[hider=About Policing Laws and Policies Upon Monsterkind]
Although Socrates had left, Chuunitrixx had not, and she did not missed a detail in the room, as the other Committee Members -- to isolate them by Facility Manager or Chapter Keeper granted them uneven height in the hierarchy, and the we're all evenly placed [u][b]below[/b][/u] her -- moved around, as they took to their assigned duty. It was only when that bastard cat suddenly devoured Zouyu's ball of yarn that she felt something needed doing, outside of her prerogative. Normally, she would assign Socrates this task, as she'd bigger thing to oversee with the Necropolis Gothika Project, but Socrates had his -- well, her -- own duties to attend with the Hostess/Brothel Facility. However, Zouyu was the mascot of Bandersnatch; a kitten among wolves, and, if the Chateau, was her to protect, then, so too, was its people.

Even from each other.

"[color=forestgreen][i]Madame Kaldorna, before you retire to make your preparations, may we speak of a future matter,[/i][/color]" Chuunitrixx asked, with a noticeably accented voice as she approached the personification of a finely wine red wine; if her Racial Classes weren't inherently resistant and/or immune to most Status Effects, she would have probably be smitten were she stood. But, even she'd admit that Kaldorna had an certain ja ne sais quoi attractive to her features that stirred Chuunitrixx's Prime Doppleform of Lady Traptrixx's High Wood Elf the right way -- it was why she spoke with her High Wood Elf accent, instead of her Common Wood Elf accent. Clearing her throat, with a dusting on green on her cheeks, Chuunitrixx croaked out, "[color=forestgreen]If you are willing to entertain me, that is. I believe, my offer will benefit us mutually.[/color]"

Chuunitrixx really hoped that she could resist the High Wood Elf within and its proclivities during of this interspecies interaction.
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[hider=A Queen's Studies]
After the call-to-arms and her chat with Kaldorna, Chuunitrixx had relocated herself in a section of Kath's Library; sat in a socket of a carrel desk with a cup of coffee, and several books stacked at her left and right, she studied, intensely, the concept and design of a hostess club, a brothel, and police work.

Socrates was securing the "funding", so to speak, while she was working on a classed-up fusion of the two formed concepts of the three; she wasn't looped into the police work yet. If there wasn't a book hogged space, there was a piece of paper with Mimickree Script, the language of Mimics, written on it; a perceptive scholar, like Kath, could determine, eventually, what each of the thirty symbols correlated to in the Common Script. But, it would take time that wasn't afforded with the constant movement, as other Alpha Survivors were also in the carrel, and studying their own affairs; ranging from Human Biology, Seduction, Mixology, Commerce, Dinner Service, and Hostessing. They, too, were compiling papers by the dozens, and studying for the Grand Opening of the "Apocalypse Now!" Sin City to work with.

They'd much to do, and Chuunitrixx had no desire for failure. However, she'd too much information at her fingertips, and needed to compartmentalize it. For a moment, it looked like it was impossible to bring it all together in her head, until she looked at it from the perspective of a city project planner, and realized what would do the trick: just build a district to each presented ideal.

However, she didn't have a clear set goal.

“[color=forestgreen]...even if I work that angle, I don’t have anything to offer. Everything I’ve thought of is bland,[/color]” Chuunitrixx frowned, as she doodled one of Enderall’s old Districts, and before sitting up straight. “[color=forestgreen]That’s it![/color]”

Chuunitrixx jumped up from her seat, and started to scan the shelves for anything that looked like a blueprint. Eventually, she found rolled open parchments, and unfurled on with a familiar seal on it. Hurrying to a table, she unrolled it, and looked down at the blueprint for ‘Apocalypse Now’; it’s cost in Guild Points, Gold Coin, Construction Materials, and Drolege’s seal of approval. “[color=forestgreen]Lady Traptrixx’s submission to design Chapter VI...[/color]”

Returning to the shelving, she hunted for the other chapters and facilities, and opened her jacket to shake out a bunch of Proxies. “[color=forestgreen]Mimic these,[/color]” Chuunitrixx orders, as she unfurled the blueprint for ‘Apocalypse Now’, and weighed it down with Black Knight Anor and Sliver Knight Londo. As the Proxies completed their mimicry, Chuunitrixx directed them to assume sizes to scale with the blueprint, and overlaid them with the size of Enderall’s Districts.

