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[g2modsquad]

There was dust here, layers of dirt coating the unused furniture, but some time ago, the dust melted away. The couches began to look new again. The kitchen cupboards replenished themselves and the plothole in the closet began spinning once more

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[liesiweave]

Deianeira is, to say the least, not exactly pleased to be found where she is right now. She was quite enjoying choosing with whom she could socialize, weeding out the lesser and not being forced to mingle with those of a lower intellectual standard -- but, well, life can't exactly be perfect. So she sighs, taking a graceful seat at the nearest chair, running a hand through her hair (fully clear of any blonde dye, as it has been for years), and waiting to see what will happen next.

[werehereitsnow]

Demosthenes slowly creeps up behind her, then braces both hands on the back of her chair.

"Hey, sis," he says, suddenly, into her ear. He doesn't expect it to be a surprise, since she is a Pendergast -- but if you can't torment your own family, who can you torment? Oh right, innocent people that you then make into nerve ganglia hair shirts. Er.

[liesiweave]

As anticipated, she doesn't even start in surprise at that, just tilts her head enough to aim him an amused look, of the "did you really think that would work?" variety. "Demosthenes. Thank goodness someone with at least two brain cells is here -- though given that stunt, maybe I'm giving you too much credit." She loves her brother, really, she does.

[werehereitsnow]

Demosthenes slings himself into the couch next to her, shrugging at her amused expression and comment. "Sorry. Next time I surprise you, I'll be sure to yell Satre or Camus into your ear -- maybe translated into Latin? Damn, you have high expectations."

He gives her a fond grin, though. "Been up to much lately?"

[inhibitionsaway]

"--and that's why we need to give the llama a bath and then take it to the carnival!"

Tristan pauses and glances around. Hold on, this isn't where he was just a minute ago. Oh well.

"Helloooo?" He asks, addressing the room at large. "I'd like to say that I missed you all, but there's nobody here to miss, unfortunately - unless I was talking to the walls or the furniture, of course, but I'm not the Pendergast that personifies inanimate objects and gives them names. Shoot! I wasn't supposed to tell anyone that secret - not that I did, since nobody's here - but vodka and Red Bull will do weird things to a person. And by person, I mean R--"

He clamps a hand over his own mouth. Not that there's anyone in the room to hear the rest of his sentence ...yet.

[messofinnocence]

As if Erebus could possibly be convinced to wait one single second longer to appear. No, literally, he just pops in out of nowhere, maybe with a quiet pop! to appease his dramatic side. A wide, bright smile on his face, he stands behind Tristan and taps him on the shoulder.

"What's a pretty boy like you doing in a place like this, sweetheart?" It comes out sounding convincingly like he's talking to some attractive stranger, as long as you don't look at the delight on his face.

[inhibitionsaway]

Tristan represses the urge to basically throw himself in Erebus' direction, which is somewhat of a feat, and somehow keeps it simmering at a bright beam.

"Not telling secrets about my brother to the walls!" He replies brightly, then pauses. Oh right. Flirting. "Wait! -- Um. I don't know? I was wandering around, minding my own business, definitely not talking to myself, and then out of nowhere - literally - a striking stranger appeared, and here I am!"

Tristan kind of sucks at coy flirting.

[messofinnocence]

Okay, Erebus just has to laugh, way too entertained by the sheer cuteness of this ridiculous boy he somehow gets to call his own. (Pardon the sappiness. He's just very fond.) "Good thing you're not telling secrets to the walls, baby, 'cause walls have ears and those ears probably go straight to the, uh-- Pendergast Headquarters. Do you guys have those?"

Wait, wait. Focus, maintain. "Striking, mm?" he says, smirking a little. "Tell me more. Is he charming? Devilishly so, maybe? Would you say 'tall, dark, and handsome' applies?"

[alittlesoon]

Well, shoot. It's a brand new place, which is slightly unnerving - but the more Elijah looks, the more he realizes that he recognizes is. He has a current pattern of frequenting his apartment, work (at a quiet little place that provides tech support by email), the same coffee shop, and the same grocery store, so anything new throws him off - but he does know this place, so he carefully settles himself into a chair in the corner and waits.

[painted_angel]

It won't be very long before Jael finds him and turns her brightest smile on him. "Hi," she says. "I didn't think I'd see you here."

[alittlesoon]

Elijah gives her a faint but very genuine smile.

"Hi Jael," he says. "I'm -- not sure how I ended up here, but I'm glad to see you." That's an understatement, most like.

[invertedtoo]

Rain is sitting in one corner of the room, books and papers spread around her. It appears she has multiple copies of Paradise Lost, a few graphic novels and fiction books, and some books on demonology as well.

She's enthusiastically highlighting and bookmarking passages; we have absolutely no idea what she's doing, but we're going to assume it has something to do with proving a point to her father.

[whichsideamion]

Well -- here's Kae!

Distinctly older than the last time when she was here -- soon to be turning nineteen -- she doesn't actually look that much different. Long, wavy dark hair -- check (if a few inches shorter; almost to her waist rather than well past it). Wide, long-lashed hazel eyes -- check (if now outlined with brown eyeliner, making them seem even wider). Clothing, consisting of a flowy midnight blue skirt paired with long black boots, a black tank top, a long scarf in shades of turquoise -- check. And several mice clinging to her shoulder and hair -- check.

She all but twirls in, all swirling in her teal and blue in clouds around her (looking too ethereal to be only two inches shy of six feet), beaming brightly at whoever and whatever seem to be near her -- she doesn't find it strange that she's suddenly back here at all.