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Who: Sarah and OPEN
When: January 17th, midnight
Where: The ballroom, the hallways, wherever a mess is.
What: Cleaning up
It didn't take long for Sarah to realize the search party was something far beyond her. However much she would've liked to have a hand in beating down some longcoats, she was neither silent nor deadly. But she had no intention of resigning to her room to cower until the mess was cleaned up and all was restored to normal (because it would be returned to normal). Instead, she would take charge of the mess that lay at everyone's feet.
As Cain and the rest of the presumed men joining the search party gathered together to make a plan, Sarah noticed all the dead bodies laying about and wrinkled her nose. They would need to be moved as soon as possible, and the blood on the floors would have to be cleaned, she was sure, before the maids would come out of hiding. Chances were they were all hiding in cupboards, terrified and waiting for the dust to settle.
She wasn't the only one that hovered on the edges of the ballroom, Sarah saw Sergei was too. Johnson had just joined him, thanks to Raw, and both were looking rather abandoned. Realizing they were too visible to join the search party, she frowned for them because neither seemed to have the capacity to do so on his own. Well, they couldn't go on the search party... but they could help her clean.
Yeah, she was sure two massive guards loved the idea of holding feather dusters. Almost laughing at the mental picture, she moved across the ballroom towards them, thankfully finding her shoes along the way. While they were a pain in her ass, a little pain was better than stepping in blood.
Swallowing as she neared them--Ozma they were huge--she spoke. "We should start cleaning up." It was said feebly, almost as if she was backtracking on the idea of enlisting their help.
But they nodded simultaneously. "We'll start moving the bodies to the grounds," Sergei spoke. Johnson and Sergei moved without any more prompting, and Sarah was left to look around, ranking what needed to be completed first. Debris had to be picked up before walls and floors could be cleaned. Sarah moved without a word, starting in the place she stood, collecting items, some whole, some broken.
In time, she assumed others would help too.
When: January 17th, midnight
Where: The ballroom, the hallways, wherever a mess is.
What: Cleaning up
It didn't take long for Sarah to realize the search party was something far beyond her. However much she would've liked to have a hand in beating down some longcoats, she was neither silent nor deadly. But she had no intention of resigning to her room to cower until the mess was cleaned up and all was restored to normal (because it would be returned to normal). Instead, she would take charge of the mess that lay at everyone's feet.
As Cain and the rest of the presumed men joining the search party gathered together to make a plan, Sarah noticed all the dead bodies laying about and wrinkled her nose. They would need to be moved as soon as possible, and the blood on the floors would have to be cleaned, she was sure, before the maids would come out of hiding. Chances were they were all hiding in cupboards, terrified and waiting for the dust to settle.
She wasn't the only one that hovered on the edges of the ballroom, Sarah saw Sergei was too. Johnson had just joined him, thanks to Raw, and both were looking rather abandoned. Realizing they were too visible to join the search party, she frowned for them because neither seemed to have the capacity to do so on his own. Well, they couldn't go on the search party... but they could help her clean.
Yeah, she was sure two massive guards loved the idea of holding feather dusters. Almost laughing at the mental picture, she moved across the ballroom towards them, thankfully finding her shoes along the way. While they were a pain in her ass, a little pain was better than stepping in blood.
Swallowing as she neared them--Ozma they were huge--she spoke. "We should start cleaning up." It was said feebly, almost as if she was backtracking on the idea of enlisting their help.
But they nodded simultaneously. "We'll start moving the bodies to the grounds," Sergei spoke. Johnson and Sergei moved without any more prompting, and Sarah was left to look around, ranking what needed to be completed first. Debris had to be picked up before walls and floors could be cleaned. Sarah moved without a word, starting in the place she stood, collecting items, some whole, some broken.
In time, she assumed others would help too.