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victory_road2018-01-25 08:30 pm
queen_stabbity) wrote in victory_road2018-01-25 08:30 pm
House crashing
Who Ceilidh, Sion and Ryner
Where Sion and Ryner's house.
When Lunchtime
Summary Ceilidh invited herself over and is letting herself in.
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After talking to Rose, Ceilidh made her way to Sion and Ryner's place. No humans were home but that didn't really matter to much to her. Picking locks and breaking into places was relatively easy for Ceilidh. She'd learned how to pick them starting when she was four. It was a family game to lock someone up in a room and see how long it took for them to break out. When she learned that other families didn't do that, she'd been quite bewildered. Lock picks were pretty easy to make. They weren't the best lock picks, but they were ... decent.
The lack of security surprised her, no wards, no horseshoe above the door at the very least. Which was good - she wasn't that good at breaking through wards.
With Pickles playing watch, she hummed quietly to herself as she picked the front door's lock.
Where Sion and Ryner's house.
When Lunchtime
Summary Ceilidh invited herself over and is letting herself in.
Note Closed.
After talking to Rose, Ceilidh made her way to Sion and Ryner's place. No humans were home but that didn't really matter to much to her. Picking locks and breaking into places was relatively easy for Ceilidh. She'd learned how to pick them starting when she was four. It was a family game to lock someone up in a room and see how long it took for them to break out. When she learned that other families didn't do that, she'd been quite bewildered. Lock picks were pretty easy to make. They weren't the best lock picks, but they were ... decent.
The lack of security surprised her, no wards, no horseshoe above the door at the very least. Which was good - she wasn't that good at breaking through wards.
With Pickles playing watch, she hummed quietly to herself as she picked the front door's lock.
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"You should probably ask Marian though. She's in the kitchen now," he added, gesturing to point in the general location the kitchen could be located. Nevermind that the edge of it was probably visible from the front door.
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Princess She Who Devours the Darkness in People's Souls launched off of Ceilidh's shoulder to check the kitchen out. She landed on a counter and started to poke around to see if there was anything to peck at. The drawers looked pretty interesting...
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"Something that tastes good?"
Yeah, he wasn't going to be terribly helpful as far as that went.
The front door opened to a living room area that spanned the length of the house. At the far end was a pair of sliding glass doors that appeared to open out to a deck, and the ceiling of the room went all the way to that of the second floor, with a balcony visible above where the bedrooms were. There was, of course, various pieces of furniture about, mostly things like a comfy couch and chairs, with a few pokemon lounging on or around them, who may or may not bother to give the visitor a curious look. (After all, if Just is fine with it, it's no big deal, right?)
As for the kitchen itself, however... Well, at the moment that was a certain Yamask's domain.
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what passes forsausage, along with a large pot and some spoons and knives. The spice cabinet was also open, however, and its contents rustled a little.Much as she still missed her old life, Marian had to admit that some days, there were advantages to being a ghost. Like being able to get inside the spice cabinet all the way into the back corner where a silly prankster had decided to stash the oregano for some odd reason. Back when she was alive, she would have probably needed to dig out a stool.
(But there are benefits to deep cupboards too. Like Shira not being able to get into the spices.)
She was still halfway inside the cabinet, though, when she heard someone come into the kitchen, and peeked out uncertainly when she realized that she didn't recognize who it was.
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"I was told that you were the person to talk to about the kitchen and anything to do with it."
Yes, Ceilidh is just acting like they knew each other and she belonged there. Or at least, they were friends even if they didn't know each other. Everything would be fine and dandy and awesome with everyone.
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Hence, there was now an inky black slightly bird-like shadow thing peeking curiously out of the cupboard, one arm holding onto a jar of oregano. The Yamask stopped shy of actually coming out, but she did make herself visible, at least.
"How strange. No one told me we would be having guests tonight..." she muttered, mostly to herself.
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She beamed brightly. Marian is absolutely fantastic looking in her mind - it's like a cross between a ghost and a bird. How cool is that!?
"I was thinking about making pie."
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But if she was hoping to cook a pie for Sion, that meant that this stranger was a good person with good taste, if nothing else. And, well, if Rose had invited her, it made sense that she wouldn't say anything to Marian about it...
So she floated out of the cabinet, still hiding a little behind her mask. "Pie sounds like a wonderful idea for a surprise. Do you have something in particular in mind?"
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After all, she wasn't making a pie for herself. If she were it'd be raspberries. Also, she didn't know exactly what fruit exist in this world, really.
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Marian thought for a moment. "Well, he's not overly fond of anything too sweet, I've noticed. He does usually seem to like rhubarb pie, though."
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Very carefully, she placed the shoes against the wall and dropped her pack next to it. Then she headed over to the sink and started washing her hands. "Fresh rhubarb is fantastic."