icarusalsoflew: (words are spoken to be broken.)
Hikaru Shinta ([personal profile] icarusalsoflew) wrote2014-04-22 02:44 am
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Waking the Dead 2.0 || August 13, 2063 || Saturday || The Mordechai Home




[So before the real work in Europe starts, you've all got a free day to roam around the Mordechai Home and its rather beautiful surroundings. Everyone is more than welcome to stay the night.

The Cooley Peninsula's a lovely place, and this particular section is even prettier than the rest of the area. The house, in itself, is pretty interesting too.

Knock yourselves out, guys. This is turning out to be a pretty sweet vacation, isn't it?]



DESCRIPTION STUFF:
+ The house is an old-style Irish home made of brick and covered in ivy. It's got two floors (all five bedrooms are upstairs, and each one has a bathroom), an attic, and a basement. Everything's antique in here, and there is pretty much NOTHING Japanese in the house except Hikaru. The binding motifs: Christian symbols with a Celtic twist, blades, brambles and water.
+ First floor's got the kitchen with the dining area right next to it, and the living room with a fireplace. There's a porch up front.
+ The attic is full of old and interesting shit, and looks like a study. Hikaru's Brotherhood of Violence stuff is here.
+ The basement is the strangest area: half of it is a workshop-cum-armory with a map that expands an entire wall. It's full of old notes, post-its and photographs. Observers will note that this was Alistair's project from way back when - the beginnings of how he always managed to keep track of Hikaru. The other half is under lock and key; the door's a vault. It feels cold beyond it. VERY cold.
+ There's a beach that's about a three minute's walk down from the hill that the house is on. The ancestral Mordechai cemetery's a ten minute walk from the house, through rolling hills. Alistair's wife is buried there, as are Maes' wife and kids, Abel, and both Seth Mordechais.
+ ...And then there are fields for miles and miles, and mountains in the distance.
+ The Kearney home is actually a fifteen minute drive away from the Mordechai home. Nobody's in, though.

OTHER OOC NOTES:
+ Feel free to go anywhere you like. Ping me if you need descriptions.
+ Alistair will only return to the house by sunset. He's in the cemetery or roaming around in the forest. until then.
+ Feel free to make your own threads, or pop in to bug the NPCs at the threads I am putting up for them.
mordechai: (i praise your name.)

[personal profile] mordechai 2014-05-12 01:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Take advantage of it. Call him out on it, then make sure that he knows that you're fine. Then let him indulge you, with a bit of guidance.

[Fucking him helps, but... telling you that is probably going to make you awkward. So.]
larue: (play 'til the bend becomes the break)

[personal profile] larue 2014-05-12 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's going to light up one stick as he nods and takes all of that in. Most of it.

Taking advantage of the situation just strikes him as a bit unfair -- but you suggested it, and you've had more time with him.

After a while though, ]
He broke down.

It was the most terrifying thing I've ever had to face.

[ It feels safe to tell you this. Just like it felt safe to talk with Aria. ]
Edited 2014-05-12 13:11 (UTC)
mordechai: (selfless / cold / composed.)

[personal profile] mordechai 2014-05-12 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Usually is, especially if you're used to him being "fine".

[The emphasis is deliberate. You've talked plenty about strength already.]
larue: (027 »)

[personal profile] larue 2014-05-12 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Nodding at that, and falling quiet as his gaze turns back to those tombstones. He and Hikaru had been here just that morning. And it had been good to laugh and joke around and talk.

Eventually, though, he clears his throat. ]


I'm going to head on back, sir. [ He offers a grateful smile towards the Seer. ] See you at the house?
mordechai: (good times gonna come.)

[personal profile] mordechai 2014-05-12 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
See you later.

[Then, with just that touch of Mordechai Grade dryness in his tone:]

Good luck.