House Log 001: Find me way out there; there's no road that will lead us back

[payingfordeliverance]

Who: The Pandoras + various assorted acquaintances, perhaps
What: Catchall log for the PH cast, for our various non-event needs!
When: October + November
Where: Pandora House, which needs a cooler name, and perhaps elsewhere

Content Warnings: No specifics as of yet but there will probably be ghosts, PTSD, depression and grief, and also literally everyone in this cast is dead oops.

Comments

shall we move towards a wrap?

[bolstafir]

[Qrow doesn't know what he's thinking, no, but he understands what it is for that kind of desire to be complicated. For all he's been mourning Summer for well over a decade, he's also a little afraid of seeing her again and finding that she doesn't like the man who's broken and changed in so many different ways since she last knew him. It wouldn't be the same easy companionship that he'd had when he was a young man who believed Ozpin had recruited them to save the world, and it is too heavy and daunting to contemplate what manner of relationship would replace it. They would still be family, certainly -- Ruby and Yang's existence sealed that role in each other's lives forever -- but that doesn't necessarily mean it would be positive. Raven had been his family too, after all.

But just as Break doesn't confess all that is on his mind, neither does Qrow let the other man in on his own troubled thoughts. Instead, his mouth quirks into an impish grin, and he lets out an amused snort.]

Oh yeah, between the two of them? They'd have the Pthumerians apologizing for the squid thing and joining them for lunch in a month.

[He knows the force of nature Summer Rose was, okay, and if just Break's fond description was enough to put him in mind of her -- well, if they were here in the flesh, the whole town honestly better watch out before they were summarily Friendshipped At.]

done and done

[payingfordeliverance]

Wrangling the lot of them for Pthumerian teatime and giving them a terrible scolding about how rude it is to go around tossing imaginary corpses at people.

[Imagining that makes him feel a little better, honestly. Rainsworths are scary in an extremely specific way, and Break has been their beloved pet for years because he loves it.

Especially when people he doesn't like have to deal with it, naturally.

Before he can add much else they drift close enough to the Boardwalk that the smell of food hits him, though, and he perks up like a hound dog who has just sighted a duck.]

-- is that fried dough? [Oh, thank goodness. Break wants to eat greasy carbs with sugar on top.] Hey, hey, let me treat you, yeah? I don't want to leave off on that sort of conversation.

fin

[bolstafir]

[It does honestly sound really, really funny. But he too is relieved at the distraction that has conveniently presented itself at this point, because there is only so long Qrow Branwen can stand talking about feelings.]

I'm pretty sure it's actually a crime to turn down free food when someone offers.

[Said as though Qrow gives a single fuck about committing crimes. . . .it's fine. Probably.]

Let's go.