It&#x27;s All in the Family

Cecil took a slow breath, steeling his nerves before knocking on the door.

The door opened with a soft click, answered by a woman in a cocktail dress, holding a glass in her right hand. She quirked an eyebrow at the man at the door, taking a sip. “Yes?”

#ooc #any questions just ask!

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Cecil looked stuck between bolting and throwing up. Instead, he gave his best radio professional smile and extended a hand.

“Hello, I’m Cecil Palmer. This is the Vansten Manor I hope?”

“Indeed it is. Do you need to speak to my husband?” She smiled politely, placing her hand in his. “Charmed to meet you, Mr. Palmer. My name is Eleanor.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Vansten. Actually, I had simply come to introduce myself.”

Clasping her hand gently, Cecil gave Eleanor a firm handshake before backing off. His smile remained bright, voice deepening to the soothing rumble he so often used on his show.

“I’m dating your son, Marcus, and I wanted to exchange pleasantries so we’re familiar with each other before the holiday season and all the mandatory family get-togethers.”

Eleanor’s smile very quickly diminished. “My son? Yes...well. I must warn you, Marcus isn’t the best person to be involved with.” He dusted her dress, as if trying to banish his name into the air.

#ask-nightvales-voice

"'Melia!" Erin's face softened into familiarity, her arms wrapping around the other. "Mels! Feels like forever since we've talked!"

Amelia beamed back, hopping in place. “Erin~ You’re right, we should hang out more. It’s definitely on the top of my list~!”

#ectobruisebosom

Amelia is precious please stop doing this to me

(( Never :D ))

#ooc

(( Family bios are up! Hopefully that gives a bit more info on them. ))

"Grandpa? Y' called fer me?" {{HI I MUST INTERACT}}

Billius perked to the sound of Toby’s voice, giving him a curt smile and a pat on the head. “Yes. I’ve something to ask you.”

tobyvansten

He winced slightly at the pat, trying to stand straight. “What didja wanna ask?”

“I was wondering if you would like a different kind of schooling. Your…father.. is apt to neglect a fair few aspects of your education.”

tobyvansten

“What kind of schooling? Th’ teachers don’ talk t’ me at the elementary school, an’ neither do most people.”

“I’m quite certain I could find a boarding school that would suit your...affliction.” He sneered at the wings, patting Toby’s head once more. “Besides, staying cooped up in that house with your father is no way to live.”

#the grandson

"It's a pleasure to meet my dearest's family. Dr. Neil Crowe, Marcus's partner."

“Partner?” Billius sneered, as if the word was acid on his tongue. “How do you mean, partner? I’m quite sure you don’t mean of the business variety.” He scoffed.

“Marcus and I are dating, sir.” Neil answered calmly, hands behind his back. “There are no partners in my business.”

“How absurd.” Billius practically spat it, folding his arms and standing prim and proper. He adjusted his tie with a haughty sniff, and leveled his eyes with Neil’s once more. “And tell me why you think you’re a match for the likes of him?”

“Mr. Vansten, I’m a respected medical professional.” Neil answered matter-of-factly, standing straight and tall. “I believe we’re a fit enough match. He.. didn’t want me to come here.”

Billius shook his head, raising his hand in pause. “I have no qualm with your choice of career. What I’m asking is why you, a respected medical professional as you put it, are in league with my complete failure of a child?” He blinked, as if the question was the most trivial thing.

“Failure?” Something akin to a bewildered chuckle escaped the dentist. “We appear to have very different interpretations of failure. He owns a multi-million dollar company.”

“As do I. I hardly see that as a viable reason to celebrate. Marcus has a long and growing list of failures, with his transformation into a non-existent creature at the top of the list.”

Cecil took a slow breath, steeling his nerves before knocking on the door.

The door opened with a soft click, answered by a woman in a cocktail dress, holding a glass in her right hand. She quirked an eyebrow at the man at the door, taking a sip. “Yes?”

ask-nightvales-voice

Cecil looked stuck between bolting and throwing up. Instead, he gave his best radio professional smile and extended a hand.

“Hello, I’m Cecil Palmer. This is the Vansten Manor I hope?”

#billius answers #eleanor answers #amelia answers #greyface commonfolk

“Indeed it is. Do you need to speak to my husband?” She smiled politely, placing her hand in his. “Charmed to meet you, Mr. Palmer. My name is Eleanor.”

#ask-nightvales-voice

ALL VANSTENS GO - Thoughts on Toby and how he came to be Marcus's son?

Billius: …He has potential. A bright young man with an unfortunate circumstance for a father. Though I will commend my son on saving him.

Eleanor: Such a darling thing… shame about the wings, really. He would have gone on to do great things had he existed.

Amelia: I think they go really well together! Imagine how lonely they would’ve been without each other.. Poor guys..

"It's a pleasure to meet my dearest's family. Dr. Neil Crowe, Marcus's partner."

“Partner?” Billius sneered, as if the word was acid on his tongue. “How do you mean, partner? I’m quite sure you don’t mean of the business variety.” He scoffed.

“Marcus and I are dating, sir.” Neil answered calmly, hands behind his back. “There are no partners in my business.”

“How absurd.” Billius practically spat it, folding his arms and standing prim and proper. He adjusted his tie with a haughty sniff, and leveled his eyes with Neil’s once more. “And tell me why you think you’re a match for the likes of him?”

“Mr. Vansten, I’m a respected medical professional.” Neil answered matter-of-factly, standing straight and tall. “I believe we’re a fit enough match. He.. didn’t want me to come here.”

Billius shook his head, raising his hand in pause. “I have no qualm with your choice of career. What I’m asking is why you, a respected medical professional as you put it, are in league with my complete failure of a child?” He blinked, as if the question was the most trivial thing.

Cecil took a slow breath, steeling his nerves before knocking on the door.

The door opened with a soft click, answered by a woman in a cocktail dress, holding a glass in her right hand. She quirked an eyebrow at the man at the door, taking a sip. “Yes?”

#ask-nightvales-voice

"Grandpa? Y' called fer me?" {{HI I MUST INTERACT}}

Billius perked to the sound of Toby’s voice, giving him a curt smile and a pat on the head. “Yes. I’ve something to ask you.”

tobyvansten

He winced slightly at the pat, trying to stand straight. “What didja wanna ask?”

#the grandson #((holy hell i forgot how fun it is to write for billius damn

“I was wondering if you would like a different kind of schooling. Your...father.. is apt to neglect a fair few aspects of your education.”

"Grandpa? Y' called fer me?" {{HI I MUST INTERACT}}

Billius perked to the sound of Toby’s voice, giving him a curt smile and a pat on the head. “Yes. I’ve something to ask you.”

#The grandson

"It's a pleasure to meet my dearest's family. Dr. Neil Crowe, Marcus's partner."

“Partner?” Billius sneered, as if the word was acid on his tongue. “How do you mean, partner? I’m quite sure you don’t mean of the business variety.” He scoffed.

“Marcus and I are dating, sir.” Neil answered calmly, hands behind his back. “There are no partners in my business.”

“How absurd.” Billius practically spat it, folding his arms and standing prim and proper. He adjusted his tie with a haughty sniff, and leveled his eyes with Neil’s once more. “And tell me why you think you’re a match for the likes of him?”

"It's a pleasure to meet my dearest's family. Dr. Neil Crowe, Marcus's partner."

“Partner?” Billius sneered, as if the word was acid on his tongue. “How do you mean, partner? I’m quite sure you don’t mean of the business variety.” He scoffed.