#kc_necropolis

OOC: Sorry, Cell, and it's CC's number

OOC Ok!

OOC He's a -lil- paranoid....

"Hello?"

"hello yourself. I thought I'd be the one behind for our meeting. You okay?"

CC's dulcet tones are sexy as ever, but he can hear the tinge of worry. All his walking made him very late.

"I'm fine. Let's talk about it when we meet. 216, yes?"

"We're not meeting at the house? I thought you wanted me here."

"216."

"216"she agrees, and makes a mental note to grab gear in case of trouble. "Be there shortly."

"So good to hear." Dryly, and then he's hung up.

The hotel clerk nods and tells him 216 is available

... just as he had arranged for at the start. He nods, and takes the room for a week. He also asks for any mail that's been delivered for that room.

"Yes sir," And hands him two envelopes and a package

"Thank you." He glances them over with a critical eye.

One smells of perfume and cinnamon, like CC! Definitely from her

A faint smile at that.

The other has Kieron(sp) name on it and appears to be from him.

OOC Who? Reference?

OOC: Evil twin

OOC Kilian?

OOC: thank you. Could not remember spelling. Yes

That gets an eyebrow... and the last?

BIC: It's simply marked 'a friend'

The package is not too heavy.

With a grim look that suggest the way his luck is running.... He takes the things upstairs and opens the familiar door.

No fae in vehicles attack him in the elevator.

Praise the Dreaming.

He drops the mail on the kitchen bar/counter, the key next to it, and himself onto the sofa.

A short time passes and then a knock at the door, a pattern he knows, chosen to let him know it's CC

He heaves himself to his feet and lets her in. "Dearest." He kisses her but then holds up a hand. "Inexcusable. Pardon." He does a quick sweep of the hotel room, checking the places one would hide, and checking for the things he left for security when he was last there.

"Already looked," CC says, "Maybe not as well as you would, but there you go."

"Thank you." He leads her to the couch, and drops onto it himself. "Oh my. What a day."

"Are you alright?" She strokes his hair, "You look like you ran a gauntlet"

"Ugh." He takes a deep breath. "Something like that. I'll tell you everything. You first, though, how did your day go?"

"Well, I was veiled and observed much of what you did. She's talented. You were right. I was a little spooked out at how much like me she appeared. So I was careful to hold very still while that settled in, but she does seem a lot like Tantalus as well. I noticed she was caring for Autumn. Hard not to yes? And I heard some whispers."

"Such as?" His interest about the whispers is clear.

"Well, the judges were impressed with both. But I heard Magdaelene , once she left the stage, muttering 'I hope SHE behaves'. The other interesting whisper I heard was Autumn saying you weren't the regular janitor and she hoped the other fellow wasn't ill."

"Grand. Did she observe that to Magdalene?"

"I think she did, I wasn't sure, audio not visual... I'm sorry, I dropped the ball on that I should have warned you your cover was in danger."

"No, no, no... that's fine." He sighs. "Does tend to explain things, still... no har.... not much harm done."

"Now your side?"

"She has an apartment, a shabby third floor walk-up on Jensen. Autumn knows where it is. She took the bus to the audition, or at least, she took it home from there. She's on guard. While I was observing, she ... seemed to sense something, and took several pictures of the area." He sighs. "Very shortly thereafter I couldn't take three steps without encountering someone Fae with a method of transportation. It took a -childling- to point out to me that I wasn't walking through some strange field of attracting, but that I was the center and point of it. Had to drive the damn thing away with Banality." He shrugs uncomfortably.

"Still, I managed to avoid entanglements otherwise and make it back here. I didn't want to risk the house, you understand?"

"Oh baby," She strokes his face, "Okay. Okay. You're a grown man and I will not TELL you what to do, but I would be very grateful if you spent a night at Firnost soon."

"Hmmph. Only if you are with me."

"We're bargaining now? Fine." A whisper into his ear of not only what she would be with him, but he would enjoy it because of what she would do to him, "Like That bargain?"

He chuckles. "I do. Although it's not necessary. Dearest, I enjoy spending time with you on all levels. Not that I'm turning your suggestion down." With a very small twinkle. He -does- look tired.

"Oh, if a young redcap boy in a sailor suit comes by the club, he's my guest. Make him at home, will you?"

"Snapper? I haven't seen him in awhile. Mmm. If he's getting good enough at soothsay himself to find your problem tonight then maybe he's got some uses. Now," She spoils him with strokes and pets easing his muscles and shoulders. "What about Mags?"