Multiples >.>
Ciara is lounging in the courtyard of the Main Gauche, playing her guitar. She's not at all concerned about the plague, except in that it might lessen the number of human victims she could hunt. But other than that, she's mostly acting like it's not happening.
So she's sitting there, with her guitar on her lap, playing and singing softly. Anyone's welcome to sit with her and listen, or, y'know, talk.
Eloi, meanwhile, is rather worried. His connection with Martha seems to have... vanished. He can't feel her anymore. And this has him extremely anxious. So he's sitting in the basement of the Conrad, one leg jiggling nervously, with his usual cup of Earl Grey.
Feel free to bother him. He needs someone to lay his worries on anyway.
So she's sitting there, with her guitar on her lap, playing and singing softly. Anyone's welcome to sit with her and listen, or, y'know, talk.
Eloi, meanwhile, is rather worried. His connection with Martha seems to have... vanished. He can't feel her anymore. And this has him extremely anxious. So he's sitting in the basement of the Conrad, one leg jiggling nervously, with his usual cup of Earl Grey.
Feel free to bother him. He needs someone to lay his worries on anyway.