aftermath [open post for housemates]

Dec 15, 2006 20:06

Supper's nearly over by the time Mordred gets home, after the latest crackplot has worn off and he's finally gotten done whatever he was out doing. He elbows the front door open and slips inside, all windblown and lively. "Hi."

cywyllog, clarissant, gaheris, out of body, luneta, gawain

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luneta_lioness December 17 2006, 03:41:39 UTC
Luneta knocks on his door. She's bold enough to be heard, but not loud enough to be rude. She's lost.

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illgotten December 17 2006, 03:56:54 UTC
We'll assume that supper, at least, is out of the way, and Mordred goes to get the door. "What's this now?"

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luneta_lioness December 17 2006, 04:03:50 UTC
She looks up at him and smiles, delighted. "Uncle Mordred! Isn't that lucky? I didn't know where I was."

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illgotten December 17 2006, 04:10:26 UTC
"And now you know." There's still a warm, pleasant smell in the kitchen, and a glow from the fire; he nudges the door open further. "You want to come in, say hello to everyone?"

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luneta_lioness December 17 2006, 04:13:05 UTC
"Oh! Is it all right if I do?" She's edging towards him.

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illgotten December 17 2006, 04:21:54 UTC
"'course," stepping aside.

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luneta_lioness December 17 2006, 04:24:42 UTC
"It's a beautiful house. Who else lives here?" She goes in, looking around her.

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illgotten December 17 2006, 04:32:35 UTC
"Your da, for one," shutting the door after her. "And Gawain, of course. Clar. --Lady Cywyllog." Do we mention our absent boyfriend? Maybe not right now. "They're in the other room, I think. I'm stuck washing up this week."

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luneta_lioness December 17 2006, 04:34:15 UTC
"Who's Clar and Lady Cywyllog? I'll help, if you'd like."

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illgotten December 17 2006, 04:47:43 UTC
"Oh come on, you know your aunt Clar, don't you?" He tosses her a towel, with no more encouragement. "And you met Cywyllog when you first came. My wife. Melehan's mother." Not still blushing over this fact, no.

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luneta_lioness December 17 2006, 04:53:44 UTC
"My Aunt? Father said it was just uncles." She begins to dry. "Oh, I forgot. Of course I remember. Cousin Melehan is nice."

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illgotten December 17 2006, 04:55:54 UTC
"Your father is what we in the twentieth century call a complete dork," cheerfully.

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luneta_lioness December 17 2006, 04:57:14 UTC
She giggles. It sounds funny, whatever it means. "What's she like?"

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illgotten December 17 2006, 05:07:05 UTC
"Like Mother," briefly.

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luneta_lioness December 17 2006, 05:29:22 UTC
"Oh. Father won't talk about Grandmama." She looks up at him. "I won't ask."

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illgotten December 17 2006, 05:37:22 UTC
"Smart girl." He hands her a spoon. "No, that's not true. Clar is-- not kinder, but--"

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