“[color=forestgreen]Yeeesss...[/color]” Chuunitrixx says. “[color=forestgreen]Instead of trying to do ONE thing, I can do MULTIPLE things at once.[/color]” She created Sentries, which morphed into scale models of the others in the Chateau, and placed them like pawns in their Districts. “[color=forestgreen]Yes. Yes. Yes![/color]” Chuunitrixx grinned, as she made a Proxy to mimic the updated blueprint, before she put the originals back, and recalled the mimics, save for the update.

“[color=forestgreen]I need half of you,[/color]” Chuunitrixx says. “[color=forestgreen]I need more than just these blueprints, so I require you to go through all the public records for every [say]. [shout], [party], [guild], and [whisper] from the Supreme Beings that designed these blueprints. Target any information pertaining to their Floors or Facilities. I should be able to redesign these blueprints in three-dimensions within the week.[/color]”

Nodding, half of the Upgraded Survivors broke away from their studies to hunt down the information requested.

Chuunitrixx giggled madly, as she envisioned the potential in front of her. “[color=forestgreen]One step closer...[/color]”
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[hider=A Courtesan's Courting]
At the request of Socrates, or…”Karynn” as she had taken to calling herself in this newfound persona, Rodias would arrive at the dining hall an hour after Flan had already served dinner. Though the Sable Lord had eaten, he had willingly taken a smaller portion. After all, he at least had to honor the effort that Socrates was putting forward to try and win him over...albeit in a way that was a bit disturbing. Even if mimics were genderless, Rodias couldn’t just forget that Socrates went from old man, to young man, to young lady all in like, a week. 

So...this dinner would hopefully impress.

Rodias would stumbled, with all the grace of a Sable Lord, as he entered the secondary hall; a table set with more accoutrements that most people could afford for their own homes, much less a dining table. However, the set dressing was just that: scenery for the gloriousness that was lain out. Set, forefront and foremost, was a plate of fillet mignon au poivre, stacked high and glistening, and held upon the plate by an encirclement of golden, buttery bread slides; strafing it, a large bowl of steaming, stew with fat chops of carrot, hunk of potato, and chunks of roasted chicken; behind that, a fresh and warm to the sight of it, set of pies of blueberry, blackberry, and strawberry with a gravy float of heavy cream to top it.

Sitting at the far end, Socrates was present; an utter mess of raw ingredients, with batter and flour in her hair, and stew on her apron with splashes of cream. They said, a good meal involved blood, sweat, and tears, and, judging from her watering eyes, as she struggled to brush her hair... tears were involved.

Rodias would realize, she hadn't perceived him yet...

Rodias couldn’t help but stare at the plate, then feel incredibly bad as he looked at Socrates. She looked...pitiful. Was this all part of her game? Or was she genuinely just a mess from the cooking she’d done? Judging from how high quality the food looked, Flan definitely helped her make it in some way. But, repressing the urge to dive into eating that steak, Rodias would clear his throat, having ducked back behind the corner beforehand. It was only fair to let Socrates know he was coming without embarrassing her.

