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"Full moon rising." Kath called jovially as she mock-covered her eyes and walked away. She got to the kitchen, pulled open the fridge, and grabbed the last bottle of that great tea with the unpronounceable name Thobias had stocked the thing with. The relative emptiness of the refrigerator was another reason Kath had picked today to leave. She pulled off the label wrapped round the bottle, pulled out a pen, and scribbled a short note on the back of it.

[quote]We ate all your food. Thanks for everything, wherever you are. Seriously.

XOXO, Katherine[/quote]

As Christine walked in, ready to go, Katherine took a container of toothpicks and laid it on the makeshift note so it didn't blow off the counter. "Right, let's hit the road."

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After locking up and a long awkward elevator ride filled with people unfamiliar with Christine's...bold fashion choices the two of them stepped out into the streets of downtown. Katherine stretched out, seeing as she was outside for the first time in what felt like months. The balcony was nice and all, but it was still being confined to a little square of concrete floating high above the world. She looked around. Based on where they were downtown home wouldn't be that hard to get to, but it'd be a bit of a walk. Not that she was complaining, she needed the exercise. She picked her heading and started to stroll down the sidewalk, enjoying the afternoon sun. 

She seemed like she was one of the only ones though. Everyone else was either hurring to and fro on business or just acting real shutoff and tense. Kath wondered about that until she spotted something posted up on the side of a nearby bus stop.

White posters covered the side, each bearing a photo a phone number, and a plea for help. Missing persons. She grimaced. Right. That had happened after she'd been carried away on her wild demonic roller coaster ride. It felt weird. Like, when you almost get yourself murdered you feel like that must have been the most important thing to happen that day. This cult thing still kinda felt like a dream, like it hadn't happened, even though it had been the only thing on the news for the past couple of days. 

She wondered whether, if things had gone different, her face would be up there with all of them.

[i]"Almost certainly, if Clara had her way."[/i]

It took her a few moments to realize that she'd stopped walking, rooted in place by that sea of faces. She shook herself off, looking over to Christine. Then back to the posters.

"Hey?" she asked her sister, her voice worryingly hesitant. She didn't know how to bring this up, didn't really want to, but somehow standing here made her feel like she should. "You guys weren't...like...you don't think maybe your boss had something to do with this cult thing, do you?"

Honestly, she'd never put to much stock in the sort of rumors she'd heard about what St. Mephistos got up to. She knew they were cheats and scoundrels, but she'd always figured if Christine was willing to slum it with them they couldn't be all that bad. They'd mess with St. Laural's, sure, but who didn't want to mess with St. Laural's? She'd always just taken it as an aggressive rivalry.

Being stabbed forced her to reexamine those ideas. 

[@Hammerman]