[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/GdjULKa.png[/img] [hr][hr] [h3][color=e7cd90][b] 6:30 PM - Thursday, July 17th, 2025 - Château de La Lune, France[/b][/color][/h3] [hr] [@PatientBean][@TheMaster99][@KazAlkemi][@Morose][@Trainerblue192][@kittyluna45][@KTostada] [/center][hr][hr] [hider=La Lune Family] [url=https://i.imgur.com/nUOttnn.jpg]Elenore La Lune[/url] [url=https://i.imgur.com/B7xTb1N.jpg]Richard La Lune[/url] [url=https://i.imgur.com/9P1MJod.jpg]Agatha La Lune[/url] [url=https://i.imgur.com/uKShMXQ.jpg]George La Lune[/url] [url=https://i.imgur.com/DBv6k9z.jpg]Beatrice La Lune[/url] [url=https://i.imgur.com/38rDBwZ.jpg]Lawrence La Lune[/url] [url=https://i.imgur.com/Z2EXOco.jpg]Nathan La Lune[/url] [url=https://i.imgur.com/dCXpQPS.jpg]Elizabeth La Lune[/url] [url=https://i.imgur.com/qVWDMTv.jpg]Gabrielle La Lune[/url] [url=https://i.imgur.com/oQDUgZq.jpg]Jeanne La Lune[/url] [url=https://i.imgur.com/YlXlI3M.jpg]Lena La Lune[/url] [/hider] [hr] There had been three of the La Lunes in the Bar: Elenore, Lawrence, and Lena. Lena had taken her seat back in the corner, her laptop already open, and she was typing. Lawrence had taken his seat at the bar, a drink in hand. He was scowling. Obviously irritated from the scene at dinner. Also, just as drunk as he had been when he had left the dining room. Elenore was sitting on a comfy-looking armchair at a low table. The other La Lunes filtered in. Richard and George arrive together, speaking French. George looked resigned to the conversation. Richard seemed to be trying to pressure George. The pair get drinks and stand near the billiards table. Gabrielle is not far behind them, her head held high. She gets a glass of wine and sits in a different grouping of chairs than either Elenore or Lena. Neither Agatha, who has yet to show her face, nor Nathan appears. Beatrice and Elizabeth are sisters with a wide age gap of almost ten years, but they share a look of unspoken conversation. They go their separate ways. Beatrice to Lawrence, where she says something in French, hushed and rushed. Lawrence rolls his eyes. Elizabeth goes to George and Richard. “Enough politics,” she tells them in English. “We aren’t here to talk about that. Mingle with the visitors.” She waves a hand at Leon, who, even though he is mixing a drink for Beatrice, nods acknowledging her order. Despite her not saying anything, Leon pours her a glass of red wine; he knows her order. Jeanne is the last of the La Lunes to make an appearance. She glances around the room, looking a mix of irritated and disappointed. She flops into a chair in the same small grouping as Elenore. Elenore raises her eyebrow at her. Jeanne shrugs. Richard has switched to English. “If we don’t take the offer, we are doomed.” He has shifted his attention from George to Elizabeth. George takes advantage of it and joins Elenore and Jeanne. “Did Nathan find her?” Elenore asks. George nods. “Usual spot?” He nods again. Elenore sighs. “Why today? Why this weekend?” George can tell the questions are rhetorical and doesn’t respond. “Nathan said the weather has turned bad. It started to rain while he was out there. The wind really kicked up during dinner.” George said instead. Renee enters the room, taking in the gathering groups. Measuring the cliques of the family. She had missed some things, but from the isolation of Lena and the way Gabrielle and Jeanne kept an eye on each other, but also stayed as far apart as the room would allow, she could tell that the current youngest generation of La Lunes did not like each other. [hr][hr] [center][h1][color=dae8c1]Ralph[/color][/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KpUC8tV.png[/img] [hr] [color=dae8c1]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune: Rec Room [color=dae8c1]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center] [hr][hr] The room had become full. He was surprised by how big the room was and how much it filled up with all of the La Lunes and all of the nominees in there. He scanned the room, his fingers still intertwined with Sam’s. His heart started racing a bit. He was suddenly very nervous. There were groups of chairs, much like the upstairs lounge. Even more surprising was Lawrence sitting at the bar. He had assumed that Lawrence would have gone to bed rather than stick around. Ralph started toward the bar, but decided better of it. It has gotten a bit crowded. There are only four seats at the bar, but the others around the room are around tables. [color=dae8c1]”Where do you want to sit,”[/color] he asks Sam? As he does, Renee has reached the bar and leans over to ask Leon for a drink. Leon, even though he is busy, nods. Ralph watches as Lawrence leans over into Renee’s personal space. His body trapping her against the bar. Lawrence says something to her that Ralph can’t hear from across the room, but those near the bar hear him tell her. “You know, everyone just votes for who they nominated. If you make it worth my while, I’ll vote for you.” She had tensed when he had trapped her, but now she moved. Her head went back, slamming into his face. His nose, freshly set by Doctor Stonzetto, made a sickening crunchy sound. Renee slid out from under Lawrence and took several steps away. The La Lune’s standing nearby had shocked looks on their faces. Lawrence started yelling; at first, it was in French, a string of curses, his voice once again sounding stuffy. He pointed at Renee. “Fuck you.” Then he looked over at Lena, who had lifted her head and was watching the exchange, her face contorted into a look of disgust. “And fuck you for inviting her. She’s dead. I’ll never vote for her now.” “Better someone who is doing some damn good in the world than whatever casting call bullshit you thought was a good idea,” Lena yelled, closing her laptop. He stormed out of the room, leaving through the door by the bar and into the Library beyond. Elenore sighed heavily, a look of profound disappointment on her face. She glanced over her shoulder. “B, go keep an eye on him.” Beatrice nodded and left the room, leaving her drink. “Miss Tanner,” Elenore said, standing and going to Renee. “Are you alright? I apologize for my son’s behavior. I assure you that he will not bother you the rest of your time in our house.” [color=#fdd3d5]"Is this his normal behavior?”[/color] Renee asked after nodding that she was alright. “I will not make excuses for him, but this last year has had some major changes that I do not think he was ready to handle.” Renee sighed, took her drink, and went to sit near Lena. She didn’t say anything, and neither did Lena. Renee’s leg shook up and down, but her hands were perfectly still holding the mixed drink in her hand. Ralph watched the whole exchange, his hand trembling slightly in Sam’s. What was wrong with these people?