Open post, yay.

[three_proposals]

Lucy, should anyone wish to find her, is seated at a table, having a cup of tea, though there is plenty left for another person. She is pondering things (being alive again, and how to plan a wedding, if you must know), but wouldn't object to a bit of company.

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[quinceypmorris]

*he's had a little time, and so he's much more composed, and his good cheer is more genuine than when she saw him last* Miss Lucy. *smiles*

[three_proposals]

Mr. Morris! *smiles back, gesturing to a chair* Please do sit!

[quinceypmorris]

*takes a seat* And how are you today, Miss Lucy?

[three_proposals]

Just fine, Mr. Morris, thank you. How are you?

[quinceypmorris]

I'm very well, thank you. *and he's not lying, exactly (exaggerating, maybe -- he's well enough, and his nature is a cheerful one) but he's anxious to be believed*

[three_proposals]

I am quite glad, Mr. Morris. *and she really, really is-- she hates seeing him unhappy and knowing she's the cause of it* Would you like some tea? I've plenty left over.

[quinceypmorris]

Well, I don't see why not, so-- I think I would, thank you.

[three_proposals]

*smiles a bit more and pours him a nice cup of tea* There you are, Mr. Morris. I do hope you like it.

[quinceypmorris]

*that smile still does unfair things to him, but he's determined not to let that affect his mood, so he'll smile and thank her politely, before moving on with the conversation* I'd ask how you've been spending your time lately, but I make a practice of never asking a question I couldn't answer myself, and it seems like there's so little to occupy anybody's time here that I never know what to do with myself.

[three_proposals]

*it probably does unfair things to lots of people, but.* Yes, it's a rather odd, place, isn't it? But... did you know there are... vampires here?

[quinceypmorris]

I did. *looks up from his teacup, concerned* Have you met any of them, or only heard of them?

[three_proposals]

*looks down, fussing with her own teacup* .... I met one of them, yes.

[quinceypmorris]

*eoihawklrehwtkl worries* Are you all right? It didn't hurt you--? *because if it did he'll kill it*

[three_proposals]

*doesn't look up* He kept kissing me. And he tried... *instinctively touches her neck* I felt teeth. I saw teeth.

[quinceypmorris]

*very, very quietly* Did you learn his name? *because yes, is going to kill it if he can*

[three_proposals]

Oh.... I believe he called himself Molochai? Why?