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@cassiecapgras
calm down my man. You’re like a kid
-@charity-layne
I’m 29, and I’m no-one’s “man”
Yeah and I’m 38. You’re like a kid to me. An angry Norwegian child with a beard and a fainting disorder.
Weren’t you a doctor? I thought doctors don’t share medical information with the public?
I lost my license like ten years ago dude
Even still… don’t go sharing diagnoses with everyone
No promises :3
Now,
YOU get to decide what Chaos will take over this Blog for the next while!
Professor Layton OC Tournament
Professor Layton OST tournament
Making our own Professor Layton Game
NWOS predictions tournament
Most illogical Background NPC tournament
I decided to narrow it down to these five options. Apologies to the other ideas, but I did feel like those were more of the same thing we already had.
Number 1 👀
Give him one of Kurt’s horrific salads
Henry …. Uh…. Did not like that but is a little fuller regardless
Every goddamn day-
it’s ok Kurt I like your salad
[ooc: @billhawks @inspector-alfendi-layton @mblay-and-company @cassiecapgras @professor-layton-yaoi do we plan on continuing this rp at all? it’s been like over 2 months I think so I’m just wondering if this is dead or nah. no pressure]
[ooc: I can keep going on with it. And I got a new phone so maybe tumblr will send me notifs now.
cursebearing hips
He’s so hungry.
Henry hadn’t really thought about food in days. The incessant agony he was going through didn’t exactly rouse an appetite in him, and for most of his time, he was busy with someone in the manor.
Now that he’s free, simply existing in the kitchen, he can feel the heavy emptiness of his stomach, the painful void inside. He’s not even sure if he could eat, what with his intestines having been chopped up by himself and Cassandra. Somehow, that wasn’t even the biggest obstacle of this hunger problem anyway.
There’s no food anywhere.
He remembers earlier, opening the fridge and finding rotten food on every shelf, disgustingly moist mold covering every single item inside. Hell, even the condiments spoiled. He looked in the pantry, the drawers, the storage fridge in the basement. Nothing. The putrid stench of rot met him everywhere that food once rested in.
His stomach growled in complaint.
He’s so fucking hungry.
Cassie found her little trip of going around the building... boring. Listen she may be a classy lady, but seeing five fancy pictures in a row can make things pretty boring. She walked herself into the kitchen looking for a snack.
"Henry! How are you feeling?" She asked, "Are the stitches working? I'm sorry if they don't"
She took a glance at the rotten food and scrunched her nose. Well there goes the idea for food.
“Oh—Hello, Cassie,” Henry greeted with a small wave. “The stitches are still in place, thank you for the concern. I’m just… really hungry… and as you can see, we don’t really have much on the menu…”
He gazed sadly at the spoiled foods. What a waste… he could handle the gnawing pain of the hunger just fine—he knows it won’t be with him for very long anyway, that it won’t kill him before the spiral does—but the sight of Cassie reminded him of everyone else.
God, what will they eat? They need food more than he does. Yet they can’t leave to get any either. What are they gonna do, eat the 4 snails hanging around the mansion? Like French people? No way.
Cassie starred at the rotten food for a uncomfortable minute and a half. "There's gotta be something else in the house. Maybe those plants?" She groaned in anger, "But the plants are wilting and won't taste good! Besides, they seemed to be wilting in a spiral shape and I think we should stay safe."
She huffed and without any idea on what to do she dropped herself to the floor, sitting criss-crossed applesauce, she tapped her fingers in a pattern on the floor.
“I… don’t think house plants are very nutritious anyway…” Henry commented. He looked at a rotten apple in the fridge, covered in wet mold that should not have spread so fast. He’d only bought groceries a few days ago at best, how could they have gone bad so quickly? And all at the same time, too?
Reluctantly, he picked the fruit in his hand, the skin mushy under even the gentle grip of his fingers. He winced at the gross texture.
“I… could sample one of these,” he suggested, although one look at his face showed even he wasn’t fond of that idea. “I cant imagine it’ll be pleasurable, but… maybe it’s not that dangerous..? Not like we’ve got a choice.”
"I'm sure that it won't be that bad... you just try it first ok?" Cassie flopped herself backwards and laid on her back, trying to find pictures in the ceiling tiles. Something to make this more bearable.
Maybe she should've stayed at home. Cassie misses her fiance, her stupid sister, even Bella and Hope after all they did. But... if she didn't go to this world then she wouldn't had made these new friends.
She maneuvers herself back to standing up, uncomfortably stares at Henry for a minute and a half. And then bonks her forehead on his.
Henry held the rotting soft fruit in his hand, building up the willpower to bite into it when he felt Cassandra bonk her forehead against the side of his head, smashing his face into the unappetizing apple. He grimaced as the juices squirted on his face, the putrid stench filling his nostrils, but he took a bite with reluctance anyway, chewing the frankly terrible food and swallowed hard.
Almost instantly he dropped the apple on the floor with a quiet ‘splotch’ and gagged. The taste was unbearable, like eating mashed worm meat. He almost felt it wriggle in his throat, the awful texture of the mold bringing bile up his throat. Ungracefully, he stumbled to the sink, gripped the edge hard, and vomited what little was left in his stomach down the drain. Stomach acid burned in his throat and he wiped his mouth on his sleeve.
“…no eating the rotten food. It’s deplorable.”
"Duly noted," Cassandra tiptoed away from the mess on the ground. She went over to the sink and tries not to gag at the mess in it. She rifles through the cupboards until she finds a glass. She holds it just under the tap to the keep it clean.
She takes a sip of her water and asked, "So what did I miss while I was gone?"
“Well… nothing, for once,” Henry answered. “I got Sara some water and let them eat some other snails. It’s peaceful, for once.”
He paused. “Are Alfendi and Blay still talking? They’re okay, right? I haven’t heard from them in a little while.”
"Last I saw Blay and the Intern were going to look for Alfendi. I went to go look around... and then I'm here." Cassie slides herself up onto a countertop, "So you're a father?"
MY HUSBAND JUST BOUGHT ME A FUCKING RUSSIAN FLAG THINKING IT WAS A PRIDE FLAG. OH MY GOD HE IS SO PRECIOUS BUT LIKE WHYY
Could be worse. I used to keep buying my Fiance bisexual pride flags, so he could finally admit it to himself. ("Im strAIght cAssIE, I jUst thInk hE hAs gOrgEUs EyEs"). But then he started congratulating me on coming out as bi... despite putting those flags in present labeled to him...
And he already knew I was pansexual
He’s so hungry.
Henry hadn’t really thought about food in days. The incessant agony he was going through didn’t exactly rouse an appetite in him, and for most of his time, he was busy with someone in the manor.
Now that he’s free, simply existing in the kitchen, he can feel the heavy emptiness of his stomach, the painful void inside. He’s not even sure if he could eat, what with his intestines having been chopped up by himself and Cassandra. Somehow, that wasn’t even the biggest obstacle of this hunger problem anyway.
There’s no food anywhere.
He remembers earlier, opening the fridge and finding rotten food on every shelf, disgustingly moist mold covering every single item inside. Hell, even the condiments spoiled. He looked in the pantry, the drawers, the storage fridge in the basement. Nothing. The putrid stench of rot met him everywhere that food once rested in.
His stomach growled in complaint.
He’s so fucking hungry.
Cassie found her little trip of going around the building... boring. Listen she may be a classy lady, but seeing five fancy pictures in a row can make things pretty boring. She walked herself into the kitchen looking for a snack.
