Ice Cream (RP)

Benji quietly drinks his blood in the car, watching the tense exchange between Circe and Persephone with wide eyes. He shoots Circe a sympathetic look and almost offers that she could stay at his flat for the night, if she needed, but after Persephone’s comments, he worries she might take that the wrong way. Besides, the way she keeps uneasily glancing at him and his blood suggests that she probably wouldn’t have felt safe staying in a vampire’s flat anyway.

He greets Yasmine just as warmly when she emerges from the back, glad for some better company after the chilly car ride. He gently takes her hands and reciprocates the gesture, so well fed and sleepy at this point that putting his face in such proximity to her neck doesn’t bother him at all. "Yes, of course! But another time, perhaps. Persephone’s problem is more pressing." He ushers Persephone forward so that she can show Yasmine the mark.

- Persephone -

"Well, you were acting hysterical." Circe mutters under her breath, she is till a little salty about how you are treating her.

"You do not know how you got it?" Yasmine asks, staying out of the family drama if she heard your sister.

"Did you loose time? Or did it just appear?" She asks, which is a slightly unusual question out of the blue. "You want me to take a look?" She has not asked about your 'messy emotions', but she eyes you in a slightly funny way that suggests she may see some traces of your resurrection-ordeal.

What do you do?

- Emma -

"Call?" Moss says, clearly lost in thought. "Oh, yes. I have some ideas already. I need to consult my books. I will give you a call tomorrow."

What do you do?

- Max -

"So?" Dr Moss says, looking intently in your direction and possibly seeing something interesting. "You need 'a consultation'?" He completely misses Blossom's desperate attempts to wave him away from the topic, he does not know anything about you, but seems interested.

"The doctor needs to rest." Blossom interjects, and he does indeed look exhausted, but he smiles indulgently and poo-poos her concern.

"Pish posh." He says.

What do you do?

- Emma -

"All fixed up?" Charles asks, noting that you are walking without pain but not yet twigging on to the significance of the lack of crutches. He picks up his book from beside his empty tea cup on the table next to him and slips it into his coat pocket.

"They seem nice." He observes as he offers you his arm for support, just as he did when you arrived home. "Was it grueling?" He asks sympathetically, he is walking a little stiffly, his legs asleep from the hours of sitting, but you feel energetic and rejuvenated.

What do you do?

- Max -

"Very well. If you are not in a lot of pain." Dr Moss says. He sounds a tad relieved, but he seems a bit of a pushover and it would be easy to take advantage of him... if not for his fierce protector.

What do you do?

- Emma -

"It's no problem." Charles says, maybe he is being gallant, but maybe he is not overly eager to return to the flat and to the tension over there. "Where are we going?" He asks, clearly thinking he is still driving. He offers to carry your crutches so you can manage the umbrella.

It takes a little while to get back across town, but at least there is space in Llewis' flat's visitor's parking lot. The car should be safe, even though it is not the best neighbourhood. Charles opens his door, intent on helping you and keeping you safe.

What do you do?

- Max -

Moss and Blossom take the statement: 'I'll see you soon' rather differently. Blossom is a bit reticent to give a hard date for an appointment, saying that 'the doctor may take a few days to recover' and suggesting deciding tomorrow.

There is a few hundred in the petty cash box. Blossom again offers it to you in the hope it will stave off your return tomorrow.

What do you do?

- Persephone -

Yasmine listens to your tail. She seems to take special note of your mention of the name, though this is unlikely to be a 'true name' she can use for anything binding.

She also seems interested in the parts about the hellhound, and interrupts you briefly to enquire about whether you think being 'consumed' was related to your transportation —she is disappointed when you get the part about being teleported out of hospital as this indicates you were not 'shat out into hell'.

"You actually met with your patron?" She asks, as though this would be a highly unusual occurrence, and you are reminded about the whole 'Dude' smokescreen. "But, no. I do not expect they would be at all informative. Sharing information is not characteristic."

She seems very impressed that you were returned to life. This is kind of a big deal, apparently, just as one would expect it to be. Yasmine looks on you with renewed appreciation, and a little trepidation about what this might mean, but she does not make a show of it.

"No. Somehow I doubt your mind's wholeness is of much importance. Not if it can be paved over with a patch." She does not comment, but you get the impression she might have thoughts about the 'value' of having demons reconstruct your psyche for you.

She is impressed by the amount of power required to teleport a person from one place to another, this probably being less than that needed for resurrection —though it is hard to quantify that— and she asks some questions about 'distances and elevations'.

"'Fear' is an important part of being human." She points out. "It serves a purpose, it keeps us from doing foolish things." She does not comment on the inherent foolishness of making deals with demons, nor on how fear often plays a role in when such deals are offered, be it fear of loss or some other fear. "Maybe remind yourself to think twice before you make any decisions you might have been wary of before? Mm."

She bristles slightly when you denigrate her previous helpfulness, she feels her advice and offer of further help was very generous, especially given how little you shared and that you offered nothing in return, but she does not say anytyhing.

"Better take a look at this tattoo." She says when you are done.

If you allow her, she sorts through the variety of glasses hanging around her neck on strings, peering at the mark through one after the other, and even through more than one pair at a time, sometimes turning them as though to create diffusion patterns or polarisation or something. After a while she pokes and prods at it, going 'hmm...'

"You. Sister." She says, not having gotten Circe's name. "Make her angry." This is said in a scientific manner, as though it is a controllable thing that Circe can do like the flip of a switch.

"What? How?" Circe says sullenly. This has not been nearly as exciting as she thought it might be.

• What does Circe to that would have irritated you if not for the patch?

What do you do?

- Max -

Blossom does not have the guts to say what she thinks about your thug-denial. She merely agrees to postpone it till tomorrow, not believing the claim that it will be painless.

You are not making a brilliant impression as a 'protector'. What you do with Jack the Merc will have important implications going forward.

What do you do?