It's a monstrous love, and it makes monsters of us all

OOC: Availability

2022-12-13T16:51:57Z

Real life has turned out to be busier than I expected and will continue to be so for a while. It's unlikely that I'll be around much until after the spring semester. Meanwhile, lilac_eyed_lieutenant have modding rights to the other two Radchaai and her roomie.

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Apartment Above Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday morning

2022-08-27T08:21:27Z

It had been a wonderful trip.

"I wouldn't mind doing this again," Lucille said, having just stepped through the portal. She smiled at Tisarwat, resting a gloved hand on her arm.

It was Lucille's world, but it was more than a century later than when she had grown up, and while staying in Fandom had offered her the opportunity to learn about the contemporary world, it had still been a different thing to see it for herself, although truth be told, she hadn't actually been able to travel during her own time.

They had very ~~handwavily traveled~~ around the planet, visiting both cities, quiet places in the countryside as well as seen dramatic landscapes. There had been visits to museums, excursions, shopping, and of course plenty of tea.

"Tea?"

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OOC: Availability

2022-06-18T20:20:37Z

I realise I have to disappear for a bit. Modding rights to the roomie for Lucille (and Issa), Kiem has reluctantly gone home for a while.

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OOC: A lazy infopost!

2021-12-29T21:03:33Z

I have no new characters, so this is a brief update. Without gifs, hence lazy.

Lucille Sharpe
(most recent infopost is here)
Still runs Covent Garden Flowers, misses her roommate lilac_eyed_lieutenant who is traveling in her own universe, likes playing the piano and reading poetry. And murder, but sees no need for it at the moment.

Kiem Tegnar
(most recent infopost is here)
So far his classes have included a rather pacifist class on war, and another one which mostly involved cuddly cute birds. Kiem has no complaints.

Seivarden Vendaai
(most recent infopost is here)
Is off in her own universe searching for Breq along with her co-lieutenant lilac_eyed_lieutenant . It might or might not be a good idea.

Breq
(most recent infopost is here)
Is working on making diplomatic alliances with alien races in her own universe. Is still unaware that her lieutenants are looking for her.

Leto Atreides II
(most recent infopost is here)
Is spending his time being Emperor of the Known Universe and setting plans in motion for The Golden Path, while enjoying time with his family for as long as he can.

Me
No updates for me either. Still in Europe, still happy to discuss ideas or squee over threads with you.

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MHA #1, Saturday Morning

2021-11-20T14:48:57Z

Lucille was just about to leave for work, when she noticed a book she didn't recognise lying on a side table. Intrigued, she thought Tisarwat had brought it home, and she walked over to pick it up.

A old book on snakes?

Frowning, she turned a few pages, and then suddenly it fell to the floor with a thud, and Lucille found herself next to it, now a curled up black adder. Although surprised, she quickly decided to find a better place than a cold floor, and slithered up on to the couch and curled up next to a soft pillow.

[I'm going away for a week, and Lucille is a snake, Kiem is a rabbit and Seivarden is a cat, with Tisarwat, Sakaki and Summer having modding rights respectively.]

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OOC: Availability

2021-07-04T17:08:24Z

Tomorrow I'm going away for a week to an island with poor internet, so I'm mostly going to disappear for a week. Both Lucille and Seivarden are in Seivarden's universe, and they will return when I do.

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MHA #1, Saturday Morning

2021-04-10T10:11:22Z

The past two days, ever since that fateful attempt at playing the piano, Lucille and Tisarwat had spent a lot of time in bed together, with breaks for tea and food and reading of inspiring poetry. Now they were both asleep in Lucille's room, comfortable, Lucille with an arm wrapped around Tisarwat.

Then a chord struck on the piano, and then another one, clearly intended to be dramatic. Lucille was instantly awake, instinctively out of bed, and wrapped a shawl over her nightgown as she hurried to the living room.

[For the kid and the co-parent.]

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MHA #1, Wednesday Morning

2021-02-10T16:00:48Z

Lucille woke early, only to find a huge, old-fashioned trunk with the label 'hate' written on it, in elegant handwriting but with ink blotches. She looked at it, torn between pride and grief, when two suitcases with those exact words on them appeared.

There wasn't much to do, was there? She placed a vase with nicely arranged lilies on top of the trunk, then sat down to play the piano.

[Can be open]

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OOC: Info post

2020-12-30T14:44:39Z

No newbies, few any gifs, cut and paste with a few additions.

( Lucille )

( Seivarden )

( Breq )

( Leto )

( Me )

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MHA #1, Sunday Morning

2020-12-05T08:23:13Z

The headache was terrible. She didn't even want to open her eyes, and she also felt sick.

Gradually Lucille realised that she on her bed, with her clothes on, on top of the blanket. At least she seemed to have managed to get her boots off.

"I am never going to get drunk again," she mumbled, closing her eyes again.

[For the other person in the room]

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A Short Infopost

2020-08-27T22:02:14Z

I have no new characters, but Lucille is back and here is some info about the others if you haven't met them.