"Henry! How are you feeling?" She asked, "Are the stitches working? I'm sorry if they don't"
She took a glance at the rotten food and scrunched her nose. Well there goes the idea for food.
“Oh—Hello, Cassie,” Henry greeted with a small wave. “The stitches are still in place, thank you for the concern. I’m just… really hungry… and as you can see, we don’t really have much on the menu…”
He gazed sadly at the spoiled foods. What a waste… he could handle the gnawing pain of the hunger just fine—he knows it won’t be with him for very long anyway, that it won’t kill him before the spiral does—but the sight of Cassie reminded him of everyone else.
God, what will they eat? They need food more than he does. Yet they can’t leave to get any either. What are they gonna do, eat the 4 snails hanging around the mansion? Like French people? No way.
Cassie starred at the rotten food for a uncomfortable minute and a half. "There's gotta be something else in the house. Maybe those plants?" She groaned in anger, "But the plants are wilting and won't taste good! Besides, they seemed to be wilting in a spiral shape and I think we should stay safe."
She huffed and without any idea on what to do she dropped herself to the floor, sitting criss-crossed applesauce, she tapped her fingers in a pattern on the floor.
“I… don’t think house plants are very nutritious anyway…” Henry commented. He looked at a rotten apple in the fridge, covered in wet mold that should not have spread so fast. He’d only bought groceries a few days ago at best, how could they have gone bad so quickly? And all at the same time, too?
Reluctantly, he picked the fruit in his hand, the skin mushy under even the gentle grip of his fingers. He winced at the gross texture.
“I… could sample one of these,” he suggested, although one look at his face showed even he wasn’t fond of that idea. “I cant imagine it’ll be pleasurable, but… maybe it’s not that dangerous..? Not like we’ve got a choice.”
"I'm sure that it won't be that bad... you just try it first ok?" Cassie flopped herself backwards and laid on her back, trying to find pictures in the ceiling tiles. Something to make this more bearable.
Maybe she should've stayed at home. Cassie misses her fiance, her stupid sister, even Bella and Hope after all they did. But... if she didn't go to this world then she wouldn't had made these new friends.
She maneuvers herself back to standing up, uncomfortably stares at Henry for a minute and a half. And then bonks her forehead on his.
Henry held the rotting soft fruit in his hand, building up the willpower to bite into it when he felt Cassandra bonk her forehead against the side of his head, smashing his face into the unappetizing apple. He grimaced as the juices squirted on his face, the putrid stench filling his nostrils, but he took a bite with reluctance anyway, chewing the frankly terrible food and swallowed hard.
Almost instantly he dropped the apple on the floor with a quiet ‘splotch’ and gagged. The taste was unbearable, like eating mashed worm meat. He almost felt it wriggle in his throat, the awful texture of the mold bringing bile up his throat. Ungracefully, he stumbled to the sink, gripped the edge hard, and vomited what little was left in his stomach down the drain. Stomach acid burned in his throat and he wiped his mouth on his sleeve.
“…no eating the rotten food. It’s deplorable.”
"Duly noted," Cassandra tiptoed away from the mess on the ground. She went over to the sink and tries not to gag at the mess in it. She rifles through the cupboards until she finds a glass. She holds it just under the tap to the keep it clean.
She takes a sip of her water and asked, "So what did I miss while I was gone?"
He’s so hungry.
Henry hadn’t really thought about food in days. The incessant agony he was going through didn’t exactly rouse an appetite in him, and for most of his time, he was busy with someone in the manor.
Now that he’s free, simply existing in the kitchen, he can feel the heavy emptiness of his stomach, the painful void inside. He’s not even sure if he could eat, what with his intestines having been chopped up by himself and Cassandra. Somehow, that wasn’t even the biggest obstacle of this hunger problem anyway.
There’s no food anywhere.
He remembers earlier, opening the fridge and finding rotten food on every shelf, disgustingly moist mold covering every single item inside. Hell, even the condiments spoiled. He looked in the pantry, the drawers, the storage fridge in the basement. Nothing. The putrid stench of rot met him everywhere that food once rested in.
His stomach growled in complaint.
He’s so fucking hungry.
Cassie found her little trip of going around the building... boring. Listen she may be a classy lady, but seeing five fancy pictures in a row can make things pretty boring. She walked herself into the kitchen looking for a snack.
"Henry! How are you feeling?" She asked, "Are the stitches working? I'm sorry if they don't"
She took a glance at the rotten food and scrunched her nose. Well there goes the idea for food.
“Oh—Hello, Cassie,” Henry greeted with a small wave. “The stitches are still in place, thank you for the concern. I’m just… really hungry… and as you can see, we don’t really have much on the menu…”
He gazed sadly at the spoiled foods. What a waste… he could handle the gnawing pain of the hunger just fine—he knows it won’t be with him for very long anyway, that it won’t kill him before the spiral does—but the sight of Cassie reminded him of everyone else.
God, what will they eat? They need food more than he does. Yet they can’t leave to get any either. What are they gonna do, eat the 4 snails hanging around the mansion? Like French people? No way.
Cassie starred at the rotten food for a uncomfortable minute and a half. "There's gotta be something else in the house. Maybe those plants?" She groaned in anger, "But the plants are wilting and won't taste good! Besides, they seemed to be wilting in a spiral shape and I think we should stay safe."
She huffed and without any idea on what to do she dropped herself to the floor, sitting criss-crossed applesauce, she tapped her fingers in a pattern on the floor.
“I… don’t think house plants are very nutritious anyway…” Henry commented. He looked at a rotten apple in the fridge, covered in wet mold that should not have spread so fast. He’d only bought groceries a few days ago at best, how could they have gone bad so quickly? And all at the same time, too?
Reluctantly, he picked the fruit in his hand, the skin mushy under even the gentle grip of his fingers. He winced at the gross texture.
“I… could sample one of these,” he suggested, although one look at his face showed even he wasn’t fond of that idea. “I cant imagine it’ll be pleasurable, but… maybe it’s not that dangerous..? Not like we’ve got a choice.”
"I'm sure that it won't be that bad... you just try it first ok?" Cassie flopped herself backwards and laid on her back, trying to find pictures in the ceiling tiles. Something to make this more bearable.
Maybe she should've stayed at home. Cassie misses her fiance, her stupid sister, even Bella and Hope after all they did. But... if she didn't go to this world then she wouldn't had made these new friends.
She maneuvers herself back to standing up, uncomfortably stares at Henry for a minute and a half. And then bonks her forehead on his.
He’s so hungry.
Henry hadn’t really thought about food in days. The incessant agony he was going through didn’t exactly rouse an appetite in him, and for most of his time, he was busy with someone in the manor.
Now that he’s free, simply existing in the kitchen, he can feel the heavy emptiness of his stomach, the painful void inside. He’s not even sure if he could eat, what with his intestines having been chopped up by himself and Cassandra. Somehow, that wasn’t even the biggest obstacle of this hunger problem anyway.
There’s no food anywhere.
He remembers earlier, opening the fridge and finding rotten food on every shelf, disgustingly moist mold covering every single item inside. Hell, even the condiments spoiled. He looked in the pantry, the drawers, the storage fridge in the basement. Nothing. The putrid stench of rot met him everywhere that food once rested in.
His stomach growled in complaint.
He’s so fucking hungry.