"[color=d2691e]Huh!? Who is it!?[/color]" Socrates asks, voice devoid of charm and huskiness; brimming with exhaustion and frustration. [color=d2691e][i]I mean...[/i][/color]" she cleared her throat, "[color=d2691e][i]Who is it?[/i][/color]"

[color=f7976a][b]”Your dinner date,”[/b][/color] Rodias said, still not around the corner. [color=f7976a][b]”But, it sounds like you’re busy. I can come back later.”[/b][/color]

"[color=d2691e][i]Oh, everything is set. I'm just... not...[/i][/color]" Socrates says, frustration still on her tone, "[color=d2691e][i]But, I'm hardly important to you, like that, so please, come and dine.[/i][/color]"

[color=f7976a][b]"If you’re not ready, then you’re not ready,"[/b][/color] Rodias said plainly. [color=f7976a][b]"Go and freshen up. Whatever you have done will have to do,"[/b][/color] Rodias said, trying his damndest to get her to go and just take a shower or do what she needed to not look like a hot mess.

"[color=d2691e][i]Just get in here,[/i][/color]" Socrates says. "[color=d2691e][i]It's getting cold and I slaved on that stove and oven and with those eggbeater things,[/i][/color]" she ranted, "[color=d2691e][i]Honestly, if it weren't you, I would have blown that kitchen up and my bastard kind-sister with it...[/i][/color]"

Rodias sighed, before rounding the corner, looking squarely at the food as he approached. [color=f7976a][b]"It looks perfect,"[/b][/color] he offered with a slight smile, sitting down. [color=f7976a][b]"And, please, never cook again if that’s the case. I would greatly prefer the kitchen and cook intact."[/b][/color]

"[color=d2691e][i]Humph! Taste it! I cooked everything here, hunting if all, and every ingredient by hand,[/i][/color]" Socrates says. "[color=d2691e][i]I had to run and use knives, like a common hunter. It was awful, and kinda awesome...[/i][/color]"

"[color=d2691e][i]I started leaking fluid from my eyes, at some point, when I was tasting things,[/i][/color]" she says, "[color=d2691e][i]I hate it.[/i][/color]"

[color=f7976a][b]"That would be tears. They happen when humanoids are sad. Or they cut onions,"[/b][/color] Rodias said, hoping the TASTE wasn’t what made her cry as he tensely cut into the steak with a knife.

Rodias sheared through the steak like it was butter under a hot knife; it was cooked perfectly, and evenly colored, with a absolutely exquisite strip of fat for marbling. Socrates frowned, "[color=d2691e][i]I don't get sad. I have no reason to shed... tears,[/i][/color]" she says. "[color=d2691e][i]They seemed to stop once I was set up, and stopped cooking. Such a miserable, yet enthralling, experience.[/i][/color]"

[color=f7976a][b]"Enthralling?"[/b][/color] Rodias questioned, finally tasting the food as he placed a piece of steak onto his tongue and chewed. 

It melted under the initial pressure, flowed across his tongue, and slid down his throat. Socrates looked apprehensive at him, worrying her lower lip with her left canine -- almost like a "fang" -- and rung her hands before her waist.

[color=f7976a][b]"Delicious,"[/b][/color] Rodias said, having a satisfied smile on his lips. [color=f7976a][b]"Please answer my question though. Crying was enthralling for you?"[/b][/color]

"[color=d2691e][i]Delicious is good, right? You only ate a little,[/i][/color]" Socrates says, "[color=d2691e][i]Delicious isn't good, is it? Where did I go wrong?[/i][/color]" Socrates looked over the steak, "[color=d2691e][i]Should this be browner? Less so? Pink, maybe? Dhampyr need blood, right? I'm so stupid![/i][/color]" Rodias would notice her eyes were swelling with tears, as she grew in frustration. "[color=d2691e][i]Idiot, Socrates, idiot! You moron! Failing at the first step by forgetting your guest is a blooddrinker![/i][/color]" Socrates chided herself, holding a steak in her hands, as she overturned it, before smushing it into delicious paste, and gripping her hair. "[color=d2691e][b]Gaaaah! Get it together![/b][/color]"

[color=f7976a][b]"...Socrates..."[/b][/color] Rodias said, trying to talk over Socrates having a nervous breakdown. [color=f7976a][b]"Socrates,"[/b][/color] he said, justt as she started calling herself stupid. Then, when that steak got manhandled, Rodias exclaimed: [color=f7976a][b]"Socrates!"[/b][/color] before he rose from his seat went over, and grabbed Socrates lightly by smooshing her cheeks together with his gloved hands. [color=f7976a][b]"The steak is GOOD! People eat things piece by piece, not all at once like mimics do!"[/b][/color]

This...was all going very very poorly for a dinner date. Even Rodias knew that.

