What a week it has been.

[managementchild]

Wednesday, 20th August; afternoon

One week - one week and one thousand thousand thousand days since I
since I
I, I, I
opened one great
eye
and am
when before there was only we (in the darkwomb belly of Creation, we).

I AM
ἐγώ εἰμι(and there was a great cry in this my new Egypt.)

I have been to my Father's house, and touched his cock and cunt to receive my

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[mistresswanda]

"You're acting like we're married you ass!"

"Yeah Red? Well, old married couples don't have sex either, so it fits!"

With that I threw some money at Ares, told him to go to The Boy or The Grindhouse, picked up Rose and left him gaping at me.

It's not that I don't want to have sex, quite the opposite. It's been months! It's just that...

Well. I have to stop wanting it with someone else, I guess.

It's early enough in the afternoon that the Tavern will be mostly empty and no one there should be overly drunk. Playing the piano and singing always calms me down and entrances Rose; so we make our way over and I wave at Cookie as we enter. I head towards the bar to ask for a glass of meade when I spot a familiar back.

"Oh! Hey Nu! How're--" I stop in mid greeting.

"I am so sorry! I though you were someone else." I stumble over an apology when I realize it's not Nu.

[ares_thracian]

Acting like we're married...

Horny is more like it. At least she quit her wretched bitching and flounced off with the kid. Might actually take her advice but, a drink first.

The tavern is quiet, only a handful of patrons, nobody I --- well look at that. "Hello little beautie," I grin, winking at Rose. "Whiskey, I say to the barmaid who walks up. Cute little thing, smells like dog though. "Feeling better, Mommy Dearest?" I ask playfully.

Hear's hoping the drink has put her in a better mood.

[mistresswanda]

I am about to offer to buy the woman's next drink for my oversight when a familar voice calls out to Rose and grates on my last nerve.

Rose gurgles and reaches out for her newest uncle as Ares asks Lannie for a whiskey.

"Feeling better, Mommy Dearest?" Sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose for a moment. When I open my eyes, I manage a smile.

"I was, but I see that is to be short lived." I say brightly, wishing my glass of meade would arrive. "Pardon the interruption, Miss." I apologize to the young woman. "He doesn't get out much."

[ares_thracian]

"I was, but I see that is to be short lived."

The drinks arrive and I laugh before taking a drink. Her sharp wit never ceases to amuse. Her mention of my not getting out much makes me laugh harder, "That's right, she's been keeping me allll to herself, hasn't she, Sweet Rose?"

That should get a rise out of her. Fuck knows she can use any sort of release she can get. That makes two of us.

"Married," I snort into my glass.

[docconstantine]

Syl is hanging in there. Was touch and go for a bit, and my passing out while trying to mend her did not help. But she's touch, and still here. Small miracles, always take them.

Decided to wander down to the Tavern to see Verdi. Sometimes her liquor's have healing properties, maybe that'll help Syl.

And hey! I'll be able to say hello to Lannie.

Walk in hearing Wanda's voice--- oh. Arguing with Ares. Familiar scene from the last few weeks. Wave to them like hell I'm getting in the middle of that! and head towards the end of the bar where there's a new face. Nod and smile to her, but I don't pest in case she wants to be alone. Or watch the show. Either or. If she wants to talk, I'll be happy to chat away.

Lannie comes over and I give her a lopsided grin. "Hey pretty lady. Fancy meeting you here."

[melania_lowell]

Wanda came in with Rose, she's getting so big! A few others are here, at least one new face. Regardless, all are welcome, so I give Rose a happy smile as she pets my head. Its kinda weird she does that, but I'm just glad she doesn't cry.

All have been served, drinking or not, then Lucien shows up, widening my smile.

"Hey pretty lady. Fancy meeting you here."

He's gotten over our age difference, and I'm happy to not hide my smile. "Fancy that!" I joke, "How may I be of service to the good Doctor tonight?"

Honestly, just making him smile makes my whole night, but I like his answers when we play.

Playing aside, I hope he picks up on my silent question of how the current patient is...

[docconstantine]

"How may I be of service to the good Doctor tonight?"

"Tonight is another matter." I waggle my eyebrows at her. "Taking any and all requests. As for now..."

Look about. I am sure I can speak freely in front of Wanda and her unusual house guest, but not sure about the newcomer.

"A glass of my usual, and a bottle of Verdi's special brew. For back at the office?" Hope she gets what I am asking for.

[tezcatl_ipoca]

Once I was recovered, Lucien thought it would be best if I didn't hang around Syl. I didn't understand why at first, but thinking about it I think he was right. She needs to recover herself, without the shock of finding out who I am.

My own leg spat the bullet out and healed itself up, when I had time to concentrate on it, but the bone still aches where it chipped. I'm definitely not as good at this as I used to be. And though this body doesn't need it like my old one did, I know that alcohol will dull that, and so I find the cleanest of the clothes Valmont gave me and go to find one. I don't go to the Whitechapel, though, because - lots of reasons. It makes me sad. It reminds me of things I don't want to think about. And it makes me confused about who I am, too, and with Syl there's enough going on in my head.

The Tavern, then: I rarely had trouble getting alcohol there before, I remember. I make a bit of a face when I see Wanda. The man she's talking to - who is he? I know him, I know I do. And the woman...I blink. I