Cassie found her little trip of going around the building... boring. Listen she may be a classy lady, but seeing five fancy pictures in a row can make things pretty boring. She walked herself into the kitchen looking for a snack.
"Henry! How are you feeling?" She asked, "Are the stitches working? I'm sorry if they don't"
She took a glance at the rotten food and scrunched her nose. Well there goes the idea for food.
“Oh—Hello, Cassie,” Henry greeted with a small wave. “The stitches are still in place, thank you for the concern. I’m just… really hungry… and as you can see, we don’t really have much on the menu…”
He gazed sadly at the spoiled foods. What a waste… he could handle the gnawing pain of the hunger just fine—he knows it won’t be with him for very long anyway, that it won’t kill him before the spiral does—but the sight of Cassie reminded him of everyone else.
God, what will they eat? They need food more than he does. Yet they can’t leave to get any either. What are they gonna do, eat the 4 snails hanging around the mansion? Like French people? No way.
Cassie starred at the rotten food for a uncomfortable minute and a half. "There's gotta be something else in the house. Maybe those plants?" She groaned in anger, "But the plants are wilting and won't taste good! Besides, they seemed to be wilting in a spiral shape and I think we should stay safe."
She huffed and without any idea on what to do she dropped herself to the floor, sitting criss-crossed applesauce, she tapped her fingers in a pattern on the floor.
Who let you on tumblr? Why must everything be ruined for me?!
-@cassiecapgras
Oh please. This platform would be dead without me, I’m the only significant person on here.
Wow!
You jelous literally every other blog is able to get bitches and d, but your not?
He’s so hungry.
Henry hadn’t really thought about food in days. The incessant agony he was going through didn’t exactly rouse an appetite in him, and for most of his time, he was busy with someone in the manor.
Now that he’s free, simply existing in the kitchen, he can feel the heavy emptiness of his stomach, the painful void inside. He’s not even sure if he could eat, what with his intestines having been chopped up by himself and Cassandra. Somehow, that wasn’t even the biggest obstacle of this hunger problem anyway.
There’s no food anywhere.
He remembers earlier, opening the fridge and finding rotten food on every shelf, disgustingly moist mold covering every single item inside. Hell, even the condiments spoiled. He looked in the pantry, the drawers, the storage fridge in the basement. Nothing. The putrid stench of rot met him everywhere that food once rested in.
His stomach growled in complaint.
He’s so fucking hungry.
Cassie found her little trip of going around the building... boring. Listen she may be a classy lady, but seeing five fancy pictures in a row can make things pretty boring. She walked herself into the kitchen looking for a snack.
"Henry! How are you feeling?" She asked, "Are the stitches working? I'm sorry if they don't"
She took a glance at the rotten food and scrunched her nose. Well there goes the idea for food.
What luck! The Professor and Mr. Ledore are distracting each other, and Bloom is… doing whatever that is. Now’s my chance to meet with Alfendi!
Newly aware of the hallway’s layout, I quickly rounded the corner I had missed earlier—only to run back behind it.
I’m so close to the door, but there’s a pair near the couch! Why are there so many people here? Was Mr. Ledore holding some sort of event?
…wait, are these people being held hostage like Bill? Hmm, they aren’t trapped in a bedroom, so maybe they’re goons working with Alfendi! That must be why they’re here specifically; they’re guarding the door.
Dang it, I can’t tell what they’re doing from this far away. Whatever it is looks like fine work, they probably won’t be moving in a while… what should I do now?
Well, Alfendi did request for me to bring the orb and knife. Maybe they’re expecting me?
I again walked around the corner, stopping awkwardly in the center of the entrance. I’ll just… wait for them to address me, I suppose?
Cassandra sat herself down the couch this time. Hoping for some comfort from its plush fabric. She restored the urge to rock herself back and forth.
There was no idle gossip this time, or discussing each other's weddings. It was just sitting in silence.
@mblay-and-company
I was very quick in getting the long locks cut to a short bob just below her chin. It was definitely uneven, but that's not important at this time.
I look up during my work by chance, noticing the new guest standing on the hallway. He looked like the most Word-for-Word Definition of a "Poor Little Meow Meow." I give him a patient smile.
"You look lost, friend. Why don't you sit down, and I'll help you get your barrings straight?" I suggest warmly.
@billhawks
I instantly relaxed at the sight of a friendly face. Maybe this wouldn’t be so difficult after all.
Thank you, but I can’t sit right now. Someone needs my help!
I’m not sure how much either of them know, but asking probably wouldn’t hurt, right? Neither of them look dangerous.
I… uh… look, I’m assuming you know why I’m here. You are aware that I need to meet with Alfendi, right? It’s very serious business.
I tried my best to look important while saying that. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to work…
Cassandra chimed in, an attempt to get things back to how they were at her first haircut.
"I know an Alfendi, he's an annoying elementary schooler. Well not really annoying he just doesn't like talk to me. Are we talking about the same person?"
@mblay-and-company
I hum in thought for a moment.
"I don't believe that's the Alfendi this young man's looking for. I believe he's looking for Henry's son, who should currently be on strict bed rest." I let out a soft huff, looking over Cassie's hair carefully. "I don't recall being told of you, so if he called for you while he was supposed to be resting, I'm gonna have some words with him... I can take you to him when I'm done here, but I have to make sure this is under control, first..." I gesture to Cassie's hair with a sigh.
It wasn't trying to mesmerize people for attention, so that's not the cause of the issue. So why was it behaving like this..?
@billhawks
Resting? He did look pretty beat up when I saw him last…
I sighed and leaned back in my seat. I have no idea what this stranger was referring to about that woman’s hair, but it seems like I’ll have to wait just a bit longer.
Ok. Well, I suppose I should introduce myself in the meantime. My name’s… well, you can just call me Intern. Everyone calls me Intern! Actually, not to brag, but I’m the Prime Minister’s intern.
I nervously gripped the strap of my bag once I finished speaking. Are they aware Bill is here? How much should I really tell them?
"Oh, the erm, Prime Minister." Cassie said, "What would you do if you weren't his intern?"
Cassandra messed with one of curls that weren't currently spirals lost in thought. That ass of a leader.
At least there's always one person that your better than.
My head tilted from side to side, juggling my two thought processes between the two sides.
"Has a new Prime Minister already been chosen..? Pretty sure Hawks isn't current acting right now, given circumstances..." I muse out loud before putting a hand on Cassie's shoulder.
"Now Cassie, I know this will sound strange, but... What was going on with you when your hair started going crazy? Like, were there any common thoughts or emotions happening when it started growing?"
@billhawks
I shrunk in my seat upon seeing the strangers' reactions. I was expecting them to be at least a little impressed.
First, I addressed the person beside "Cassie". We have a temporary PM in place. Parliament has been a disaster, trust me. I never thought my work would get harder, but...
I would rather drop the subject. Thinking about how much work is piling on back at Bill's office is nauseating, to say the least.
Pondering Cassie's question only causes me to further deflate; why would she ask that? Neither she or her friend introduced themselves to me, but she's already asking that sort of personal question? Perhaps this is some sort of test?
Gosh, if I wasn't Bill's intern, I don't know where I'd be today. Hmm... when I was young I wanted to go to art school. It was my dream, but my family wasn’t too keen on that idea; my mother herself said that all artists are dirty, homeless hippies.
