THE JARS THAT BLEED BEFORE THEY BREAK.

[glassjar]

Congrats! You've somehow stumbled upon the pocket dimension where five people with questionable morals (some more questionable than others) live and operate. Are you here on business? Do you have an appointment? Or are you here to see a friend? (Come on, don't make us laugh.)

Maybe you're here on accident due to some multiversal, magical, or otherwise supernatural nonsense? It's happened before, it was bound to happen again.

You can wander towards the house, see if anyone's home. Or you can explore the lush grounds, and maybe run across the wolfman groundskeeper who might try to usher you out towards the nearest portal, anyway. The world is your oyster, just try to be a good guest.

Comments

[gembonds]

Hm. Oren makes his own decisions.

[But they always do end up revolving around her and Iona by extension. He's getting better at learning to expand his horizons more, to find room in his soul for others but...]

If he sees the need, he will contact you first. My role will be rather distant but who knows? Things change.

Oh, before you pay Emil and go on our way, I'll throw in a free piece. For all the trouble, of course.

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[glassjar]

[He feels her role won't always be so distant. But he supposes that's just splitting hairs; they'll see. They have all the time in the world. A new connection is a new connection, and that's the important part.]

Oh? That's generous of you. I did have my eye on the-

[ghostpranks]

No, wait. Hold on. There's still one sticking point, here.

[He shifts his weight, gesturing at her while he speaks.]

You said take action with things you think are "too disruptive". Can we expect you sticking your nose into our work, totally unrelated to you, in the future? Because that's gonna be an issue when it comes down to it, future contracts or not.

[gembonds]

[Berna takes a sake pot from one of the shelves, a dark speckled green piece, turning it over in her hands as she replies to Jacob.]

A good question to ask. And the answer is, no. I think that the last overlap was by chance. Whatever else you do, is none of my business.

[Berna is a lot more hands-off than say, Amelia. Her friend, for all her prim and proper appearances sure does barrel in and cause explosions.

Turning back to Morgan, she holds out the sake pot.]

Here you go. For this one, as long as it's alcohol, any drink you pour into it, will not oxidize and you'll find one portion can serve any number of people for several hours at a time. Very useful, but use it for big parties where everyone's too drunk to realize there is near-neverending liquor, especially if you have the mundane among you.

[glassjar]

[It's hard for Jake to look mollified, but he has no reply to her answer, so it must count for something.

The other brother steps forward--closing the space between them for the first time since this interaction--and takes the sake pot. He looks impressed by both the dark hue of green and its unusual, extra function.]

What a novelty. I'll be sure to test it between the five of us back home first and foremost.

[gembonds]

Please do. I can't control what happens to my art once I send them off, but I would be content knowing they were all being used as intended.

[Emil holds out his hands to Morgan, with the intent of also packing that safely for him. Berna has one last thing to add.]

Tell Thomas I said, hello. Even if he doesn't remember much of our conversation, I sincerely had a good time talking with him.

[As she says this her smile while less brilliant, is striking in its softness.]

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[glassjar]

[Morgan offers the item carefully to Emil, then stuffs his hands in his pockets while he waits for everything to be carefully packaged up. He tilts his head in Jacob's direction, suggesting that his brother offer up payment.]

I'll be sure to. Even if he's forgotten, I'm sure mentioning your name will jog his memory.

[ghostpranks]

[Jake's turn to step forward, thrusting a hand into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. Takes out 300 in cash, ready to pay once Emil's done.

Meanwhile, his brow raises at Berna.]

You two had a good time, huh? Must've really hit it off.

[He can't decide if this is a good thing or a bad thing.]