[----LOG TAKEN FROM MOLLIANNE'S PERSPECTIVE----]

Living Room - Crossroads' Home
This room seems less like a modern construction and instead is much more
like a cave. Pipes, fashioned to look like roots, cross back and forth over
the ceiling of this room, with small lamps resembling glowing plants curled
around them. The walls resemble roughly hewn stone. Several pieces of
furniture are scattered around the room somewhat nonchalantly, all tying in
with the room's 'theme'.

The bathroom door opens, and a comical whoosh of airy steam expunges out into the hallway, followed by the damp head of Mollianne. She blinks a couple of times, her hair considerably frazzled from the shower and lack of brushing that should've followed, before stepping out of the bathroom wrapped in a large (for her size) towel. She peeks into the living room from the doorframe, silently wondering if walking around in a towel was still considered 'inappropriate' by landwalkers' standards, Tyrranis being an exception to the case. Hell if she knew.

Crossroads pulls some thread through the fabric of the clothes, focusing so heavily on the task of getting this fishished that she didn't even realize that Mollianne was done with her shower right away. When she did notice however, she nodded, folded the clothes she was working on so they were drapped over one arm, "Lets move to my room just in case Tyrranis gets back before I finish." She said, smiling softly.

Mollianne glances behind her, down the hallway towards the entry door, and nods quietly at Crossroads, stepping fully into the living room. "Okay. That might be a good idea." Her steps are a bit light as she moves, perhaps realizing how much capacity her taloned feet have for tearing up floors.

Crossroads picks up her sissors, thread, and needles then proceeds to the door of her bedroom opening it up for Mollianne. "I have most of the shirt modified, but if you wouldn't mind putting them on I would like to make sure I have all the sizes right before I do anything more. I am usually good at guessing, but I don't want to make a mistake here."

"Sure. I can understand that." Mollianne accepted the invitation into Cross's room, holding the towels tightly against her small frame. It really was a bit too big for her, but since she wasn't inferenced on which one to take, she just grabbed one at random. She glances over her shoulder as she heads into the room. "Thank you, by the way. For this."

"It isn't a problem Molly." Crossroads handed the siren the clothes she was working on before going over to a small desk and digging around in one of the drawers withdrawing a few pins and buttons. "If I had known you were going to remain here I would have invited you to stay sooner."

Mollianne opts not to say anything on the latter of those comments, and accepts the clothes she's given. No sooner does she have them and Cross goes to rummage around in a desk than she drops the towel on the floor, turning a little bed and setting the shirt down on one end of the bed. She shimmies into the skirt first, wiggling a bit as she wraps it around her waist, stretching the waistband for testing purposes and looking at herself, blinking once. That was the easy part, she mused to herself.

Mollianne turns back around, looking at the shirt for a moment as though it were a strange sort of toy that she'd just received and didn't know what do with. She picks it up anyway, holding it out in front of her and looking it up and down. "Did you make this while I was bathing, Cross..?"

Crossroads turned around, "Yeah. That is the main thing I was concerned about. The dress itself shouldn't be too far off, especially with the elastic waist, but the shirt it a little bit more trickly." She raises an eyebrow at Mollianne, noticing her confusion with it, "Do you need help getting it on? I know it doesn't quite look wearable at the moment but it will be. I promise."

"No, no, it is not that.." Mollianne nods. "You know, clothes are just... weird." She offers a goofy little grin, before pulling it on in the way of a normal shirt, noting the emptiness felt in the back. When she thinks she has it on, a few flaps are felt dangling along her waist, and she fumbles for them, unable to determine what they are. "Uh oh, did I miss a part?"

"Nope!" Crossroads puts a pin into her mouth and quickly steps behing you, kneeling down and taking hold of the flaps of fabrick. She pulled them around the girls back, all the while careful to avoid your wings, "This is the part I needed to check. I am going to put buttons back here."

"Oh! Okay then." Mollianne's wings raise instinctively, folding out on either side of her shoulders to allow Crossroads the room needed to work. She glanced at one side of them as they folded forward, frowning softly. She'd have to preen them later; only so much a bath could do for feathers.

You say 'Let me know if you need me to move at all.'