Well, I agreed with them. I’m definitely no Da Vinci, so it’s silly to think I stood a chance there. My whole life, I had always listened to my family over my heart, and they never steered me wrong…
Until I went to law school. You see, my parents wanted me to stay… close, and the only place after secondary school that worked was some hoity-toity law school. I hated it there. I never fit in… luckily, it wasn’t all for naught. I met Bill at that school.
It was shortly before he was elected PM. Bill was doing a lecturing tour, and my school was one of his stops. After a particularly rough day, I actually bumped into him. I was a complete mess; tears, runny nose, flushed face, you get the picture.
That was when Bill told me something important: “You don’t belong here.”
After so many hopeless pep talks from my parents, counselors, professors… Bill was the only one who could see what I saw. He was the only one who truly understood how I felt. He then said, and I quote, “Nobody will ever hire someone as pathetic as yourself. I'm the only chance you got."
He gave me his card and encouraged me to go to his lecture. Bill is my opposite: he's driven to achieve his goals no matter what, he always speaks his mind, and he never lets ANYTHING intimidate him. Naturally, I took the chance he offered me. Not only did I get to finally distance myself from my family, I also got to be taught everything I needed to know by Bill personally.
So, if I wasn't Bill's Intern, I would probably be a mess. Either a miserable starving artist or a miserable penniless law student, still trapped back home. At least I can be a happy, starving, penniless Intern now! That's why I need to save Bill from Al-
I instantly slapped a hand to my mouth. Dang it, I got carried away rambling! Did they even know Bill was here? Ugh, was that some sort of trick question?! To think I could get fooled so easily!
Sorry. I didn't mean to ramble on and interrupt you two like that.
Maybe they didn't notice? That was a pretty long, boring story.
"Oh really! I'm going into law right now!" Cassie said in a cheery tone ignoring all the angst, "Someone with talents such as your shouldn't be working for, or well, used to for Bill Hawks. ("That whore," She muttered under her breath.) Think about all the bette things you should be doing right now."
She wwnt on to answer Blay's question, "I don't know it only happened after I heard about the curse... the gunshot, Henry's whole intestine debacle, and you passing out. I usually didn't notice though until after I'm done something.
@mblay-and-company
I catch the trail end of the Intern's ramble very easily. This poor kid is about 2 misteps away from an explosive anxiety attack, and Bill is giving him the worst Ring Around in history.
Jesus Fucking Christ...
I let out another contemplative hum as Cassie explained what was going on.
"In... Intestine...? You know what? I don't wanna know..." I pinch the bridge of my nose.
"Now Cassie, I'm just taking a shot in the dark here, but... I think your hair is growing faster when you're extremely DISTRESSED in some way. So if we don't want it to KEEP growing, you're gonna have to hold onto the hope that we're gonna be okay..."
Cassie tugged on her dress, oh yeah just not think about it why didn't i think of that before? Hold onto hope my ass!! "Yeah sure I think I can do that. Your super strong, well I assumed considering how much effort it took to carry you. And Henry is smart he tried kicking us out to avoid this. And Hint Coin is... somewhere staying happy. Yeah... I'll be fine."
Whatever is happening better be worth it in the end, Cassie isn't sure she can take it anymore.
@mblay-and-company
Cassie's sarcasm was so thick, I could easily cut it with a knife. It was fair, to be honest.
I let out a sigh before gently pulling her face to look at me.
"Listen to me... I get it. I understand how terrified you must be. Nothing going on makes sense, and you don't know what's going to happen. But as your friend, I'm going to get you out of here if it's the last thing I do, okay?"
"Right friend's do this. So what's the game plan?" Cassie asked, hoping she wouldn't have to call her sister. "You said this was a curse right, there has to be some way to reverse it. I have experience with reversing curses."
Well once, by accident, with help.
@mblay-and-company
"Curse isn't the right word, but it's not a... Physical creature, either... The problem is that I don't know how to explain it in a way that makes sense..." I sigh, looking around somewhat despondently.
"It's not going to be easy. It's going to make you want to buckle and break under the stress. But I've got a wedding ahead of me, so I'm not going to let this thing take me. And you can't die here either, because how else are you going to be there? I can't get married without my friends there, after all..." I press my forehead to hers with a smile. "... I just need you to trust me, okay?"
@cassiecapgras
"Alright as long as you toss you bouquet to me," Cassie chuckles, "I am getting married after you, after all."
Cassie stood up and ruffled her hands through her once again short hair. "Alright you two! Let's go stop a curse... creature... thing?! Blay what do you need me to do?"
@mblay-and-company
I give Cassie a warm smile, having a good feeling that this should help her keep her thoughts out of the Spiral for a while.
"Truthfully? I need you to stay with Henry as much as you can. He's FAR from a healthy headspace right now with everything he's going through, and if something's going on involving Al, he's going to snap like a twig if we don't keep him grounded. I'm going to ask our new friend for information about what's going on on the Alfendi side of things so that I can help keep the situation as... Stress free as possible..."
I didn't really care about Bill freaking out about anything. I was more worried about making sure Henry didn't do anything too drastic...
@cassiecapgras
"Alright, besides that gives me an excuse to explore the place. Maybe I'll find something... or just nice smelling candles." Cassie giggled, and bunped her forehead back onto Mblay's. "You don't need me for anything else right? We're splitting up."
@mblay-and-company
What luck! The Professor and Mr. Ledore are distracting each other, and Bloom is… doing whatever that is. Now’s my chance to meet with Alfendi!
Newly aware of the hallway’s layout, I quickly rounded the corner I had missed earlier—only to run back behind it.
I’m so close to the door, but there’s a pair near the couch! Why are there so many people here? Was Mr. Ledore holding some sort of event?
…wait, are these people being held hostage like Bill? Hmm, they aren’t trapped in a bedroom, so maybe they’re goons working with Alfendi! That must be why they’re here specifically; they’re guarding the door.
Dang it, I can’t tell what they’re doing from this far away. Whatever it is looks like fine work, they probably won’t be moving in a while… what should I do now?
Well, Alfendi did request for me to bring the orb and knife. Maybe they’re expecting me?
I again walked around the corner, stopping awkwardly in the center of the entrance. I’ll just… wait for them to address me, I suppose?
Cassandra sat herself down the couch this time. Hoping for some comfort from its plush fabric. She restored the urge to rock herself back and forth.
There was no idle gossip this time, or discussing each other's weddings. It was just sitting in silence.
@mblay-and-company
I was very quick in getting the long locks cut to a short bob just below her chin. It was definitely uneven, but that's not important at this time.
I look up during my work by chance, noticing the new guest standing on the hallway. He looked like the most Word-for-Word Definition of a "Poor Little Meow Meow." I give him a patient smile.
"You look lost, friend. Why don't you sit down, and I'll help you get your barrings straight?" I suggest warmly.
@billhawks
I instantly relaxed at the sight of a friendly face. Maybe this wouldn’t be so difficult after all.
Thank you, but I can’t sit right now. Someone needs my help!
I’m not sure how much either of them know, but asking probably wouldn’t hurt, right? Neither of them look dangerous.
I… uh… look, I’m assuming you know why I’m here. You are aware that I need to meet with Alfendi, right? It’s very serious business.
I tried my best to look important while saying that. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to work…
Cassandra chimed in, an attempt to get things back to how they were at her first haircut.
"I know an Alfendi, he's an annoying elementary schooler. Well not really annoying he just doesn't like talk to me. Are we talking about the same person?"
@mblay-and-company
I hum in thought for a moment.
