Xaviers!

Basil Benson wrote:She sat down next to me, unaware of my presence, reading a book, 'Luna'. She is wearing mismatched sneakers, one pink, one blue. Some young men may not be savvy enough to put together what I do, but my seemingly endless libido has caused me to accidentally flirt with some particularly lovely boys before who needed to politely correct my mistakes.

I find a way to draw her attention, but end up startling her. That's normal, I startle. She blushes, and I find that adorable. She reads, and she's cute and she plays video games. I'm smitten, but I can tell she doesn't feel the same way. She's polite, but when I flirt she doesn't reciprocate.

Disappointing, but not surprising. That's how it's gone since I was cursed.

The Maiden has grabbed the attention of a suitor. I am glad for her. Her would-be suitor wishes to cook for her, so Madame and I have committed to helping her learn. I am uncertain if we will be of assistance, but I must try to help for The Maiden's sake. If this Gilded One is the one for her and I do not help, it would be the same as standing in the way of another's happiness.

This place has a penchant for generating the most bloody fucking weird life scenarios possible. The Maiden had requested help with running a party and invited some fortune tellers. After telling me I was going to have a threesome with The Maiden, the fortune tellers turned out to be a pair of sex demons just trying to get a fix off a bunch of randy uni kids. Madame and I helped The Maiden back to her quarters, but she was too frightened to sleep alone. So she slept with us. Literally. In the morning we awoke and I found her hand had taken hold of my meat. I'm sure it was an accident, but then again, I could feel her excitement pressing itself into my thigh, so perhaps it was more of a Freudian error.

In the course of what apparently passes for normal conversation after a cuddle party, Madame suggests I tell The Maiden about our games. I am at first resistant to the idea, but she encourages me, and I acquiesce, mostly under the pressure of the fact that now The Maiden knows something is amiss. The Maiden is strangely overjoyed at knowing about my fetishes, and gushes on, going so far as to compare me to herself. She shouldn't. She is rara avis. I, a degenerate who clings upon the only woman who would have me.

In the discourse that follows she mentions him: The Other Me, though she doesn't fully recognize that we are two sides of the same coin as he bears the name of Absens Pater instead of Falsus Pater. She confirms what we've heard: The Other Me had succeeded where I failed. I change the topic.

Inside, I resent him, and The Gilded One both for having something I do not. Some intrinsic quality that makes them a better person than I which I cannot put my finger on. That makes them more worthy than I.

Narrator wrote:Will would have no issue gaining on her, being that she was so much smaller than he and wasn't walking particularly fast. As he did however, her body went as stiff as a board, reacting to something, before falling face first into the pavement in front of her.

Will Stanton wrote:Will rushed over, stealth forgotten for the moment. He slid over, clearing any sharp objects a random London sidewalk may have on it, and tried to roll the woman onto her side, trying to keep the airway clear. Basic first aid training kicking in.

Narrator wrote:
The woman seemed to stop after a 30 second period that would seem like forever. When she did, her head rested on the pavement and she lay there, seemingly oblivious to Will. If her checked her for vitals, Will would find her still alive, and technically awake, but completely unresponsive to outside stimuli.

Alice wrote:Alice pretty much had her back to Cheshire when he took her by the wrist and hand, almost turning to confront him before she realized that he wasn't some ill-mannered customer trying to get her attention. She followed quickly, having trouble holding her tray and POS from how fast they were going, but didn't say a word until they were safely off of the club floor.

"Cheshire, what's wrong?" She asked, sounding concerned.

Will Stanton wrote:This one is still alive, at the very least.

Alice wrote:Alice looked confused for a moment, but just a moment. There was that spark of realization across her face, followed by a little stage smile. "Oh, did some girls get you excited? Should I be jealous? Do you need to be... punished?" She teased before she tugged on his arms in the swinging dance, beckoning him further into the back.

Will Stanton wrote:There's a damn good chance that just happened. I have no idea why she would intentionally walk out like that, mind you.

Unless it's a trap and I'm about to be jumped.

Basil Benson wrote:"Yeeesssss ma'am." He replied, as the pair snuck off to the staff office to talk.