sa-hareth | arrival (mingle log)

[groundrules]

WHO: Everyone ever + the local Sa-hareth squad.
WHEN: Arc I: Sa-Hareth arrival.
WHERE: Sa-Hareth citadel, salt mine, the old jailhouse,
WHAT: Our intrepid heroes get commandeered into the frosty unknown.
WARNINGS: the glorious undead, background House of Dew mentions, at least one person's terrible sense of humour.

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[soulsrob]

Winnie's eyes light up at the idea and she makes an, "oooh!" noise of delight as she turns to face Five. She grins, expression excited.

"What kind of story shall I tell? Shall I make it tragically romantic? Long-lost loves separated by the cruelties of time and circumstance? Or am I running and saving us both from a tyrant who treats us so poorly? Or..."

She trails off, biting her lower lip and looking oh-so eager to spin a tale. "Or perhaps we're involved in a feud between two men. I've married one against my wishes at my father's behest, but I do not love him, though he treats me well enough and is a fine conversationalist. But he's a terribly mean drunk and has absolutely no ear for poetry." Winnie sighs dramatically, as if that's clearly the terrible part of this.

"But I have a childhood sweetheart whom I adore and am compatible with in all ways, but he's much poorer and therefore not a good fit at all, but he treats me well and works hard and we'd be poor but quite happy together. I refuse to say whose child you are."

She looks thoughtful, and then continues excitedly. "But he's gathered enough money to start a new life with us, so I've let my husband and run away with you to go see him where he waits to whisk us away to a better life!"

With a bright laugh, Winnie claps her hands together once and beams at Five once more, clearly enjoying herself. "How's that sound?"

[somebadnews]

The way Five looks at her, you'd think she started speaking in tongues. It's impressive, actually. Days ago they narrowly held off a nuclear apocalypse, along with an army of field agents, and he saved his family from the deaths they seem so very intent on experiencing whenever he gives them half a chance, only to get thrown into this literal hellscape. And she manages to distract him from all that by being so very... enthusiastic.

Amazingly, he listens to her entire rambling story, if only to try to determine how her brain works. Maybe this is what trauma does to some people. Her way of coping in the fantasy world she creates for herself. (He obviously has no idea what that's about.)

It's some time after she stops speaking that he finally pipes up.

"That ought to do it." His tone isn't as sunny, but his curiosity lingers. Part of him wondering why they would take her in the first place. -- Then he decides he's giving this entirely too much thought. It's been a long day, he can be forgiven for letting himself be sidetracked. "And if that doesn't work, we can always toss him overboard."