"I don't believe that's the Alfendi this young man's looking for. I believe he's looking for Henry's son, who should currently be on strict bed rest." I let out a soft huff, looking over Cassie's hair carefully. "I don't recall being told of you, so if he called for you while he was supposed to be resting, I'm gonna have some words with him... I can take you to him when I'm done here, but I have to make sure this is under control, first..." I gesture to Cassie's hair with a sigh.
It wasn't trying to mesmerize people for attention, so that's not the cause of the issue. So why was it behaving like this..?
@billhawks
Resting? He did look pretty beat up when I saw him last…
I sighed and leaned back in my seat. I have no idea what this stranger was referring to about that woman’s hair, but it seems like I’ll have to wait just a bit longer.
Ok. Well, I suppose I should introduce myself in the meantime. My name’s… well, you can just call me Intern. Everyone calls me Intern! Actually, not to brag, but I’m the Prime Minister’s intern.
I nervously gripped the strap of my bag once I finished speaking. Are they aware Bill is here? How much should I really tell them?
"Oh, the erm, Prime Minister." Cassie said, "What would you do if you weren't his intern?"
Cassandra messed with one of curls that weren't currently spirals lost in thought. That ass of a leader.
At least there's always one person that your better than.
My head tilted from side to side, juggling my two thought processes between the two sides.
"Has a new Prime Minister already been chosen..? Pretty sure Hawks isn't current acting right now, given circumstances..." I muse out loud before putting a hand on Cassie's shoulder.
"Now Cassie, I know this will sound strange, but... What was going on with you when your hair started going crazy? Like, were there any common thoughts or emotions happening when it started growing?"
@billhawks
I shrunk in my seat upon seeing the strangers' reactions. I was expecting them to be at least a little impressed.
First, I addressed the person beside "Cassie". We have a temporary PM in place. Parliament has been a disaster, trust me. I never thought my work would get harder, but...
I would rather drop the subject. Thinking about how much work is piling on back at Bill's office is nauseating, to say the least.
Pondering Cassie's question only causes me to further deflate; why would she ask that? Neither she or her friend introduced themselves to me, but she's already asking that sort of personal question? Perhaps this is some sort of test?
Gosh, if I wasn't Bill's intern, I don't know where I'd be today. Hmm... when I was young I wanted to go to art school. It was my dream, but my family wasn’t too keen on that idea; my mother herself said that all artists are dirty, homeless hippies.
Well, I agreed with them. I’m definitely no Da Vinci, so it’s silly to think I stood a chance there. My whole life, I had always listened to my family over my heart, and they never steered me wrong…
Until I went to law school. You see, my parents wanted me to stay… close, and the only place after secondary school that worked was some hoity-toity law school. I hated it there. I never fit in… luckily, it wasn’t all for naught. I met Bill at that school.
It was shortly before he was elected PM. Bill was doing a lecturing tour, and my school was one of his stops. After a particularly rough day, I actually bumped into him. I was a complete mess; tears, runny nose, flushed face, you get the picture.
That was when Bill told me something important: “You don’t belong here.”
After so many hopeless pep talks from my parents, counselors, professors… Bill was the only one who could see what I saw. He was the only one who truly understood how I felt. He then said, and I quote, “Nobody will ever hire someone as pathetic as yourself. I'm the only chance you got."
He gave me his card and encouraged me to go to his lecture. Bill is my opposite: he's driven to achieve his goals no matter what, he always speaks his mind, and he never lets ANYTHING intimidate him. Naturally, I took the chance he offered me. Not only did I get to finally distance myself from my family, I also got to be taught everything I needed to know by Bill personally.
So, if I wasn't Bill's Intern, I would probably be a mess. Either a miserable starving artist or a miserable penniless law student, still trapped back home. At least I can be a happy, starving, penniless Intern now! That's why I need to save Bill from Al-
I instantly slapped a hand to my mouth. Dang it, I got carried away rambling! Did they even know Bill was here? Ugh, was that some sort of trick question?! To think I could get fooled so easily!
Sorry. I didn't mean to ramble on and interrupt you two like that.
Maybe they didn't notice? That was a pretty long, boring story.
"Oh really! I'm going into law right now!" Cassie said in a cheery tone ignoring all the angst, "Someone with talents such as your shouldn't be working for, or well, used to for Bill Hawks. ("That whore," She muttered under her breath.) Think about all the bette things you should be doing right now."
She wwnt on to answer Blay's question, "I don't know it only happened after I heard about the curse... the gunshot, Henry's whole intestine debacle, and you passing out. I usually didn't notice though until after I'm done something.
@mblay-and-company
I catch the trail end of the Intern's ramble very easily. This poor kid is about 2 misteps away from an explosive anxiety attack, and Bill is giving him the worst Ring Around in history.
Jesus Fucking Christ...
I let out another contemplative hum as Cassie explained what was going on.
"In... Intestine...? You know what? I don't wanna know..." I pinch the bridge of my nose.
"Now Cassie, I'm just taking a shot in the dark here, but... I think your hair is growing faster when you're extremely DISTRESSED in some way. So if we don't want it to KEEP growing, you're gonna have to hold onto the hope that we're gonna be okay..."
Cassie tugged on her dress, oh yeah just not think about it why didn't i think of that before? Hold onto hope my ass!! "Yeah sure I think I can do that. Your super strong, well I assumed considering how much effort it took to carry you. And Henry is smart he tried kicking us out to avoid this. And Hint Coin is... somewhere staying happy. Yeah... I'll be fine."
Whatever is happening better be worth it in the end, Cassie isn't sure she can take it anymore.
@mblay-and-company
Cassie's sarcasm was so thick, I could easily cut it with a knife. It was fair, to be honest.
I let out a sigh before gently pulling her face to look at me.
"Listen to me... I get it. I understand how terrified you must be. Nothing going on makes sense, and you don't know what's going to happen. But as your friend, I'm going to get you out of here if it's the last thing I do, okay?"
"Right friend's do this. So what's the game plan?" Cassie asked, hoping she wouldn't have to call her sister. "You said this was a curse right, there has to be some way to reverse it. I have experience with reversing curses."
Well once, by accident, with help.
@mblay-and-company
"Curse isn't the right word, but it's not a... Physical creature, either... The problem is that I don't know how to explain it in a way that makes sense..." I sigh, looking around somewhat despondently.
"It's not going to be easy. It's going to make you want to buckle and break under the stress. But I've got a wedding ahead of me, so I'm not going to let this thing take me. And you can't die here either, because how else are you going to be there? I can't get married without my friends there, after all..." I press my forehead to hers with a smile. "... I just need you to trust me, okay?"
@cassiecapgras
"Alright as long as you toss you bouquet to me," Cassie chuckles, "I am getting married after you, after all."
Cassie stood up and ruffled her hands through her once again short hair. "Alright you two! Let's go stop a curse... creature... thing?! Blay what do you need me to do?"
@mblay-and-company
What luck! The Professor and Mr. Ledore are distracting each other, and Bloom is… doing whatever that is. Now’s my chance to meet with Alfendi!
Newly aware of the hallway’s layout, I quickly rounded the corner I had missed earlier—only to run back behind it.
I’m so close to the door, but there’s a pair near the couch! Why are there so many people here? Was Mr. Ledore holding some sort of event?
…wait, are these people being held hostage like Bill? Hmm, they aren’t trapped in a bedroom, so maybe they’re goons working with Alfendi! That must be why they’re here specifically; they’re guarding the door.
