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isleofavalon2021-07-23 09:20 pm
colchismagecraft) wrote in isleofavalon2021-07-23 09:20 pm
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Ninth: Walk of Shame
🧙 WHO: Caster, Kadoc and OPEN
⚔️️ WHAT: Caster realises she organised a meeting the morning after staying away from home for some fun, and has to do the walk of shame. Oops.
🕒 WHEN: Morning of the 12th July (backdated).
🗺️ WHERE: Outside a hotel in the middle of Camelot all the way to Kadoc's house.
⚠️ WARNINGS: Sex talk/implications in the open log. Suicide/Death talk in the closed log.
Open: Walk of Shame
Caster's evening the previous night hadn't quite gone according to plan. Having arranged with Kadoc to meet the next morning, Kate had gotten in contact with her to go out for drinks, Caster needed a distraction from her thoughts- and, well, one thing lead to another and she'd ended up having a very different sort of night.
It was only when she'd woken up the next morning and checked the time on her phone- Oh. There was no way she'd be able to get back to her's to get changed in time!
And so, Caster found herself rushing out the hotel wearing yesterday's clothes - a now somewhat wrinkled black top, denim jacket and long skirt. If that wasn't a big enough give-away, her hair was a mess and she had a suspicious little bruise that she couldn't quite cover near her neck. Were those little nibble marks on her ears...?
She hoped no one would spot her, but...no doubt she wouldn't be so lucky.
[ooc: Feel free to run into her anywhere in town as she does her walk of shame to Kadoc's house!]
Closed: An Old Grudge
After shooting a quick text to Kadoc that she was on her way- with an apology for the radio silence so far that morning- Medea made her way over to his place. They needed to discuss the Berserker issue, after all, especially if anyone else from Chaldea appeared nursing a grudge. Hopefully they could get that discussion resolved tonight.
...And hopefully Kadoc would either not notice her slightly dishevelled state, or at the very least wouldn't judge her too harshly if he did read between the lines and realise what happened.
Well. She'd see soon enough.
And with that thought in mind, she knocked on his door.
"Kadoc? It's me."
⚔️️ WHAT: Caster realises she organised a meeting the morning after staying away from home for some fun, and has to do the walk of shame. Oops.
🕒 WHEN: Morning of the 12th July (backdated).
🗺️ WHERE: Outside a hotel in the middle of Camelot all the way to Kadoc's house.
⚠️ WARNINGS: Sex talk/implications in the open log. Suicide/Death talk in the closed log.
Open: Walk of Shame
Caster's evening the previous night hadn't quite gone according to plan. Having arranged with Kadoc to meet the next morning, Kate had gotten in contact with her to go out for drinks, Caster needed a distraction from her thoughts- and, well, one thing lead to another and she'd ended up having a very different sort of night.
It was only when she'd woken up the next morning and checked the time on her phone- Oh. There was no way she'd be able to get back to her's to get changed in time!
And so, Caster found herself rushing out the hotel wearing yesterday's clothes - a now somewhat wrinkled black top, denim jacket and long skirt. If that wasn't a big enough give-away, her hair was a mess and she had a suspicious little bruise that she couldn't quite cover near her neck. Were those little nibble marks on her ears...?
She hoped no one would spot her, but...no doubt she wouldn't be so lucky.
[ooc: Feel free to run into her anywhere in town as she does her walk of shame to Kadoc's house!]
Closed: An Old Grudge
After shooting a quick text to Kadoc that she was on her way- with an apology for the radio silence so far that morning- Medea made her way over to his place. They needed to discuss the Berserker issue, after all, especially if anyone else from Chaldea appeared nursing a grudge. Hopefully they could get that discussion resolved tonight.
...And hopefully Kadoc would either not notice her slightly dishevelled state, or at the very least wouldn't judge her too harshly if he did read between the lines and realise what happened.
Well. She'd see soon enough.
And with that thought in mind, she knocked on his door.
"Kadoc? It's me."
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[Well, she'd have to ask Kadoc later. As for the question, a tinge of red came back into her cheeks and ears.]
...Yes. We've been friends a while now. She reached out to me during- well, all of that, and promised she'd buy me a drink if I made it out alive. That was why we met up to begin with.
But she's a close friend. I trust her.
[Earning the trust of someone like Medea probably spoke for itself.]
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[ Sure, the sordid, more intimate nature of things was a little awkward to talk around, but Gareth didn't miss the forest for the trees. What was important was that Medea was healing, and she had someone who could at least hold her together through the agony of loneliness. ]
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[A small smile at Gareth's words. It- it felt good, to be taken care of in that way, to have those sorts of feelings again. To feel appreciated in that way.]
...It was- yes, exactly that. It was a nice feeling, even if I sometimes wonder whether or not I deserve such a thing.
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I may not be able to provide much, but I hope I can help, too...