#nightshft

When Aletta told Skipper she wanted to meet in person and talk about Elegy, she assured him it wasn't bad news. She didn't know how else to describe it. He might be disappointed and hurt, but no one was in danger, or... anything like that. She wasn't trying to lie to him.

Elegy would have things to say, too. She placed her phone on the coffee table for him and sat sideways to Logan and Skip, clearly nervous, hands laid stiffly on her knees. She didn't want to start fidgeting. If she was guilty she at least didn't want to look pitiful and as though she couldn't own up to it.

Seeing Skipper for the first time after that horrible dream-vision invited a mixed bag of emotions. There was pain, but there was also relief and amazement at the place that he had gotten himself to. Skipper's life was happy now. So Aletta didn't want to be a stain upon it, didn't want to take his trust or his presence in hers for granted.

"I, um... I haven’t been responsible. I owe you more honesty and I’m sorry.” She met Skipper’s eyes and hesitated.

Valsur’s house had become, in the last month, much more occupied than it had ever been since he’d lived there. The change was… interesting, and he found himself excitedly unable to sleep at the thought of things he wanted to do the following day. Brushing off cobwebs of unused rooms and shittily (in personality only) making sure his guests were comfortable, he had been in a better mood than he’d been in a long time. Not that most people could tell, but it was still a weight off Valsur’s shoulders.

Still, it had been a while since Valsur had time to do things on his own, and there was catching up to do. That was the only, only reason (for sure) that he’d asked Logan along for help cataloguing the artifacts in his storage room, and absolutely not because Logan would love and enjoy doing this with him. He made sure to underline that it would be an awful chore and that Logan owed him (he didn’t) and Logan agreed without question. So, a successful ownage by Valsur.

Susette wanted to do this right. She had set up the appointment through official channels, confirming a time that would work best for Mr. Davis--so long as there was a time chosen. And, in the lead up, she had done her research. She knew who was likely to be there with him thanks to Mr. Davis’s obvious fawning. It didn’t take too much effort to find the file on that one, either.

A sticky situation. One she could hopefully improve--or at least not make worse. Considering what they’d been through, it was an impossibly tall order.

Speech! Speech! Speech!

Hoax’s speech time is now her heckling the audience. It’s not entertaining to everyone, but it’s entertaining to her, and that’s what truly matters.

What do they like that nobody else does?

@justskipper @nightshft

You’re right, I should never doubt you two. I will be waiting for my chauffeur to desserts pls and thank you

@epicgarmrmoment

Charlie felt a pit in her stomach as she approached the gym Logan sent her.  She was embarrassed about the argument she started with him despite knowing her frustration would come out regardless.  Friendship was becoming dangerous for her heart.  Especially when it came to Logan.  His propensity to downplay or otherwise avoid talking about his recent traumas reminded her of herself which was massively annoying for her.  Above all though, Charlie was just worried for her friend.