Crossroads starts placing pins and making small folds here and there, all the while trying not to be careful not to stab Mollianne with them. "It isn't the best of jobs like I said, but it will probably hold for a while and be considered passable. Is that too tight? I can make this a little looser if you want." She asked looking up at her with her head tilted slightly.

Mollianne shakes her head, not really knowing what 'too tight' is considered. It wasn't overly uncomfortable, she figured, so she went with it. "No, this is fine. I trust you to know what you are doing back there. It feels fine to me." She allows herself a quick glance around the room while she's standing there, though her eyes don't travel far before she suddenly remembers that she left her Soul Gem on the bathroom sink. Whoops.

Crossroads finishes up upon hearing that it wasn't too tight, placing the last couple pins she needed in. "Alright. Carefully take this off and I'll finish it up for you. There are pins stuck in it, so don't let anything stab you."

Mollianne glances down on either side of herself for a moment, before reaching up and looping the neckhole around and off, then pulling the rest of it slowly and carefully over her head, holding it lightly in her hands and looking down for a moment at Cross's work. She didn't know much about clothes, but then... and a thought struck her, all of a sudden. "Crossroads, has Lora come back since... then?"

Crossroads takes the shirt from Mollianne and sits on the bed. She doesn't answer at first, instead opting to thread a needle and start work immedialy. A few stiches in she finally answers quietly, "No, I haven't. I wouldn't know where to look for her either but I am pretty worried. Hopefully where ever she is she is is with company. It is hard facing things like death alone." Crossroads pauses and slowly looks up at the siren, brows knit in worry. "Mollianne, do...do you hate me or Lorastine for what happened that night?"'

Mollianne looks at Cross for a long moment. She couldn't imagine why she would, but then, it was likely that blame was being felt everywhere. She herself couldn't help but wonder what might've happened if she'd gotten there a little sooner. If she'd known. She offered a small smile, shaking her head loosely. "Of course not. It is... a bad thing that happened. But, you could have ignored it. Could have left him to... whatever was going on."

You say 'I will be the first one to say that I wish Kyrk did not have to go... but, if you try and see it the way he could have seen it... maybe it could have been a lot worse. Maybe... I do not know for sure. But no... do not worry. Hating people because they tried and failed is a 'step in the wrong direction', as someone once told me.'

You say 'If you think about it that way, I failed, too. Do you hate me for it? For impeding on your business? Maybe even for hiding what I was, this whole time? It works both ways.'

Crossroads looked down at her work and started sewing again shaking her head. "It was thanks to you that we even realized there was a witch, and thanks to you we found a path to reach her. If anything, you helped us that night." She sniffed a little, pressing her lips together tightly for a moment in order to try to prevent herself from crying again. "I have something for all of you. A silly thing I guess but... when we visit his grave I would like to set it up."

One of the siren's wings twitch at the mention of Kyrk's grave. That was something Mollianne had planned to ask, too, but the premise kept driving her back. She'd seen her share of death and destruction growing up, starting with the slaughter of her mother right in front of her at age nine, but the sobering notion of visiting someone after they were gone always chilled her to the core for some reason. She looked down for a moment. "You do not owe us anything, Cross. You know, Kyrk would say you were wasting your time. 'Let the dead be dead and get on with it', or something." Mollianne does her best Kyrk impression, dropping her voical tone low despite her hung head, and the action forces a small smile out of her. "But if you feel like you want to... then I guess that would be okay."

Crossroads head sank a little at your words though she kept working. Her voice though seems to waver a bit though, "Right, like I said it was probably a silly. Forget I said anything" She reached the end of her thread, looped the remainer around the needle a few times and pilled it though, tying a knot. She tried to change the subject. "I guess should probably get to work on my dress for the masquarade soon. I haven't quite felt up to working on it though after all thats happened."

Mollianne looks up, frowning somewhat. Her attempts at postmortem humor had apparently failed, so there was only one other choice of action. She reaches out and hugs Cross around the neck, disregarding her state of dress (or lack thereof) or Cross's sewing schedule at the moment. "I know it hurts, Cross. I am sorry, I really am. When you are ready to go see him, let me know. If he could feel anything, he would be happy to know that he had people like us who cared about him, beyond comraderie. Thanks, Cross." Mollianne squeezed lightly. "I mean it."

