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I'm looking for a Samael post here. If Elanorin wants to have him sit, then I think we can wrap up the scene. If she wants the confrontation now, I'm also game for that and will adjust my night plans accordingly either way.
Not planning to go for the shut down there, Amish? Just Timmy's silent (and currently entirely unnoticed) disapproval?
CREEP
WHIPPED
TRUANT
Annalee is having some weird feelings right now. She did her thing and the hypnotism is wearing off. But she's still got a lot of complex feelings. Okay she got Timmy here. Samael manipulated her. Samael hurt her earlier. She flinches when the finger touches her jawline. Just for an instant, she can't help it, okay?! But then his touch is soft, and delicate. He gave her his shirt, too. That's very kind of him. It felt warm, protecting her from the chilly air of the library, cool to preserve all those dusty old books. That was nice, wasn't it? Maybe he'd just reacted badly before, maybe...
Her head swam and she leaned into him. "A werewolf flung me out of a school tower and I had to leave my shirt with the sphinx at the entrance to get everyone here. And Elly-belly very nearly dragged Timmy right past the library to the Angel's room instead, which is why I had to practically tackle them in here."
SECOND PLACE
WEREWOLF MAGNET
DARKEST SELF
“I didn’t want to meet them until we were going steady, silly!!” He’s only saying this because he’s cursed. You can’t give a hex like that an inch! “But I guess... once we get you uncursed, we can go have dinner together!”
She leans in, gives him an air kiss next to his cheek— mwah!— and then drags him over to the door before his brain starts working again.
Knock! Knock! And then, once opened, gosh, wouldn’t you know, we’re in... the Sphinx’s lair??
“Drop that oversized kitten and break your curse on poor, innocent Timothy right now, Annalee, or else! He’s nobody’s house husband, you hussy!”
You’d better do it. There is mad power dancing in Elly-belly’s eyes, Annalee. She is at her most unpredictable and impulsive right now, and standing in front of her might as well be standing in front of a train.
This is complicated by the fact that you have not, in fact, hexed Timmy.
CREEP
WHIPPED
TRUANT
Annalee is in the middle of trying to open her backpack and inch out one of her spellbooks without being crushed by the sphinx, toppling over, or properly being able to move her arms and legs. It sort of looks like she's being slowly buried in a hot topic store that's oddly sphinx shaped. You might expect her to be awkward in this situation, but in some ways, your arrival is a blessed jolt of normalcy. And she looks positively, perhaps even unnaturally delighted to see that you brought Timothy Crompton with you. Well done, Elly-belly, we knew you were useful for something after all.
"What, the mouth hex? That was at Samael's request, but he didn't ask me to keep it." She waves a hand (as much as it can wave) and Timothy, any lingering oddity with your mouth is completely and utterly gone. "There, it was nothing, I'm glad that you enjoy my work. But now, now it's is excellent that you're here!" Her eyes light up. "I was just working on passing through the entrance, which I've never done before. And while I'm magically fused to this sphinx, I'm sure you can both assist. You see, Timmy, we really must go to the library at once. It's very urgent and I'm confident that whatever you both need, we can take care of it there!" Annalee looks at Timothy knowingly, and he might remember the last time she got him "whatever he needed."
[Spending a string on Timothy to tempt him to go with her (and Elodie if he wants) to Samael's library room. He gets an experience if he does it.]
Hey Amish, this delay's getting pretty dramatic. What's up?
SECOND PLACE
WEREWOLF MAGNET
“I mean, if you think about it, we kiiiiiind of are?” Elodie is amazing under pressure. “You did ask me out on a tea date, after all.” Ignore the fact it was school mandated! “And there was the promise of K-I-S-S later, and besides, what else was I going to say? Oh, gosh, Dad, you’re right, I am dating this stinky, sweaty werewolf I’m currently pinned under, we absolutely were doing the badonkadonk, you can expect a fresh litter of puppies in June? You know how Dads are.”
She mimes shooting herself in the head. Don’t think about how often she’s seen the aftermath. Don’t think about that at all.
“I had to get him off the scent, and fast, and besides, we were on such a nice date already, and once we get that spell off you, we can keep going, maybe even make it official?”
She bats her eyes, trying very hard not to think about sweaty werewolves pinning her to a wall and making her sing like a dove.
“Because I’d be lots better for you than Annalee. She’s probably interested in having a hypnotized house husband to do her evil bidding, and that would be such a waste!”
Then she hops up and grabs his hands, pressing them up against her collarbone. “Come on, Timmy! Let’s stop wasting time!” It’s unclear whether she’s talking about wedding bells or having kids, with the manic gleam in her eye, and the thought of Lord Sleepshy or the Angel busting in on Unallowed Activities probably looms large in one’s imagination.
[That’s a 6 on Turning Timmy On.]