Dang it, I can’t tell what they’re doing from this far away. Whatever it is looks like fine work, they probably won’t be moving in a while… what should I do now?
Well, Alfendi did request for me to bring the orb and knife. Maybe they’re expecting me?
I again walked around the corner, stopping awkwardly in the center of the entrance. I’ll just… wait for them to address me, I suppose?
Cassandra sat herself down the couch this time. Hoping for some comfort from its plush fabric. She restored the urge to rock herself back and forth.
There was no idle gossip this time, or discussing each other's weddings. It was just sitting in silence.
@mblay-and-company
I was very quick in getting the long locks cut to a short bob just below her chin. It was definitely uneven, but that's not important at this time.
I look up during my work by chance, noticing the new guest standing on the hallway. He looked like the most Word-for-Word Definition of a "Poor Little Meow Meow." I give him a patient smile.
"You look lost, friend. Why don't you sit down, and I'll help you get your barrings straight?" I suggest warmly.
@billhawks
I instantly relaxed at the sight of a friendly face. Maybe this wouldn’t be so difficult after all.
Thank you, but I can’t sit right now. Someone needs my help!
I’m not sure how much either of them know, but asking probably wouldn’t hurt, right? Neither of them look dangerous.
I… uh… look, I’m assuming you know why I’m here. You are aware that I need to meet with Alfendi, right? It’s very serious business.
I tried my best to look important while saying that. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to work…
Cassandra chimed in, an attempt to get things back to how they were at her first haircut.
"I know an Alfendi, he's an annoying elementary schooler. Well not really annoying he just doesn't like talk to me. Are we talking about the same person?"
@mblay-and-company
I hum in thought for a moment.
"I don't believe that's the Alfendi this young man's looking for. I believe he's looking for Henry's son, who should currently be on strict bed rest." I let out a soft huff, looking over Cassie's hair carefully. "I don't recall being told of you, so if he called for you while he was supposed to be resting, I'm gonna have some words with him... I can take you to him when I'm done here, but I have to make sure this is under control, first..." I gesture to Cassie's hair with a sigh.
It wasn't trying to mesmerize people for attention, so that's not the cause of the issue. So why was it behaving like this..?
@billhawks
Resting? He did look pretty beat up when I saw him last…
I sighed and leaned back in my seat. I have no idea what this stranger was referring to about that woman’s hair, but it seems like I’ll have to wait just a bit longer.
Ok. Well, I suppose I should introduce myself in the meantime. My name’s… well, you can just call me Intern. Everyone calls me Intern! Actually, not to brag, but I’m the Prime Minister’s intern.
I nervously gripped the strap of my bag once I finished speaking. Are they aware Bill is here? How much should I really tell them?
"Oh, the erm, Prime Minister." Cassie said, "What would you do if you weren't his intern?"
Cassandra messed with one of curls that weren't currently spirals lost in thought. That ass of a leader.
At least there's always one person that your better than.
My head tilted from side to side, juggling my two thought processes between the two sides.
"Has a new Prime Minister already been chosen..? Pretty sure Hawks isn't current acting right now, given circumstances..." I muse out loud before putting a hand on Cassie's shoulder.
"Now Cassie, I know this will sound strange, but... What was going on with you when your hair started going crazy? Like, were there any common thoughts or emotions happening when it started growing?"
@billhawks
I shrunk in my seat upon seeing the strangers' reactions. I was expecting them to be at least a little impressed.
First, I addressed the person beside "Cassie". We have a temporary PM in place. Parliament has been a disaster, trust me. I never thought my work would get harder, but...
I would rather drop the subject. Thinking about how much work is piling on back at Bill's office is nauseating, to say the least.
Pondering Cassie's question only causes me to further deflate; why would she ask that? Neither she or her friend introduced themselves to me, but she's already asking that sort of personal question? Perhaps this is some sort of test?
Gosh, if I wasn't Bill's intern, I don't know where I'd be today. Hmm... when I was young I wanted to go to art school. It was my dream, but my family wasn’t too keen on that idea; my mother herself said that all artists are dirty, homeless hippies.
Well, I agreed with them. I’m definitely no Da Vinci, so it’s silly to think I stood a chance there. My whole life, I had always listened to my family over my heart, and they never steered me wrong…
Until I went to law school. You see, my parents wanted me to stay… close, and the only place after secondary school that worked was some hoity-toity law school. I hated it there. I never fit in… luckily, it wasn’t all for naught. I met Bill at that school.
It was shortly before he was elected PM. Bill was doing a lecturing tour, and my school was one of his stops. After a particularly rough day, I actually bumped into him. I was a complete mess; tears, runny nose, flushed face, you get the picture.
That was when Bill told me something important: “You don’t belong here.”
After so many hopeless pep talks from my parents, counselors, professors… Bill was the only one who could see what I saw. He was the only one who truly understood how I felt. He then said, and I quote, “Nobody will ever hire someone as pathetic as yourself. I'm the only chance you got."
He gave me his card and encouraged me to go to his lecture. Bill is my opposite: he's driven to achieve his goals no matter what, he always speaks his mind, and he never lets ANYTHING intimidate him. Naturally, I took the chance he offered me. Not only did I get to finally distance myself from my family, I also got to be taught everything I needed to know by Bill personally.
So, if I wasn't Bill's Intern, I would probably be a mess. Either a miserable starving artist or a miserable penniless law student, still trapped back home. At least I can be a happy, starving, penniless Intern now! That's why I need to save Bill from Al-
I instantly slapped a hand to my mouth. Dang it, I got carried away rambling! Did they even know Bill was here? Ugh, was that some sort of trick question?! To think I could get fooled so easily!
Sorry. I didn't mean to ramble on and interrupt you two like that.
Maybe they didn't notice? That was a pretty long, boring story.
"Oh really! I'm going into law right now!" Cassie said in a cheery tone ignoring all the angst, "Someone with talents such as your shouldn't be working for, or well, used to for Bill Hawks. ("That whore," She muttered under her breath.) Think about all the bette things you should be doing right now."
She wwnt on to answer Blay's question, "I don't know it only happened after I heard about the curse... the gunshot, Henry's whole intestine debacle, and you passing out. I usually didn't notice though until after I'm done something.
@mblay-and-company
I catch the trail end of the Intern's ramble very easily. This poor kid is about 2 misteps away from an explosive anxiety attack, and Bill is giving him the worst Ring Around in history.
Jesus Fucking Christ...
I let out another contemplative hum as Cassie explained what was going on.
"In... Intestine...? You know what? I don't wanna know..." I pinch the bridge of my nose.
"Now Cassie, I'm just taking a shot in the dark here, but... I think your hair is growing faster when you're extremely DISTRESSED in some way. So if we don't want it to KEEP growing, you're gonna have to hold onto the hope that we're gonna be okay..."
Cassie tugged on her dress, oh yeah just not think about it why didn't i think of that before? Hold onto hope my ass!! "Yeah sure I think I can do that. Your super strong, well I assumed considering how much effort it took to carry you. And Henry is smart he tried kicking us out to avoid this. And Hint Coin is... somewhere staying happy. Yeah... I'll be fine."
Whatever is happening better be worth it in the end, Cassie isn't sure she can take it anymore.
@mblay-and-company
Cassie's sarcasm was so thick, I could easily cut it with a knife. It was fair, to be honest.
I let out a sigh before gently pulling her face to look at me.
