Love's no good but it sure beats the hurt

[madgiganticfeelings]

[That was... Christine can only call it the most horrible thing she's seen so far, with that familiar dread that says something worse may come. Four people have died. Four friends Christine had trusted in and relied upon. And four more people she cares about have turned into memories and painful reminders of her failure to do anything meaningful here.

And Christine wallows in that. God, does she wallow. But she also knows that those painful ghosts of the people she loved relied on her to keep getting back up when the world knocked her down. And she has to keep going, if only to honour there memories.

The note she slides under each person's door is very simple, the bright orange gel pen somehow seeming duller in the wake of mourning:]

Food is in the dining hall.
Please come have something, or I'll track you down in an hour and force feed you.
If there's anything at all you need, please come talk to me. We shouldn't have to suffer alone.
-Christine

[There's a few dishes Christine knows how to make: lo mein and beef stew, some simple sandwiches as well. There are almond cookies after the more filling foods are prepared.

Off to the side is a plate with a few dumplings and... what looks like mashed turnips? An odd combination, but they were Angus' favourite.

And Christine is true to her word. If you don't come in an hour, she'll find you. In fact, she makes rounds around the opera house pretty much every hour, checking each room, and... maybe singing softly to herself as she goes.]

O god,
I can't stay, I won't stay for things left unseen
I can't stay, I won't stay, this end has no means
I can't stay, I won't stay, you were just a dream
A sweet sweet dream
You were a dream
But not my dream...

[Speaking of dreams, someone should convince her to go to bed.]

Comments

[likemypicture]

Wife five did counter with The biggest sinner is obvs the winner-- you'd probably like her too. But I kept my head, so who is the real winner there?

I'd rather tell God I made a demon laugh. That's wildly more impressive.

[heathencall]

Oh she does sound more my type. [he shakes his head.] But I think I much prefer you. Horrible taste, maybe, but I haven't met a queen willing to kiss a dragon for me before.

I think that makes you far better company.

[likemypicture]

Or--maybe it was wife two? I can't remember. Either way. Only one Queen partied in her own personal 'Little Prussia'. You made a good choice-- even if I am doomed to lose the contest. I may have claim to the most boring sex life-- but that doesn't mean I couldn't still get down!

[heathencall]

It's not too late for you. I'm sure we could find a dashing suitor for you. One with less... obvious blemishes as your previous partner. And certainly someone better than Tad Cooper, even.

[He has no idea who but. He'll figure it out. He will not let this poor woman live a sex free life.]

[likemypicture]

I don't believe there is anyone better than Tad Cooper. But--- better than my last husband. That shouldn't be too difficult. [She smiles, though.]

Thank you. I never thought I would find myself friends with a demon-- but here we are.

[heathencall]

And I never thought I'd befriend a Catholic. [He shakes his head, returning her smile all the same.]

Stranger things have happened here, I suppose.