#ohkrateia

[storiecraft]

crossroads cafe / @ohkrateia

wendy doesn't usually meet up with strangers who write in to her, but she's trying to get her ghost hunting business off of the ground. this doesn't exactly sound like ghosts, but des's story intrigued her, and she wants to do what she can to help. she figured the diner she works at would be a safe enough backdrop for their meeting. the other waitstaff know her, so she'll have plenty of people to witness on her behalf—just in case.

she returns from behind the counter with a couple of coffees. she hates the thought of making her coworkers work for her even when she's not on the clock. "here." she sets one coffee, sugar, and a pitcher of cream in front of des and another at her place in the booth. despite the public place, she's selected a relatively "private" booth near the back of the diner so that des feels comfortable talking about anything she needs to. "i'm wendy, by the way. it's nice to finally meet you in person." she mostly knows des as an email address. it's nice to put a name to the handle. "where would you like to start?"

[strangeattract]

@ohkrateia from here !

"yes way."

there's a cheeky grin on her face as she soaks up des's praise. chaz is pleased as punch in this moment, too caught up in des's expression to pretend to be coy.

"well, they don't call me the, uh, rubik's cube master for nothin'!" nobody calls her that. even so, she pushes her glasses back up her nose to try and contain her excitement. it always felt nice to impress someone, even if it inflated her ego. "you scrambled it really well, too," she compliments, throwing a wink, "and i, um, appreciate the effort."

chaz points to the toy, tapping it gently. "you should see me finish it in person next time. if this seemed cool, just wait 'til you, uh, see it for yourself!" she pauses and squints as if examining des. "you seem like you have a special talent, too, you know? whatcha got for me?"

[burninq-a]

“Might commit a little tomfoolery, maybe even some shenanigans.”

Calcifer motions for her to continue, leaning back in his seat. "by all means, go ahead. as long as it doesn't involve my office, you are more than free to do as you please." listen, he's got a lot at stake when it comes to his job, okay ?? he'd rather not risk anything getting destroyed. he's worked hard to find everything- he'd rather it stayed in pristine shape, thank you. other than that, however, he's more than willing to watch her commit atrocities. it could be entertaining, after all.

@ohkrateia

[narrativeobsession]

@ohkrateia saw someone unfamiliar

There is something about her. About this woman that Angel cannot quite put into words. She is marked by tragedy, that much at least Angel knows. He can all but see it in how she holds herself, how she exists in this world.

It disgusts him.

It disgusts him that such awful feelings are present, that such awful events occur at all. If he had his way-- and mark his words someday he will-- such bad feelings would be eliminated entirely. But for now, Angel will focus on one. On this one, poor woman in this awful, tiny Georgia town.

"hello, dear." His voice is soft, soothing. The comfort of his presence is as gentle as a scarf settling around the neck. "i do hope i am not intruding when i ask if you could help me for just a moment in the way of directions?"

[frightmeister]

"I see I've been discovered. I hope this isn't a search party in the making." He jokes though he's not really feeling it. He'd kinda hoped with how big the place was he could hide away for a while and drink a bit in peace. As much as he liked partying sometimes the muchness got too much, made his face hurt and his teeth ache. Hence the sitting alone on the balcony of a darkened room. Which, yeah, was probably not a great look from the outside.

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