011 // Awwwww snap

[always_thewoman]

[Private to Bela]

This does not bode well.

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AWSNAP, is someone messing with her bff. :|

[sonotahunter]

What is it?

NAH HONEY, this one's all you.

[always_thewoman]

You have heard of warden assignments, I presume?

SOMEONE HAS BEEN MEDITATING ON THE WORDS OF TWAIN FOR THE PAST FEW HOURS.

[sonotahunter]

...I assumed they would be happening shortly, though I hadn't heard that they did.

[always_thewoman]

... Oh, dear.

Shall I break it to you gently, or would you prefer it on the rocks?

[sonotahunter]

Hit me, as they say. I'd sooner have it done with.

[always_thewoman]

As I expected.

You have been assigned to Mr. Stark.

Our Admiral, you will find, has a keen sense of humor.

[sonotahunter]

...Of course I have. I don't know whether to laugh or pitch myself from the nearest precipice.

[always_thewoman]

Throw something fragile against a wall. Then come have a drink with me. Then plan.

SPAM/LOG/ASSUME?

[sonotahunter]

Thank you. I believe I will do just that.

NOM NOM SPAM. Although I should go to bed now. BLEARGH.

[always_thewoman]

As always, my door is open to you.

[DELICIOUS SPAM] - SLEEP IS SO EVILLLL why is it necessary. ...Beds are comfortable tho.

[sonotahunter]

[Bela makes her way to Irene's room after only a mild fit of temper--a few hurled books, a few hurled daggers. She didn't have it in her to smash any of those possessions she considered irreplaceable, as most of her fragile belongings were. Still, leaving holes in her wall was satisfying enough to be passable.

She knocked smartly on Irene's door before opening it and stepping inside.] I would say 'Heaven help me', but I fear the wrong persons would be within earshot.

[MMM FAKE MEAT] IDK. It severely limits what I'm able to do D:

[always_thewoman]

[Irene was curled up on the chaise, her feet tucked under her and a small leather-bound volume resting on her lap.

Nearby, a short table was set with a tea tray - a snowy-white kettle, steaming faintly; two china cups, patterned with gilt roses; two matching saucers, two tiny silver tea spoons, a little pitcher of milk, a dish of sugar cubes, a plate of madeleines. The usual accoutrements were joined by ice-filled glass snifters and a bottle of brandy. At Bela's entrance, Irene rose and moved to the table, drawing her nightgown around her and motioning to the nearby chair.]

Too true; our feathered friends are already overfond of meddling. There is no call to invite them into our troubles. Tea, or would you prefer something stronger?

[NOM NOM] Stupid sleep. ;-;

[sonotahunter]

[Bela smiled, sitting in the offered place with a sigh and easing the tension out of her shoulders.] Tea I think, for now. I've never seen the appeal of muddling one's thoughts in a crisis.