'll be here for a few days. Patrol shifts are covered.

[...]

Have you ever wanted to peel of your own skin just to escape the stain of that someone else has left there?

[twoswordjuniper]

...

What happened?

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[applelimber]

...I won't be gone long.

[The fact that Helen's even using the Forge, when she should be right there is a bad sign.]

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[twoswordjuniper]

...

Gone where?

[She has a sick feeling that she already knows.]

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[applelimber]

[You're gonna make her say it, aren't ya.]

...Priscilla.

Clarice is going for Clare.

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[twoswordjuniper]

Helen.

[For once, she doesn't pronounce Helen's name with frustration or chastisement. It's sharp, afraid, worried, almost a plea.]

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[applelimber]

...I need to close down the bar for a couple of hours.

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[twoswordjuniper]

Why?

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[applelimber]

One word: Isley.

[She snorts. Normally she'd say something about not having anyone around for him to snack on, but after recent events...]

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[twoswordjuniper]

What has he got to do with anything, least of all the bar?