[PQ] this is the house that Jack built

“Fuck that Manor,” she says spitefully. The building leaves a bad taste in her mouth, even though she’s spent many a pleasant time in it. The rumors that Zariah can hear and see all that is going on within its walls are only part of the reason she’s looking to build something new. It’s necessary. But she still hates the idea of living like a civilized person, where everyone and their mother can find her. Such are the chains of responsibility. “I think I have to,” she admits to Rex, with a face that states her true feelings on the matter. Luckily, Evie comes along shortly and Wessex finds herself wondering where the red-haired woman has been all this time. She’d been in league with Maea, and then the two had kinda just… vanished. All for the better, the now-Queen supposes, otherwise neither of them would be here, staring up at the prospective future… Court… house… Hall? “Yeah, thanks,” she says in response to the other woman’s offer. And then a look at the rising sun tells her she’d better get a move on. Going to the doors, she turns the handle of the rusted lock and makes a mental note to get those fixed. Bidding the other two women follow, Wessex finds herelf on the first floor in a small hall, with one room on each side, a kitchen beyond the entrance hall, and a lovely wooden staircase heading up to the second floor. Whatever was left by the previous owner has either molded and rotted away, in the case of cloth, or been busted by various rambuctious youths over the past two hundred years. “Let’s just do a preliminary cleaning. Anything bit and unusable outside. Make note of any big repairs that might be needed. We can each take a floor - I’ll get the cellar.” And with that, she strolls to what was once the kitchen and opens a door leading to a very dark bottom level, trusting that the other two are capable enough to start on their own. -------------------- No posting order! WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here