After a bath, always a tense exchange,
that was part fight, part begging and part acquiescence,
the ordeal was over, leaving both exhausted and
while Freya was wet, Walter was now
damp and drying wrapped cocoon-like in a soft towel.

He was fragrant with organic herbal shampoo
and looked close to his normal self, but looked
thinner to her anxious eye and he had lost his
leather collar.
He was spoiled cat, and to her private opinion
not that good at surviving on
his own despite his uncanny ability to kill birds
and mice. He didn't eat his kill, only bringing them
to her as a gruesome present.

Since he was bound like a burrito, she took the
opportunity to kiss his nose and nuzzle him. His
brilliant blue eyes closed and opened slowly to gaze at her.
His deep purr vibrating his
Heaving a sigh, she took him into the living room and
sat on the couch with him in her lap, starting to
worry now because of this passivity. Maybe he was sick
...he wasn't acting as if he were starving.
She sat stroking him softly, hardly believing that he
was back with her again and wondering what had happened.

Main House
"DEA make a habit of using the front door and calling out your name? Shit, you mean I put in that gator moat under the trapdoor on the back walkway for nothin'?"

Holly started a walking disassembly, as was her habit when she got home from rehearsals over the past week, like whatever the opposite of Iron Man was, right? Shoes first, disavail herself of her belongings, the entire slow walk from the foyer into halfway through the greatroom helped un-pin the most bothersome clips and tethers and trappings that IRL-filtered her in public.

And with each little removal, she reclaimed a bit of lung, relaxed a tiny bit of her posture, unburdened a bit of weighty metal from her person, into various memorable pitches of these items landing in a glazed clay tray that Molly made back in school that she stole from home and brought here. Some other lacquered wood box that she got as a gift sometime before. That Hermès bag pendant bracelet. Keys. All a different rattle of item in its place.

"You, uh…" Mercy. Like you extended your hand and offered to carry the initial burden of awkwardness, to be the first to act out in a more apparent manner. "Errthing alright?"

The media center was off, you were just shuffling from one end of the house to the other? Holly was so tangled up in her personal disentanglement that when she glanced back at you, she could only guess that you were headed to the cabinet. Eyes across that way, regardless, to make that connection.

"…you sleepin' alright?"

*crossing the room to my sofa*

Looking down street

Looking in

Quiet again

Oh... Just a bit more because now that I think of it, it's funny.

Some how a bat got into the room they're staying in and freaked them out...

giggles

Pours coffee

*sliding in*

I'm sorry about just leaving like that.
I usually have a bit more warning, but a couple of my cousins rushed into my room and needed my help.

Please forgive me and I hope that your morning is lovely.

Steps on to sidewalk

Looks in

The number is a recording.

Hi, and welcome to Hunt Adventures. Here, You can engage in a hunt like no other. The price is steep but the adventure is like no other You have experienced. Trust us when we say that it will be worth every penny. If interested, please have Your money ready and proceed to adjacent room for an adventure of Your lifetime!

After a bath, that was part fight part begging
and part acquiescence, the ordeal was over, both exhausted and while Freya was wet, Walter was now
damp and drying wrapped cocoon-like in a soft towel.
He was fragrant with organic herbal shampoo
and looked close to his normal self, but looked
thinner to her anxious eye and had lost his
leather collar. A spoiled cat to be sure and
to her private opinion she wouldn't for the world
share with Walter, not that good at surviving on
his own despite his uncanny ability to kill birds
and mice. He didn't eat his kill, only bringing them
to her as a gruesome present.
Since he was bound like a burrito, she took the
opportunity to kiss his nose and nuzzle him. His
brilliant blue eyes closed and opened slowly to gaze at her.
Heaving a sigh, she took him into the living room and
sat on the couch with him in her lap, starting to
worry now because of this passivity. Maybe he was sick
...he wasn't acting as if he were starving.
She sat stroking him softly, hardly believing that he
was back with her again and wondering what had happened.

Looks in

Interesting..

Reading carefully, then calling that number

As You enter the pub, You notice an ad on the wall advertising an adventure "Beyond Your wildest dreams." Something about a "Hunt of a lifetime." There is also a number to call for those interested in partaking.

After a bath, that was part fight part begging
and part acquiescence, the ordeal was over, both wet
and while Freya was wet, Walter was now dry
and wrapped cocoon-like in a soft towel.
He was fragrant with organic herbal shampoo
and looked close to his normal self, but looked
thinner to her anxious eye and had lost his
leather collar. A spoiled cat to be sure and
to her private opinion she wouldn't for the world
share with Walter, not that good at surviving on
his own despite his uncanny ability to kill birds
and mice. He didn't eat his kill, only bringing them
to her as a gruesome present.
Since he was bound like a burrito, she took the
opportunity to kiss his nose and nuzzle him. His
brilliant blue eyes closed and opened slowly to gaze at her.
Heaving a sigh, she took him into the living room and
sat on the couch with him in her lap, starting to
worry now because of this passivity. Maybe he was sick
...he wasn't acting as if he were starving.
She sat stroking him softly, hardly believing that he
was back with her again and wondering what had happened.

And what good beer it was

~smiling~

best is plane, I suffer back issues and although cramped, its generally only for a small time frame. Next would be passenger in car.

Least favourite is anything boat. I can get seasick just watching water on the tv