"[color=d2691e][i]Really?! It is!? They do!? How weird....[/i][/color]" Socrates says, her cheeks red and wet. "[color=d2691e][i]Why would you eat so slowly? Just swallow everything at once,[/i][/color]" she says, before her blush deepened. "[color=d2691e][i]You are close to me, and not recoiling,[/i][/color]" she smiled, not her Mimic Smile, but a crooked smile that tilted her head naturally and gave her cheeks prominence -- it was a natural smile for Karynn.

[color=f7976a][b]"We eat slowly so we don’t choke. The throat is a narrow organ,"[/b][/color] Rodias explained before releasing her cheeks. [color=f7976a][b]"And, of course I’m close. Why wouldn’t I be? I had to save you from ruining the food you worked hard on."[/b][/color]

"[color=d2691e][i]Heekeeheekee...[/i][/color]" Socrates giggled, like a squeaky hinge, "[color=d2691e][i]My eyes are leaking again. Also, ew... what was that noise i made just now. It felt gross, yet nice...[/i][/color]"

[color=f7976a][b]"That was laughter. ...I’m surprised you don’t know that is,"[/b][/color] Rodias said, releasing Socrates’ cheeks and heading back to his seat at the table. 

"[color=d2691e][i]I know what laughter is. That was not laughter. It was a disgusting, yet cute sound.[/i][/color]" Socrates says, pouting, as she caressed her cheek where Rodias had touched; smearing steak on it without thinking. In private, Karynn was clearly something of an airhead.

Saying that it was “in private” was an understatement. Rodias would continue eating however, clearly enjoying his meal based on the pleased expression on his face, eating in quiet satisfaction. [color=f7976a][b]"Delicious,"[/b][/color] he said tersely. 

"[color=d2691e][i]Huh? You said it differently that time,[/i][/color]" Socrates says, watching and studying.

[color=f7976a][b]"Did I now?"[/b][/color] Rodias questioned. The atmosphere was undeniably awkward. No actual dinner conversation was going on whatsoever, it was just the sounds of eating.

"[color=d2691e][i]Yes,[/i][/color]" Socrates says. "[color=d2691e][i]I'm boring you, aren't it,[/i][/color]" she asks, getting visibly frustrated, "[color=d2691e][i]Be honest.[/i][/color]"

[color=f7976a][b]"The food is undoubtedly an A. But the quality of the date is dependent more on the liveliness than the food,"[/b][/color] Rodias said, netting his impressively clean fingers for how much he’d eaten. [color=f7976a][b]"If you want to prove that you can seduce me, you’ll need to start with food, then lead in with interesting conversation. Come on, try,"[/b][/color] Rodias said, seemingly giving Socrates a chance to turn the whole date around.

"[color=d2691e][i]Do you like dogs or cats,[/i][/color]" Socrates asks.

[color=f7976a][b]"Cats,"[/b][/color] Rodias replied.

"[color=d2691e][i]Do tell,[/i][/color]" Socrates coaxed.

[color=f7976a][b]"I’ve literally never seen a dog in my life, so the only option is to pick cats. "[/b][/color]

"[color=d2691e][i]Eat faster! I wanna take you somewhere![/i][/color]" Socrates says.

[color=f7976a][b]"I will not,"[/b][/color] Rodias said flatly, resuming eating at his pace, admittedly already on the pies. The conversation was rapidly degrading.

