Funerary Rites Twenty-Two: Baggage
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furniture had been moved. The grand ballroom stood open and bare of furniture, one of the two wide staircases blocked off. There were no bloodstains, no place on the wall where - where - her grandmother’s portrait was gone, which was not surprising, but one of her mother had replaced it, which was far more startling. She had never seen her mother looking so formal, so comfortably formal, even when the ballroom had been open with the giant parties her parents had thrown.
She turned in a slow circle. She remembered the way that corner had seemed so small, so cozy and hidden, even if you could see right into it from the front door. She’d sat there when there were parties, long past her bedtime. And over there, they’d laid out vast spreads of food, back when this house had bragged a staff second to none.
Behind her, the rest of her crew had opened the grand front double doors but were waiting. She understood. “Enter Monmartin Manor, and make it yours. As Crew, this house is every bit as much your home as it is mine. As family, you can hold this home with me.”
Chitter gasped softly. Allayne squeezed Senga’s hand. “You know you didn’t have to go that far.”
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Previous: Home
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furniture had been moved. The grand ballroom stood open and bare of furniture, one of the two wide staircases blocked off. There were no bloodstains, no place on the wall where - where - her grandmother’s portrait was gone, which was not surprising, but one of her mother had replaced it, which was far more startling. She had never seen her mother looking so formal, so comfortably formal, even when the ballroom had been open with the giant parties her parents had thrown.
She turned in a slow circle. She remembered the way that corner had seemed so small, so cozy and hidden, even if you could see right into it from the front door. She’d sat there when there were parties, long past her bedtime. And over there, they’d laid out vast spreads of food, back when this house had bragged a staff second to none.
Behind her, the rest of her crew had opened the grand front double doors but were waiting. She understood. “Enter Monmartin Manor, and make it yours. As Crew, this house is every bit as much your home as it is mine. As family, you can hold this home with me.”
Chitter gasped softly. Allayne squeezed Senga’s hand. “You know you didn’t have to go that far.”
read on…
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Date: 2018-01-10 08:59 pm (UTC)Erramun worked for and was blackmailed by both grandmother and great-aunt?
And there are new traps in the house since Erramun was there, what, yesterday?
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Date: 2018-01-10 09:01 pm (UTC)There are new traps!
And I might have gotten grandma and great-aunt a little mixed up. But I think he worked for both.
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Date: 2018-01-10 09:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-01-15 11:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-01-26 04:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-01-26 04:57 am (UTC)This house has to have a lot of stories. If there are ghosts, they'll have some interesting ones to tell.
Erramun's ability with repair Workings is going to be remarkably useful in getting Monmartin Manor back up to spec.
I'm also curious which of the traps they'll keep, which they'll trip by accident, and which they'll add. Also, what's behind that blocked-off stairway?