Inbox: Pumpkin Hollow

[stoneoftherose]

[Pyotr is always slow to answer his sending stone, when he bothers to carry it with him at all. He's only rarely interested in talking to others, even when it relates to his safety or livelihood. Sometimes especially then -- if you really need to pin him down about something, it may be better to do it in person. But if you persist in this pointless endeavor, eventually unsteady hands will raise the stone to cracked lips and a drunk or hangover voice -- there doesn't seem to be any pattern as to which it is at any given hour of the day -- will answer.]

Yes? What is it?

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A few weeks after the Opera

[redlightgreenlight]

It's been a few weeks since that damned opera, Efrain's death and the aftermath of her own role in it all. It's not her role that she's upset about at this point though, it's Pyotr's. His decision to make his little glass creatures to help the demon who put them all through that hell, the one she hated so much that she almost gave into that hatred. People with powers like hers cannot afford to lose their minds or their empathy.

But Pyotr, he feels wrong from beyond the door, even before he opens it and asks her in his dull, numb voice.

"Good evening, I think we need to talk."

Her tone says he doesn't have a choice.

Sitting for a Portrait

[not_the_last]

When Fever told her about the sketchbook plan, Cassandra immediately (and warmly) agreed to sit for her portrait, touched by the gesture and the thought behind it. Later the same day, she used the sending stones to contact Pyotr and arrange a time and place.

Which is why she's here today, hair and clothes not formal but impeccably neat and crisp, ready to meet with him.

portrait, home invasion, same diff

[yournewsidekick]

As usual, Nimona doesn't bother with pesky things like "a sending stone call in advance" or "knocking" or "personal space." Instead:

"Psst."

Whenever Pyotr rouses himself from his latest stupor, a pink-haired teenage girl is nose-to-nose with him, her equally pink eyes staring deeeeeeeep into his soul.