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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Re: Host: Jack Hennessy

[shipwreck_light]

The steadiness of Siebenkas's gaze might have faltered a little at that, which probably made the truth of the matter quite obvious to Jack. However, he offered quite diplomatically, "Well, he sounded like a child at a carnival through most of it, but if you have any concerns as to your reputation, I am here now, taking advantage of your beach."

Re: Host: Jack Hennessy

[bookblather]

Jack snickered, entirely by accident, and gave Siebenkas an apologetic look as followup. "Sorry, I just... my reputation was shot when I was born. It's not exactly a concern of mine. And I'm glad you're enjoying the beach."

Re: Host: Jack Hennessy

[shipwreck_light]

"That could have been phrased better," Siebenkas admitted. "I know. But, I also know at least twp people you've made very happy and I doubt they're alone. Consider too that most allegedly decent people chase interlopers off of their beaches with sticks, while you're willing to share."

Re: Host: Jack Hennessy

[bookblather]

"Yeah..." Jack shrugged, and tried not to smile-- he'd made Zephyr happy! And probably Pip too. "The no-trespassing signs are mostly just for show. They're from my grandfather's time, may the bigoted old buzzard rest in peace, and we just don't bother."

Re: Host: Jack Hennessy

[shipwreck_light]

"They've become part of the scenery."

Siebenkas, who had been standing closer to one than he normally would have admitted, moseyed over and gave it a careful thump. While the sign was perfectly serviceable from a distance, up close, the paint had sheered off in placed and rust leaked out of the screws.

"Anyway, that's awfully generous of you and I do appreciate it. The water's fairly safe for wading in? I saw some seaweed washed up so I'm guessing no squamous acid or other exciting additions."


(OOC: if you recall the brief mention of people-eating jelly in Briar Rose's story...)

Re: Host: Jack Hennessy

[bookblather]

"Since I'm not even sure what squamous acid even is, I suspect we don't have it. It's fine." Jack nodded down the beach at the kids splashing in and out of the water. "No screaming or face melting down there, anyway."

(ooc: I wish to know more about people-eating jelly.)

Re: Host: Jack Hennessy

[shipwreck_light]

"I /believe/ if I've got your era correct," Siebenkas began, "You would call it a 'weapon of mass destruction'. Never had the displeasure myself, but I do have children who don't look before they get into things."

A bit of a soft sigh after, he gave one of his pockets a shake. Frowned. And tried the other instead.

"Perhaps you'd care to join me for a stroll?" he asked, jiggling the flask he'd come up with. "It's cognac."




(OOC: I can fix that! *notes ensue*)