"Listen to me... I get it. I understand how terrified you must be. Nothing going on makes sense, and you don't know what's going to happen. But as your friend, I'm going to get you out of here if it's the last thing I do, okay?"
"Right friend's do this. So what's the game plan?" Cassie asked, hoping she wouldn't have to call her sister. "You said this was a curse right, there has to be some way to reverse it. I have experience with reversing curses."
Well once, by accident, with help.
@mblay-and-company
What luck! The Professor and Mr. Ledore are distracting each other, and Bloom is… doing whatever that is. Now’s my chance to meet with Alfendi!
Newly aware of the hallway’s layout, I quickly rounded the corner I had missed earlier—only to run back behind it.
I’m so close to the door, but there’s a pair near the couch! Why are there so many people here? Was Mr. Ledore holding some sort of event?
…wait, are these people being held hostage like Bill? Hmm, they aren’t trapped in a bedroom, so maybe they’re goons working with Alfendi! That must be why they’re here specifically; they’re guarding the door.
Dang it, I can’t tell what they’re doing from this far away. Whatever it is looks like fine work, they probably won’t be moving in a while… what should I do now?
Well, Alfendi did request for me to bring the orb and knife. Maybe they’re expecting me?
I again walked around the corner, stopping awkwardly in the center of the entrance. I’ll just… wait for them to address me, I suppose?
Cassandra sat herself down the couch this time. Hoping for some comfort from its plush fabric. She restored the urge to rock herself back and forth.
There was no idle gossip this time, or discussing each other's weddings. It was just sitting in silence.
@mblay-and-company
I was very quick in getting the long locks cut to a short bob just below her chin. It was definitely uneven, but that's not important at this time.
I look up during my work by chance, noticing the new guest standing on the hallway. He looked like the most Word-for-Word Definition of a "Poor Little Meow Meow." I give him a patient smile.
"You look lost, friend. Why don't you sit down, and I'll help you get your barrings straight?" I suggest warmly.
@billhawks
I instantly relaxed at the sight of a friendly face. Maybe this wouldn’t be so difficult after all.
Thank you, but I can’t sit right now. Someone needs my help!
I’m not sure how much either of them know, but asking probably wouldn’t hurt, right? Neither of them look dangerous.
I… uh… look, I’m assuming you know why I’m here. You are aware that I need to meet with Alfendi, right? It’s very serious business.
I tried my best to look important while saying that. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to work…
Cassandra chimed in, an attempt to get things back to how they were at her first haircut.
"I know an Alfendi, he's an annoying elementary schooler. Well not really annoying he just doesn't like talk to me. Are we talking about the same person?"
@mblay-and-company
I hum in thought for a moment.
"I don't believe that's the Alfendi this young man's looking for. I believe he's looking for Henry's son, who should currently be on strict bed rest." I let out a soft huff, looking over Cassie's hair carefully. "I don't recall being told of you, so if he called for you while he was supposed to be resting, I'm gonna have some words with him... I can take you to him when I'm done here, but I have to make sure this is under control, first..." I gesture to Cassie's hair with a sigh.
It wasn't trying to mesmerize people for attention, so that's not the cause of the issue. So why was it behaving like this..?
@billhawks
Resting? He did look pretty beat up when I saw him last…
I sighed and leaned back in my seat. I have no idea what this stranger was referring to about that woman’s hair, but it seems like I’ll have to wait just a bit longer.
Ok. Well, I suppose I should introduce myself in the meantime. My name’s… well, you can just call me Intern. Everyone calls me Intern! Actually, not to brag, but I’m the Prime Minister’s intern.
I nervously gripped the strap of my bag once I finished speaking. Are they aware Bill is here? How much should I really tell them?
"Oh, the erm, Prime Minister." Cassie said, "What would you do if you weren't his intern?"
Cassandra messed with one of curls that weren't currently spirals lost in thought. That ass of a leader.
At least there's always one person that your better than.
My head tilted from side to side, juggling my two thought processes between the two sides.
"Has a new Prime Minister already been chosen..? Pretty sure Hawks isn't current acting right now, given circumstances..." I muse out loud before putting a hand on Cassie's shoulder.
"Now Cassie, I know this will sound strange, but... What was going on with you when your hair started going crazy? Like, were there any common thoughts or emotions happening when it started growing?"
@billhawks
I shrunk in my seat upon seeing the strangers' reactions. I was expecting them to be at least a little impressed.
First, I addressed the person beside "Cassie". We have a temporary PM in place. Parliament has been a disaster, trust me. I never thought my work would get harder, but...
I would rather drop the subject. Thinking about how much work is piling on back at Bill's office is nauseating, to say the least.
Pondering Cassie's question only causes me to further deflate; why would she ask that? Neither she or her friend introduced themselves to me, but she's already asking that sort of personal question? Perhaps this is some sort of test?
Gosh, if I wasn't Bill's intern, I don't know where I'd be today. Hmm... when I was young I wanted to go to art school. It was my dream, but my family wasn’t too keen on that idea; my mother herself said that all artists are dirty, homeless hippies.
Well, I agreed with them. I’m definitely no Da Vinci, so it’s silly to think I stood a chance there. My whole life, I had always listened to my family over my heart, and they never steered me wrong…
Until I went to law school. You see, my parents wanted me to stay… close, and the only place after secondary school that worked was some hoity-toity law school. I hated it there. I never fit in… luckily, it wasn’t all for naught. I met Bill at that school.
It was shortly before he was elected PM. Bill was doing a lecturing tour, and my school was one of his stops. After a particularly rough day, I actually bumped into him. I was a complete mess; tears, runny nose, flushed face, you get the picture.
That was when Bill told me something important: “You don’t belong here.”
After so many hopeless pep talks from my parents, counselors, professors… Bill was the only one who could see what I saw. He was the only one who truly understood how I felt. He then said, and I quote, “Nobody will ever hire someone as pathetic as yourself. I'm the only chance you got."
He gave me his card and encouraged me to go to his lecture. Bill is my opposite: he's driven to achieve his goals no matter what, he always speaks his mind, and he never lets ANYTHING intimidate him. Naturally, I took the chance he offered me. Not only did I get to finally distance myself from my family, I also got to be taught everything I needed to know by Bill personally.
So, if I wasn't Bill's Intern, I would probably be a mess. Either a miserable starving artist or a miserable penniless law student, still trapped back home. At least I can be a happy, starving, penniless Intern now! That's why I need to save Bill from Al-
I instantly slapped a hand to my mouth. Dang it, I got carried away rambling! Did they even know Bill was here? Ugh, was that some sort of trick question?! To think I could get fooled so easily!
Sorry. I didn't mean to ramble on and interrupt you two like that.
Maybe they didn't notice? That was a pretty long, boring story.
"Oh really! I'm going into law right now!" Cassie said in a cheery tone ignoring all the angst, "Someone with talents such as your shouldn't be working for, or well, used to for Bill Hawks. ("That whore," She muttered under her breath.) Think about all the bette things you should be doing right now."
She wwnt on to answer Blay's question, "I don't know it only happened after I heard about the curse... the gunshot, Henry's whole intestine debacle, and you passing out. I usually didn't notice though until after I'm done something.
@mblay-and-company
I catch the trail end of the Intern's ramble very easily. This poor kid is about 2 misteps away from an explosive anxiety attack, and Bill is giving him the worst Ring Around in history.
Jesus Fucking Christ...
I let out another contemplative hum as Cassie explained what was going on.
