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An old, brick edifice stands in front of the burnt-down ruins of a home in the hillside. Mountains rear up in all directions, covered in lush, green vegetation. Nobody comes this way anymore, but you have the sense that anything placed in the mailbox attached to this old structure will be found by someone, the only living person for whom this place still has any meaning.

OOC: Feel free to comment here if your character wishes to get in touch with Samantha Grey directly. Let us keep any such material to PG-13 or less. If you're interested in something that should be matured tagged, contact me via PM and we can discuss it.

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From:

samantha_grey

I do believe that's a challenge. I'm going to have to pick you out a nice one. Needs to be deep amethyst, not these clear indigo things with too much white in them.

[She chuckled softly and sighed, reaching up to rub her forehead.]

We really don't have any clue what the hell we're doing, do we? Fuck it... might as well plow forward. I just...

Don't ever regret something you've done with me, Eridan.

From:

fishdouche

[Eridan thought they were almost back to normal--posturing and prodding at each other's weaknesses. But... He sighs, giving a firm nod.]

Never, Sam. I've never regretted a fuckin' thing. An' I don't intend to.

An' havvin' a clue's wway ovverrated.

From:

samantha_grey

It is a little. Some of the surprise... has been interesting. Nerve-wracking, confusing, but good.

In the meantime, though, the ball's in your damned court for next round. I'm the one that duped you, remember? And for god's sake, this time if you're so big on no clues, don't telegraph it so much.

[Yeah, she was ready for posturing. Posturing felt less like something was horribly horribly wrong.]

From:

fishdouche

[Eridan grins wickedly, glad to be back on sure footing now.]

Wwe'll see, Sam. Wwe'll just see. I'll givve you a hint though, I hope you like bein' on your knees.

Because I havve half a mind to remind you just wwhere your place is exactly. At my fuckin' feet.

[It's a big bluff, but said in an almost joking tone.]

From:

samantha_grey

You might make me shiver... if I actually believed you could pull it off. Guess you'll just have to prove me wrong, won't you?

[She chuckled and leaned back, a little glad to be back to normal, even if she wasn't sure they were entirely addressing things. Still, it was a start.]

From:

fishdouche

Oh don't wworry, I intend to do a lot a' things. Provvin' you wwrong wwill just be the icin' on the cake.

[With a smirk, he waggles his fingers in a wave.]

Until later, my harpy. Try not to get in any more fuckin' trouble.