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bearattack[One of the worst things about Deerington, in Maze's opinion, is the lack of a decent nightlife (no, the Hair of the Dog does not count, thank you very much). The monsters, the trauma, the horror, all the hellish stuff she'd previously always been on the giving end of rather than the receiving end - sure, none of that's great, but a bopping nightclub would really go a long way towards making up for it. But while the occasional drink with a friend isn't the same thing, it's still... nice, she supposes. It doesn't scratch her itch for wild excitement, but it scratches her itch for companionship, and she's coming to realize more and more that that's important to her, too.
Lucifer's over today, and she's aimlessly circling the living room of her townhouse, scotch in hand, looking a bit like a lion searching for some prey to stalk. She appears to find said prey at one of the front windows, where she stops suddenly and leans in, peering closer. Finding random fingerprints and mysteriously-moved objects isn't exactly uncommon in these houses, but this seems like overkill - there are finger smudges all over the glass, on both the inside and the outside, as if someone spent quite a lot of time trying to claw their way in and then out again. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she turns to look over her shoulder at Lucifer.]
Has anyone ever tried to do a seance in these houses?
Lucifer's over today, and she's aimlessly circling the living room of her townhouse, scotch in hand, looking a bit like a lion searching for some prey to stalk. She appears to find said prey at one of the front windows, where she stops suddenly and leans in, peering closer. Finding random fingerprints and mysteriously-moved objects isn't exactly uncommon in these houses, but this seems like overkill - there are finger smudges all over the glass, on both the inside and the outside, as if someone spent quite a lot of time trying to claw their way in and then out again. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she turns to look over her shoulder at Lucifer.]
Has anyone ever tried to do a seance in these houses?