"In... Intestine...? You know what? I don't wanna know..." I pinch the bridge of my nose.
"Now Cassie, I'm just taking a shot in the dark here, but... I think your hair is growing faster when you're extremely DISTRESSED in some way. So if we don't want it to KEEP growing, you're gonna have to hold onto the hope that we're gonna be okay..."
Cassie tugged on her dress, oh yeah just not think about it why didn't i think of that before? Hold onto hope my ass!! "Yeah sure I think I can do that. Your super strong, well I assumed considering how much effort it took to carry you. And Henry is smart he tried kicking us out to avoid this. And Hint Coin is... somewhere staying happy. Yeah... I'll be fine."
Whatever is happening better be worth it in the end, Cassie isn't sure she can take it anymore.
@mblay-and-company
What luck! The Professor and Mr. Ledore are distracting each other, and Bloom is… doing whatever that is. Now’s my chance to meet with Alfendi!
Newly aware of the hallway’s layout, I quickly rounded the corner I had missed earlier—only to run back behind it.
I’m so close to the door, but there’s a pair near the couch! Why are there so many people here? Was Mr. Ledore holding some sort of event?
…wait, are these people being held hostage like Bill? Hmm, they aren’t trapped in a bedroom, so maybe they’re goons working with Alfendi! That must be why they’re here specifically; they’re guarding the door.
Dang it, I can’t tell what they’re doing from this far away. Whatever it is looks like fine work, they probably won’t be moving in a while… what should I do now?
Well, Alfendi did request for me to bring the orb and knife. Maybe they’re expecting me?
I again walked around the corner, stopping awkwardly in the center of the entrance. I’ll just… wait for them to address me, I suppose?
Cassandra sat herself down the couch this time. Hoping for some comfort from its plush fabric. She restored the urge to rock herself back and forth.
There was no idle gossip this time, or discussing each other's weddings. It was just sitting in silence.
@mblay-and-company
I was very quick in getting the long locks cut to a short bob just below her chin. It was definitely uneven, but that's not important at this time.
I look up during my work by chance, noticing the new guest standing on the hallway. He looked like the most Word-for-Word Definition of a "Poor Little Meow Meow." I give him a patient smile.
"You look lost, friend. Why don't you sit down, and I'll help you get your barrings straight?" I suggest warmly.
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I instantly relaxed at the sight of a friendly face. Maybe this wouldn’t be so difficult after all.
Thank you, but I can’t sit right now. Someone needs my help!
I’m not sure how much either of them know, but asking probably wouldn’t hurt, right? Neither of them look dangerous.
I… uh… look, I’m assuming you know why I’m here. You are aware that I need to meet with Alfendi, right? It’s very serious business.
I tried my best to look important while saying that. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to work…
Cassandra chimed in, an attempt to get things back to how they were at her first haircut.
"I know an Alfendi, he's an annoying elementary schooler. Well not really annoying he just doesn't like talk to me. Are we talking about the same person?"
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I hum in thought for a moment.
"I don't believe that's the Alfendi this young man's looking for. I believe he's looking for Henry's son, who should currently be on strict bed rest." I let out a soft huff, looking over Cassie's hair carefully. "I don't recall being told of you, so if he called for you while he was supposed to be resting, I'm gonna have some words with him... I can take you to him when I'm done here, but I have to make sure this is under control, first..." I gesture to Cassie's hair with a sigh.
It wasn't trying to mesmerize people for attention, so that's not the cause of the issue. So why was it behaving like this..?
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Resting? He did look pretty beat up when I saw him last…
I sighed and leaned back in my seat. I have no idea what this stranger was referring to about that woman’s hair, but it seems like I’ll have to wait just a bit longer.
Ok. Well, I suppose I should introduce myself in the meantime. My name’s… well, you can just call me Intern. Everyone calls me Intern! Actually, not to brag, but I’m the Prime Minister’s intern.
I nervously gripped the strap of my bag once I finished speaking. Are they aware Bill is here? How much should I really tell them?
"Oh, the erm, Prime Minister." Cassie said, "What would you do if you weren't his intern?"
Cassandra messed with one of curls that weren't currently spirals lost in thought. That ass of a leader.
At least there's always one person that your better than.
My head tilted from side to side, juggling my two thought processes between the two sides.
"Has a new Prime Minister already been chosen..? Pretty sure Hawks isn't current acting right now, given circumstances..." I muse out loud before putting a hand on Cassie's shoulder.
"Now Cassie, I know this will sound strange, but... What was going on with you when your hair started going crazy? Like, were there any common thoughts or emotions happening when it started growing?"
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I shrunk in my seat upon seeing the strangers' reactions. I was expecting them to be at least a little impressed.
First, I addressed the person beside "Cassie". We have a temporary PM in place. Parliament has been a disaster, trust me. I never thought my work would get harder, but...
I would rather drop the subject. Thinking about how much work is piling on back at Bill's office is nauseating, to say the least.
Pondering Cassie's question only causes me to further deflate; why would she ask that? Neither she or her friend introduced themselves to me, but she's already asking that sort of personal question? Perhaps this is some sort of test?
Gosh, if I wasn't Bill's intern, I don't know where I'd be today. Hmm... when I was young I wanted to go to art school. It was my dream, but my family wasn’t too keen on that idea; my mother herself said that all artists are dirty, homeless hippies.
Well, I agreed with them. I’m definitely no Da Vinci, so it’s silly to think I stood a chance there. My whole life, I had always listened to my family over my heart, and they never steered me wrong…
Until I went to law school. You see, my parents wanted me to stay… close, and the only place after secondary school that worked was some hoity-toity law school. I hated it there. I never fit in… luckily, it wasn’t all for naught. I met Bill at that school.
It was shortly before he was elected PM. Bill was doing a lecturing tour, and my school was one of his stops. After a particularly rough day, I actually bumped into him. I was a complete mess; tears, runny nose, flushed face, you get the picture.
That was when Bill told me something important: “You don’t belong here.”
After so many hopeless pep talks from my parents, counselors, professors… Bill was the only one who could see what I saw. He was the only one who truly understood how I felt. He then said, and I quote, “Nobody will ever hire someone as pathetic as yourself. I'm the only chance you got."
He gave me his card and encouraged me to go to his lecture. Bill is my opposite: he's driven to achieve his goals no matter what, he always speaks his mind, and he never lets ANYTHING intimidate him. Naturally, I took the chance he offered me. Not only did I get to finally distance myself from my family, I also got to be taught everything I needed to know by Bill personally.
So, if I wasn't Bill's Intern, I would probably be a mess. Either a miserable starving artist or a miserable penniless law student, still trapped back home. At least I can be a happy, starving, penniless Intern now! That's why I need to save Bill from Al-
I instantly slapped a hand to my mouth. Dang it, I got carried away rambling! Did they even know Bill was here? Ugh, was that some sort of trick question?! To think I could get fooled so easily!
Sorry. I didn't mean to ramble on and interrupt you two like that.
Maybe they didn't notice? That was a pretty long, boring story.
"Oh really! I'm going into law right now!" Cassie said in a cheery tone ignoring all the angst, "Someone with talents such as your shouldn't be working for, or well, used to for Bill Hawks. ("That whore," She muttered under her breath.) Think about all the bette things you should be doing right now."
She wwnt on to answer Blay's question, "I don't know it only happened after I heard about the curse... the gunshot, Henry's whole intestine debacle, and you passing out. I usually didn't notice though until after I'm done something.
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