"[color=d2691e][i]Why?[/i][/color]" Socrates asks, recoiling visibly, as if struck. "[color=d2691e][i]I know you hate me, but you wagered to entertain my attempts...[/i][/color]" she sank back, "[color=d2691e][i]...never mind. You can go, like you want. This was a bad idea...[/i][/color]"

Rodias paused before rising, approaching Socrates and cupping her un-steak-juice-covered cheek. [color=f7976a][b]"I want to see what you intend. But, I don’t waste food. Nor do I scarf it down so fast that I can’t taste it. Bear with me, okay?"[/b][/color] Rodias asked, seeming genuine in his kind attempt to reconcile with Socrates. 

"[color=d2691e][i]O-Oh... I see...[/i][/color]" Socrates says, turning quite red. "[color=d2691e][i]I am being impatient. How coquettishly unattractive of me.[/i][/color]"

[color=f7976a][b]”Consider it a learning experience,”[/b][/color] Rodias said, getting back to eating while he questioned who was actually seducing whom here. 

“[color=d2691e][i]I will, graciously,[/i][/color]” Socrates says, internalizing the information and the hands-on experience. Rodias had given her quite the boost in how someone could be seduced. Just reading wasn’t good enough. You needed to know them, their interests and disinterests, and what made them feel wanted in the moment. It was far for than just the material, but heavily invested in the immaterial, as well.

Rodias would finish his dinner and gingerly wipe his face with a napkin, rising once more to approach Socrates. [color=f7976a][b]"So, what was it that you wanted to show me?"[/b][/color]

“[color=d2691e][i]I can show you The Kennel,[/i][/color]” Socrates says, “[color=d2691e][i]Follow me.[/i][/color]” 

Rodias would nod his head, silently following Socrates to wherever the hell the Kennel was.

Socrates seemed to be amused, transitioning from her awkward stiffness to a comfortable playfulness, as she ran ahead of Rodias. Turning at a corner, she looked back at him, and raised her right foot; as bare as her hands, sole dirtied from the flooring, as it changed from wood to earth. “[color=d2691e][i]Hurry up, or I’mma kick you, my Fledgling Host,[/i][/color]” she says, sticking out her tongue, before dashing off.

Rodias would notice that the Chateau floor was going from wood to ground, steadily, as he neared the corner that Socrates rounded, and he was suddenly beholden to The Kennel; a large room of variously aged dogs of different breeds that Socrates had discovered in Kath’s Library.

Rodias was genuinely wondering where the hell the Chateau’s shoe supply was going if people were gallivanting around without them. But, the sight of the Kennel was interesting given that Rodias knew of no such building in the Chateau. Nor had he ever seen any number of these dog breeds. 

“[color=d2691e][i]Are you coming,[/i][/color]” Scorates asks, pushing on his butt with her foot, “kicking” him. His presence was instantly noticed by the puppies. “[color=d2691e][i]Look at this one,[/i][/color]” Socrates says, holding up a ball of black and white fluff. “[color=d2691e][i]This is a Husky. It lives in the snow, like in Gamma.[/i][/color]”

Rodias’ gaze fixed squarely on the husky puppy, seemingly staring a hole in it as he gingerly took it out of Socrates’ arms and held it up. Looking it right in the eyes, Rodias’ eyes twitched before he softly patted its head. [color=f7976a][b]"Are these real or mimics?"[/b][/color]

A happy whine escaped the pup, as it licked Rodias’s hands from the petting. “[color=d2691e][i]Does it matter,[/i][/color]” Socrates asks. “[color=d2691e][i]It’s real, now, no matter what it really is,[/i][/color]” she says, adding quietly, as she letting some Beagle and Basset Hound pups puddle around her feet, “[color=d2691e][i]...like me.[/i][/color]”

[color=f7976a][b]"I see,"[/b][/color] Rodias said, before kneeling down and laying amidst the puddle of puppies, vanishing under the mass of paws, fur, and adorableness as the dhampir lord basked in the feeling of warmth unique to dogs. [color=f7976a][b]"...Make sure that Chompy never finds out about this kennel,"[/b][/color] Rodias said, lifting his head, which currently had a beagle pup perched upon it.

