Chapter Eight- Like Good Wine

[thetrudger]

Filtered to Ashura
How long has it been, my friend? Would you care for a cup of tea?

Filtered to Felix
Last time we spoke, you seemed… annoyed. How is this Peace Patrol you were so worried about?

Filtered to Cole
We haven’t spoken in a while. How are you?

Filtered to Dairine
How have you been, my dear? It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

[And now, for shits and giggles...]

Filtered to Bucky
Oi! Where’ve you been at? You’re not still a woman, are you?

[And now that he’s taken care of all of that journal action, he’ll be addressing the castle as a whole.]
You know, I have more friends here than I ever did back home. What, are you all just as big of bastards as I am or something?

[And Chaucer will be spending the rest of his day sitting out on the lawn, soaking up the sun.]


[ Added in, later in the afternoon:] Where the hell is everyone?!

[ooc: ...He is the most mature. He is also the most observant. Open over the journals or in person!]

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[chippedcup]

No, he loved me. That wasn't reason at all. No, he just loved power more.

[thetrudger]

[A pause.] I'm sorry.

[chippedcup]

[She waves it off.] It's all right. I suppose...it wasn't meant to work out anyway. [True love only works in stories.]

[thetrudger]

You mustn't think that way, my lady! Do not lose hope.

[chippedcup]

Geoffrey, I know better now. Love may be the most powerful thing in the world... but you have to cherish it, because one day it will be gone.

[thetrudger]

[He's silent for a moment because, despite being a romantic, he knows he'll probably have an arranged marriage.]

I wish I could argue with you, my lady.

[chippedcup]

[She smiles, but it's sad.] It's just a fact of life sometimes.