Crossroads is taken by surprise when Mollianne suddenly embraces her, and she slowly drops the needle and fabric into her lap and does the same. Her throat tightens at Molliannes words and she had to fight to keep from letting the tears fall. She really didn't know what to say to that, so instead she just said nothing.

"It is okay. He was a good person... if you respected him at all, you know that we have to be strong now that he is gone. Kyrk never cared much for wimps." Despite Mollianne's words, her own eyes are shimmering with the threat of tears. "He knew... he knew this would happen someday. You know, contract or no, bad things happen to good people everywhere. It will be okay, Cross. Tyrranis will take care of you, too. Just remember that you do not have to fight alone. Okay?"

Mollianne lets Crossroads go after several moments, rubbing her nose. "We all need to be strong now. We are in danger if we don't, because of our Gems. The last thing we want to happen is to all follow Kyrk needlessly. We have a lot more to do here. All of us." The siren looks down at her half-dressed state for a moment, then back at the door. "Tomorrow morning, I will go back to Viorar... and let the Twins know. But I think..."

Mollianne pauses for a moment, turning back to Crossroads. "Even if it means finding an Inn Room for awhile, I will come back here for awhile afterward. I am worried about Lora, and it would... hurt too much, to go back home. Not yet." She gives a small sigh. "On a smaller note, Lora might be in danger of losing her job again, if she is gone too much longer. Maybe I should see if I can find out where she works and be a temp."

You say 'Make something up about her needing to leave on an emergency or something, and just fill in for her until we find out where she went.'

"I understand." Crossroads said softly, "If you would rather stay here than the inn our door is always open and while we don't have much in the way of places to sleep, I am sure I can convince Tyr to give up his couch." She smiled lightly, turning back to her sewing. "And I wouldn't worry about her losing her job. We'll be short handed at the Cafe but I am not going to fire her for wanting to take a little time to herself after this."

Mollianne blinks, tilting her head. "Wait. She works for you? Well, that certainly eases things up a little bit." Molly looks considerably relieved, despite still not knowing where Lora wound up at. "In that case, if I am going to be here for a while, maybe I could stand in for her? You should not have to work that much harder, too. This hurts all of us, and it is not fair for you to work even harder as a result. I am a fast learner, too." Mollianne resolved herself to the fact that whatever this might entail probably included wearing more clothes, unfortunately. But, the things you do for your friends...

You say 'Maybe even use it as an excuse to say I was earning my keep.'

"Yes. We decided that it wouldn't be possible to keep a job as contracted if we weren't running the buisness ourselves, so we used the money left over that you guys donated to open up a Cafe. I take care of all the management and wait on tables, and Lorastine cooks." Crossroads explain, feeling a little relieved at your offer to stand in for her. "Actually I would appriciate If you could stand in. My skills in the kitchen are rather lacking to say the least. I was half afraid with her gone I would end up driving the place into the ground with my cooking." '

Mollianne allows herself a short giggle, but doesn't go anywhere with it. "Then I guess it works for both of us. I learned how to cook a few years ago, and I did pretty much all of it at home, too. I will do my best, so that you guys can take it a little easier." She smiles openly, reassuringly. The smile of someone who knew things would turn out better, if given enough time for the wounds to heal over.

"Tyr has taught me a little, and so has Agetha. But I am afraid one or two dishes is not going to cut it in this situation." Crossroads looked down at the shirt, folding it over. "I tried making one of the two things I know how to make for Kyrk while he was here. Either he has a great poker face or I didn't do as badly as I thought I did." She pulled another long piece of thread from her spool so she could work on the other side of the shirt. "I am going to bet poker face. Consider yourself temporarily hired then, Mollianne. I'll have this shirt finished for you shortly."'

Mollianne nods. "Okay. Thank you again for your help. I just hope Lora is okay... I will try and be on the lookout for her on my way back to Viorar tomorrow. If I see her, you will be the first ones to know. Aside from Lora herself, of course."

You say 'I will try not to let you guys down.'