Socrates narrowed her eyes, “[color=d2691e][i]There will be blood...[/i][/color]” she swears, before a growling started up. "[color=d2691e][i]Oh, it's you,[/i][/color]" she says, as one puppy that stood out among them stumbled over. It was clearly the ring of a litter, and seemed to be a wolf and a dog, and growled at Rodias with a determined look in it's single blue eye; it's left eye clouded over. "[color=d2691e][i]Calm down... you can't challenge everything bigger than you...[/i][/color]" Socrates chided.

The wolf-pup didn't listen or didn't care; just standing firm on tiny legs and glaring at Rodias with a growl.

Rodias smiled at the wolf-pup, balling his hand and laying it on the ground before the pup, saying: [color=f7976a][b]"He’s reckless."[/b][/color]

“[color=d2691e][i]He’s a little pest[/i][/color]” Socrates says. “[color=d2691e][i]I can’t do anything with him. He just eats, growls, and annoys me...[/i][/color]”

[color=f7976a][b]"Well, then I’ll take him off your hands,"[/b][/color] Rodias said, slowly extending his hand towards the pup.

“[color=d2691e][i]Oh? Are you sure,[/i][/color]” Socrates asks. “[color=d2691e][i]I mean, if you want,[/i][/color]” she was blushing hard, “[color=d2691e][i]I’d be honored![/i][/color]”

The wolf-pup ceased growling, and sniffed at Rodias.

Rodias smelt off a strange sort of cleanliness that the pup would be unfamiliar to, as clean as the light of the moon, and his hand feeling huge compared to the tiny pup. [color=f7976a][b]"You don’t need to be afraid. My name is Rodias. Do you have a name?"[/b][/color]

“[color=d2691e][i]I just call her the runt,[/i][/color]” Socrates says, “[color=d2691e][i]Technically, she's Puppy Delta Dash Delta Zero Niner.[/i][/color]”

Rodias would draw his hand closer, gently laying his fingertips on the pup’s head. [color=f7976a][b]"Then, D09, I’ll call you Barbatos,"[/b][/color] he said...which had absolutely no correlation to D-D09 in any fashion. It just sounded cool. And to sound cute it could be shortened to Barb.

It helped that it was a female dog, so Barb was fitting nicknamed for its gender and temperament; although, now, she was a bit picated by the touch. Socrates usually didn’t pet her, because she usually bit. It wasn’t her fault, though. She was the Alpha, that was all.

“[color=d2691e][i]Barbatos,[/i][/color]” Socrates snickered. “[color=d2691e][i]Heekeeheekee...[/i][/color]” she giggled, before gasping, “[color=d2691e][i]That noise again![/i][/color]”

Rodias would lift Barb into his arms after a moment, softly petting her head. [color=f7976a][b]"Who’s a good dog? Yesyouare. Yesyouare~"[/b][/color] Rodias said, more seduced by the adorable pup than he was Socrates at this point.

Socrates didn’t have anything to say, as her eyes were closing against her will, as she was nodding off; she, like all Survivors, practiced a Human Sleep Cycle, and it was time for her to shut down, so to speak. As Rodias played with Barb, she was nodding off with her head between her knees, until she flopped over.

Rodias’ shadow would catch Socrates before she hit the floor, lifting her up as Rodias rose to his feet. [color=f7976a][b]"Sadly, your date failed to win my heart. But, you’ve shown potential. The game will continue for the week...for now, I’ll take my prize,"[/b][/color] Rodias said, petting Barbatos as he walked along, bringing Socrates back to Enderal, while looking back at the pups. Was...was he supposed to put them all back?