( Lucille Sharpe )

( Seivarden Vendaai )

( Breq )

( Leto Atreides II )

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MHA #1, Saturday Morning

2020-08-22T09:27:10Z

It wasn't like Lucille never had nightmares about asylums or deaths, but this week had been hard to endure. At least electric light helped, and large amounts of tea had kept her awake. Now the piano provided distraction, with a lullaby when sleep was to be avoided.

She was not going to work today, and hoped Iris would understand.

[Establishy]

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MHA #1, Sunday Morning

2020-08-16T11:35:52Z

Lucille was still in her nightgown, her long hair falling over her shoulders, when she sat down in front of the piano. She struck a chord, then shifted on to another, then moved to a soft and melancholy melody.

This was just a short practice before breakfast, a way to wake up after having stayed up too long last night. Electric light made that far too easy, when reading didn't make your eyes tired.

She continued with the melody repeating it a few times, finding herself smiling.

[Expecting one]

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MHA #1, Sunday Afternoon

2020-07-19T10:57:33Z

So, Lucille was expecting a guest. She had set the table with her best teacups and plates from home, the china expensive but now a bit chipped, and arranged some cookies on a plate. Bought, not homemade. She was aware baking was not one of her talents.

Then a pot of freshly brewed tea, and a few volumes of poetry, and along one of the walls was the piano of course. Now she was just waiting for Tisarwat to arrive.

[For Tisarwat]

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Outside MHA #1, Wednesday Morning

2020-05-20T09:00:04Z

Lucille kept an eye on the boxes and few pieces of furniture being delivered to her new home. Now she noticed the smell of damp and mold coming from them, something she hadn't noticed when living in Allerdale Hall, and thought that it might actually be more healthy to live on the island in a number of ways.

"Don't drop that box!" It was the one containing important mementos; letters, a few of Thomas' things, and some things she preferred others not to see.

"Of course not." The look she got back wasn't quite an insulted one, and she could make the assumption the sigh was just from the mover just being tired. She didn't.

She stepped inside the hall of the apartment. It was a pleasant place, very different from her old home. She might have to add a few personal touches.

[Lucille is now back on the island. Open for anyone who might be around or have a reason to call her]

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Allerdale Hall, Thursday

2017-11-09T14:24:02Z

Lucille had spent the morning playing the piano, occasionally smirking at the portrait of her mother on the wall above. When alive, her mother had not approved of her playing, or of anything Lucille had wanted to do, and imagining her now tormented by the sight was why the portrait was still hanging there. She had already killed the horrible woman with a meat cleaver after all, so cutting up a painting of her didn't feel necessary.

Her mother's portrait was not a substitute for company though, and Lucille was lonely. Making herself tea, burning the food she tried to cook, wondering what to do about the repairs needing to be done, reading something from the library, she still found herself with a lot of time on her hands for brooding over her life and her future.

She should write more letters, she decided. She already wrote regularly to Thomas, although not very personal letters as she was sure someone at his school read them. Her Fandom friends would probably not be subject to that though (and if they did, she didn't care about nosy portalocity postmasters' opinion of her), and so she could be a lot more open with them.

So she wrote about the weather (cold and rainy, although a ray of sunlight broke through the clouds yesterday afternoon), her piano playing ("I practice every day"), her house (joking that it was still standing), inventing a new biscuit recipe (unfortunately I burnt them) and the library ("There are still so many books I haven't read."), a few new favourite novels ("They both died at the end"). She didn't write about being lonely, as she feared that would make her friends think she was in need of them visiting.

Around lunchtime she had finished all of the letters, and the old man who delivered her food took them with him back to the post office.

[If you think your character might have received a letter from Lucille, they did. She misses everyone. Possibly even Ringo, although Ringo doesn't get a letter.]

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The Beach, Tuesday Afternoon

2017-07-18T15:53:40Z

The weather was far too hot. Lucille had hoped that the sea would offer a nice cooling breeze, and while it did, it also meant being in the sun. Well, not quite, she was carrying a black umbrella and wearing sunglasses.

It was still too hot, and now she had sand in her boots as well. Lucille was very close to using foul language.

[Expecting one!]

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Allerdale Hall, Thursday

2017-06-15T10:52:06Z

Lucille was expecting a guest. Sparkle had offered to deliver the boots she had ordered, as well as taking a look at the hole in the roof. Lucille appreciated both these things, but even more, and this she was reluctant to admit, she was looking forward to the company.

She had spent the morning sweeping the kitchen floor and wiping away the cobwebs in the guest room. These attempts at cleaning would probably go unnoticed by anyone else.

[For Sparkle, NFB.]

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Allerdale Hall, Sunday Morning

2017-05-07T12:32:02Z

Lucille put her suitcase down on the floor and closed the heavy doors behind her. The large hall smelled of damp air, and on the surface beneath the hole in the ceiling was a dark spot on the floorboards. There was a creaking sound as she walked towards the centre of the room, leaving blood-red marks behind her. The mud outside had stuck to her boots, as it usually did.

She was alone. Thomas wouldn't arrive until later, and perhaps just shortly before she was going to return to Fandom for the rest of the summer. Had that been a bad choice? But she had work there and they would need the money.

For now, she was home.

[OOC: Lucille is home for the first summer term. She has her phone with her should anyone want to call her.]

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