So.

[emocaliban]

If someone is in a dark corner of the mansion, they might find a dead body. Yes, another one.

Caliban is curled around the bullet hole in his stomach in a pool of blood, very much dead, eyes closed and face calm and serious. There's no sign of the pistol he used or of a fight.

If anyone would like to deal with a dead body...?

Comments

[mancalledspade]

"Jesus Christ. Knew things had been getting too quiet," he comments darkly. He'd case the joint for clues to what happened, beyond the obvious.

[tomboy_22]

I've never drunk as much in so little time, but I accept anyway - I really, really could use a drink.

"Sure thing," I reply with a smile that's just this side of wistful. "What's your first name, Spade?"

[mancalledspade]

"Sam." And as the typist can't be certain whether this was before or after the plothole went on the blink, he adds, "Got some bourbon in my room, unless you'd find that... inappropriate." He smiles, just a hair.

[tomboy_22]

The choice of words amuse me more than one can imagine. "That's fine, Sam," I tell him. Inappropriate... ha. He probably hasn't a clue how inappropriate most of my life is. I feel myself sobering though, before I add, "Thank you."

[mancalledspade]

"Course. Not much else to do, but firm up the survivors." He leads the way.

[tomboy_22]

"Good man," I say as we exit the room.

T: New thread at Sam's? Or do we continue here?

[mancalledspade]

T: I can start a new one, though it will have to be paused shortly until I get home from work. *cough*

[tomboy_22]

T: How do I understand your plight *coughs too*. Sounds good.