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action; post-black city dream @ the sly seadog

[atouts]

[ Well, Lambert had offered to buy him a drink and, after that shitshow of a mass dreaming, Childermass can't quite help but think that he might actually need one for once. That's why, against all possible belief -- for, surely, the witcher hadn't expected him to ever take the offer up -- he's walking into the Sly Seadog and taking a look around from the entryway. ]

[niespodzianka]

YOU GOING OR NOT

[ No one's told him he's not texting correctly yet. ]

voice.

[niespodzianka]

[ Alright now that he's been a dick on the watch network - ]

Burn the house down yet?

honey i'm home

[niespodzianka]

[ There's no announcement - the dignitaries had an official reception at the docks, probably, and the first wave of returned rogue agents have likely trickled in already, aided by Resistance members. But Geralt stayed longer, both to help Caster's gang of lunatics and sever a few extra heads.

Geralt dumps his boots, belts, swords in the gear rack that certainly exists in this house, too exhausted to notice any potential damage Lambert has wrought upon the place. Maybe there's a wall missing. Maybe there are hookers everywhere. It is a mystery. Geralt is bloody and reeks of gore and smoke and poison, and he is trudging upstairs.

choose your own adventure
a) Lambert is home, thread proceeds without narrative pause
b) Lambert is not home, greeted eventually by Geralt's shit on the main floor, and his bedroom door absently open, the man himself passed out in bed fully clothed ]