Spring RP: The Hennessy Home

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The house sits on a bluff above the sea, with a winding path down to a sandy beach leading away from the yard. It is three stories high, stucco and terracotta, and would look forbiddingly expensive were it not for the worn tire swing hanging from a tree and the flip-flops left strewn around the outdoor pool.

Inside, the house looks much the same--expensive but lived-in. A grand piano, clearly used, dominates one room. Another room has couches and chairs neatly arranged like a museum, with beat-up books and magazines filling its shelves and cupboards. It is light and airy, with huge windows, a well-stocked kitchen, and first-rate entertainment systems.

The first and second floors seem to be generalized living spaces, with the bedrooms on the third floor. The master bedroom is the only exception, and the only one that still seems in use. Multiple other rooms, especially on the third floor, look dusty and unused.


((welcome to the RP, writers! Let the games begin.))

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[shipwreck_light]

Skuld considered this, humming with her finger drifting back and forth across the general vicinity of her nose. "That would be niiiiiice. In the meantime, I guess it's good if we're still on Earth. Otherwise, we'd have to me the emissaries of Earth. Which could be fun! But, they would have just heard us talking about giant robots and we'd have to be really, really sure we made a good impression."

[tellingetienne]

The woman appeared to have an awful lot of energy and enthusiasm for not knowing where she was, Ace shook his head. "Indeed," he said, his tone bland as he opened the fridge in the kitchen, unsurprising to find it well stocked.

"There is plenty of food to pilfer," he held the door open wide so she could look in at the contents. "Looks like someone enjoys the finer things in life," he said as he started to filter through the items, pulling out a small bottle of juice for himself.

[shipwreck_light]

"Yes! It's like university all over again."

Skuld was not so modest in her plunge through the fridge. She went right for the cold-cuts, followed by the pickles (two jars) and an assortment of condiments.

Upon a wrapping rustle and a "Ooh, roast beef." Jezebel hopped right on to the kitchen island and helped herself to the very first slice, shaking it about as if unsure the meat was, in fact, deceased.

"Ah, brief disclaimer," said Skuld. "That's my boss's cat and we usually feed her on the table because Boss thinks that's hilarious. Also, there are two kinds of turkey. Sweet!"

[tellingetienne]

Ace waved a dismissive hand. "Not my cat, not my house, not my problem," he said as he leaned over and plucked a piece of turkey out of Skuld's hand. "I'm Ace, by the way," he said. "Did we exchange names?" The surreality of the moments after stepping into the house lead to a bit of confusion over what was actually happening. He rolled up the turkey and popped it into his mouth as he looked over at the woman expectantly.

[shipwreck_light]

"Nope-nope," Skuld mentioned, fishing out another piece of turkey, followed by one of Swiss cheese, which she peered through, mostly Ace-wise, one eye and one half of her smile showing through the holes. "Naughty. You /always/ give your name to a semiotician. Wait. Maybe they don't have those where you live? Anyway, I'm Skuld and I forgive you."

"Merw," said the cat.

"And she's Jezebel, but so are most cats."

[tellingetienne]

"Skuld," he seemed to let her name roll over his tongue as he processed it, it seemed to suit the woman. He flashed her a smile back through the cheese.

"And I expect there are a semiotician or five lurking around the universities, but I can't say I've ever met one. Jezebel, eh, will she bite my fingers off or claw me bloody if I try and pet her?" Ace asked as he watched the cat devour the piece of meat it had taken.

[shipwreck_light]

"Good! Can't have a civilization without a couple semioticians running around," but, if she meant that with any sarcasm, Skuld nodded with a certain earnesty, joining Ace in watching their feline companion make shirt work of her snack, than set back to rub her tongue over her fangs. "Let her smell you first and she should be OK. But, she is a cat. She's got cat-nature and such."

(OOC: my apologies- the pool broke yesterday.)