Socrates just snored softly, as she was sound asleep. Rodias would notice the area was blank; as if, it never existed, or, perhaps, it moved in defense. It was hard to tell with Mimics and their designs.

Rodias would simply deliver Socrates home to Chuunitrixx, before he himself would head off to his personal quarters for the night, wondering if he could get Kaldorna to help with potty-training.

As he did, he would notice that Barb was pacing around, and looking at the door.

Rodias was curious as to what Barbatos wanted and, knowing his speed exceeded the dog’s in case it ran, opened the door and followed.

Barb did; racing back towards Enderall -- well, the elevator. She sniffed around the base, and pawed at it.

Rodias would enter and push the button to enter Chapter 6, following after Barb immediately after.

She charged -- at the speed of tiny and pupper -- towards the main building, and sniffed the ground; retracing Rodias’s steps.

Rodias kept on following the dog, wondering where the hell it was actually going.

Barb plopped down outside of a bedroom, and looked at Rodias, as if she was expecting him to lay down, too.

Rodias narrowed his eyes, having a feeling he knew who’s bedroom this was. 

Barb got up, and padded over, and then laid down on his shoes. If he wasn’t going to get closer, she would simply have to deign to do so. She was too kind, sometimes. ...she totally would never admit that she couldn’t sleep without her Mommy around. She was a big girl after all.

Rodias gently picked Barbatos up and ruffled her fur atop her head. [color=f7976a][b]"I can’t sleep in here, Barb. I’ll come pick you up in the morning, okay?"[/b][/color]

Barb tilted her head with the ruffles, and didn’t fully grasp the concept; she was a puppy, after all, and knew only what a puppy would, could, and should. She liked Rodias, but she needed her Mommy. It was that simple. Sorta.

Rodias pet her head once more, gently placing her on Socrates’ bed before heading towards the door.

Barb whimpered, for a moment, before she settled down in the familiar smell of powering oils and lubricating fluids; dozing off. In the adjoining bathroom, Socrates was running water, and it stopped.

Rodias had seconds to be a ghost.

Rodias was beyond ghost. He was, after all, beaten only in speed by the ESPER wings.

Showered, dressed, and pressed, Socrates returned to her bedroom. “[color=d2691e][i]Delta Dash Delta Zero Niner?[/i][/color]” Socrates was very confused, as she saw Barb. “[color=d2691e][i]But, Rodias said... he was going to...[/i][/color]” Socrates was scrambling to put two and two together, before her beauty was split by a deep frown. “[color=d2691e][i]He lied to me,[/i][/color]” she growled. “[color=d2691e][i]He played me for a sucker, and I let him run circles around me! I tried to be decent and Human -- not a schemer, not a Mimic -- and he took advantage![/i][/color]”

Socrates yelled out in anger, as she smashed over her lamp. “[color=d2691e][i]That bastard! Nobody plays me!”[/i][/color] she growled, as tears streamed down her face. “[color=d2691e][i]These stupid tears! I’m not sad! I’m not cutting onion![/i][/color]” Socrates sat on her bed. “[color=d2691e][i]Fine, then, Rodias, my Lord...[/i][/color]” she says, with venomous sarcasm, “[color=d2691e][i]If you wanna play dirty, I’ll play dirty.[/i][/color]”

Socrates settled into bed, but wouldn’t be asleep for a long time, as she planned her revenge.

That would make it a tad awkward in the morning when she would discover the piece of paper stuck to Barb’s back, penned by Rodias stating:

[color=f7976a][i]"Dear Socrates

Barbatos is insistent on sleeping with you at night. To keep it from getting depressed, I have decided that until she grows used to my bed, she’ll have to sleep with you. I’ll still do as I promised and take care of feeding her, cleaning up after her, and general care for her. Thank you for the dinner tonight.

Sincerely, Rodias"[/i][/color]

Socrates would see if in the morning, in the light, and in an equally pissy state of mind -- and, it would embarrass the fuck out of her.
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