Brick Wall (open)

[mancalledspade]

Spade had gone over his notes a dozen ways, hundreds of times, and he still could't make anything out of them. All his routes of investigations, murder and otherwise, had long gone cold, and any attempts to discover the Mansion's nature had proved futile. He didn't want a hobby, or a diversion. He wanted a way to do his job. Unfortunately, he

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[revmother_livia]

Livia had been becoming more and more reclusive of late, she wasn't sure why. Perhaps it ran in the family and one day she would find a collapsing old house to be her hermitage, surround herself with moldy books and papers and let the dogs eat at table. The thought amused her. It made her miss her Uncle Val.

"They could pave roads with the amount of tar in your lungs, Sam," she noted, stepping out onto the porch.

[mancalledspade]

"Now that'd be a trick. I should donate my body to science." He sounded amused but didn't turn.

[revmother_livia]

She leaned against the doorway behind him, arms crossed.

"Or at least to the Department of Transport."

[mancalledspade]

"What've you been up to, sweetheart?" He turned, slowly, and leaned against the porch railing.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

By all means, have a Jaenelle, who is gliding along the path and happens to look sideways at him. He seems well enough, so she gives him a smile.

[mancalledspade]

He raises his eyebrows, but inclines his head, smoke rising around his already mildly Satanic features. His voice, however, is relatively mild as he says "Nice afternoon," in a non-committal sort of way.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

She looks around. "I suppose so. Not too extraordinary, though." She glances at the smoke and frowns a little. "Cigarettes?"

[mancalledspade]

"Yeah. Gone back to rolling my own." He looks slightly amused at her frown. "Take it you don't want one."