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]

"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.)