Patricia Williams
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As much as I'd love to just leave Rafiqa with Hiram, it would be too much too soon. So after making a bit more of smalltalk and politely sipping tea, we bow out. I can tell Rafiqa needs time to process the situation, so I nudge her back to her own room and extract a distracted promise to visit for supper in the evening. I make a mental note to show Rafiqa some of the cosmetic options that would underline the subtle Cleopatra looks she has going on. Then I make a further mental note to invent the missing…-
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Things settle down after dinner, as Bridgit and Moon Unit start helping the other three to settle in. Selene initially pitches in too, but bows out soon enough, citing the necessity to keep abreast of her homework. Me? I've been excluded from domestic chores by popular vote, much to my displeasure. So instead, I elect to spend my time more proactively, and go knock on the next door neighbor's door. Since our last meeting, Hiram apparently left some specific instructions about me, because as soon as his…
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In the end, I bake four pizzas before Bridgit and Selene are back. And they're back with a veritable army "Appreciatin' the shop, oh most benevolent and wise one." - she offers, giving me a bow. I'm pretty sure she's jesting. "You didn't tell me you also opened a separate storefront for commoners." - she continues - "Really good bread there, by the way. You sure don't do things by half, do you?" Sighing, I go to fetch Moon Unit. She's just reading on her bed. Huh. Wonder why she didn't come back if…
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It galled Klaus to admit it, but he couldn't find anything worthwhile from the twelve papers. Oh, he still had them, but what relevance they had to lady Gillespie? No idea. No idea at all. His hunch about Oireland Butcher did not pan out. His name was not Frank. His name was not anything, actually, because, as his investigation found out, he was born deformed and his family refused to give him a name. Or education. Or anything, really. Instead, they kept him in a cellar room his entire life until he…
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How did that happen? No, seriously, how... Why... Just... I don't even... Argh. Ok, so... Aggravation A. Talk with Ed is postponed yet again. Because castle needs to be settled down, blood washed off and things neatened up. One would think that this is a great time to kick Ed out back to the dorms, but no. Aggravation B. Somehow I am in charge of my rescuees. I could understand fobbing of Roxolane and Rafiqa on me, somewhat. They're here because of my initiative, it stands to reason I'd be the first one…
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Well... shit. While I do my level best to squish myself back into human shape, it goes roughly. Teleporting is dimensional magic, it fucks with shoggothness on a very basic level. Nothing harmful to me, but I suspect the more I lug along, the longer it will take for me to wrest my shape back into Euclidian norms. The courtyard is... Eh. Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. Ok, so... Everyone's nuts. But because I used the moment of disbelief to shout a command, everyone's stuck on this. Therefore, everyone's…
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I... am currently constructing a shelving. Emergency. Sweets-based emergency. I don't have sufficient storage space in my room to place all the... Just... WHY. People. Why. OK, I get it, this is shaping up to be stupidly profitable. You're excited. It's a custom to bring the first product to the owner. But for crying out loud! Moon Unit is giggling at me, inbetween nibbling on a piece of shortcake and pointing out the places she thinks would be best for shelves that I'm fashioning out of leftovers from my…
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I am, currently, being consoled by my lovely wives. And why do I need consoling? Well... I accidentally started a confectionery shop in the capital. It's NOT my fault. Dad keeps sending more moneys, dwarves are clamoring for more ideas, ordinary peeps are all inquiring what else could be made/grown/crafted/built to make things even more profitable and oh gods why. Just... why. I thought I've been setting a breakneck pace, hell naw, apparently the world wants even more even faster! Dwarves, as it turned…
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The morning was a little bit more awkward than I expected. Primarily because Selene had decided to apologize again for "horning in on your territory" to Bridgit and Moon Unit. Who had the bright idea to start teasing Selene about "becoming a wife" which lead to awkward attempts to explain on Selene's side that she "still likes D better", which was followed by her having to ( So we're now sitting around the table, sans Selene, who had begged off after having a coffee. She, apparently, feels she is "behind…
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Salaadin snarled as he crumbled the latest report and threw it across the room, making the servant scamper after it. It's been a week since the curse had descended on his country, and in spite of himself, he was impressed by the sheer scope and insidiousness of it. And the worst of it was that he could not even seed mistrust by calling the bedamned woman a necromancer because there was clearly no soul left in the husks shambling through his realm. Just bees. Endless bees that would swarm anyone who dared…
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