ill met aka. The Mother strikes again
WHO: Berwald (who will appears later in this thread), Peter and NPC/Berwald's mother
WHEN: Sunday, November 28th
WHERE: The House's kitchen
WHAT: Peter comes visiting, but it is someone ELSE he encounters.
Berwald's kitchen was as neat as always, each surface gleaming or sparkling, or whichever state best suited it's material in the most pristine state. The coffee machine burpled softly in it's usual pleasant way...but nevertheless, all was not well that day in waning November, for Berwald was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a dark figure lounged at the kitchen table, her manicured nails tapping the wooden table in a displeased rhytmn.
Svea Oxenstierna took a drink from her coffee cup, and frowned at the small laptop open on the table in front of her, before clicking at a few keys. Damn, that brat of a nephew was actually doing a good job taking care of the Oxstar Company. On one hand, she still considered it her company, and was glad to see it doing well, but it was irksome to know both that it wasn't her doing it, and her own son had been absolutely hopeless. If only he'd just tried harder.
But then, she wasn't likely to get him back there now, even if Berwald weren't being so pigheaded about it. That seat was well and truly filled and the window of opportunity passed. Svea Oxenstierna narrowed her eyes at the computer once more, as if daring it to irritate her further, and then closed it with a snap and a huff.
She'd just wait for that useless boy to arrive, as she'd intended, as boring as it was going to be. Svea Oxenstierna glanced around herself, but the pristine kitchen didn't make her any happier. Yet another sign her son was perfectly cabable of being effective...at keeping a house clean. Who'd taught him something like that anyway, she'd always made sure they had a cleaner coming round so she didn't need to waste time on useless busywork like cleaning. Göte perhaps...but his house was hardly this neat either.
Svea shook her head disgustedly, deciding to take that up when Berwald finally returned.
WHEN: Sunday, November 28th
WHERE: The House's kitchen
WHAT: Peter comes visiting, but it is someone ELSE he encounters.
Berwald's kitchen was as neat as always, each surface gleaming or sparkling, or whichever state best suited it's material in the most pristine state. The coffee machine burpled softly in it's usual pleasant way...but nevertheless, all was not well that day in waning November, for Berwald was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a dark figure lounged at the kitchen table, her manicured nails tapping the wooden table in a displeased rhytmn.
Svea Oxenstierna took a drink from her coffee cup, and frowned at the small laptop open on the table in front of her, before clicking at a few keys. Damn, that brat of a nephew was actually doing a good job taking care of the Oxstar Company. On one hand, she still considered it her company, and was glad to see it doing well, but it was irksome to know both that it wasn't her doing it, and her own son had been absolutely hopeless. If only he'd just tried harder.
But then, she wasn't likely to get him back there now, even if Berwald weren't being so pigheaded about it. That seat was well and truly filled and the window of opportunity passed. Svea Oxenstierna narrowed her eyes at the computer once more, as if daring it to irritate her further, and then closed it with a snap and a huff.
She'd just wait for that useless boy to arrive, as she'd intended, as boring as it was going to be. Svea Oxenstierna glanced around herself, but the pristine kitchen didn't make her any happier. Yet another sign her son was perfectly cabable of being effective...at keeping a house clean. Who'd taught him something like that anyway, she'd always made sure they had a cleaner coming round so she didn't need to waste time on useless busywork like cleaning. Göte perhaps...but his house was hardly this neat either.
Svea shook her head disgustedly, deciding to take that up when Berwald finally returned.