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Characters: Signless, Disciple, Psiioniic, Sollux, Feferi, and Aranea? SORRY IF I MISSED SOMEONE
Location: The Ancestor Den
Rating: PG? Maybe a bit of language.
Time: April 25th-30th? IDK However long people want to stay, just use this a catch all log xD;
Description: With the arrival of a certain catfish, there are a lot of discussions to be had.

[It was strange that it had never occurred to her that any of their "enemies" might appear here in Death City. BREW certainly worked in mysterious ways if it thought someone like the Condesce would easily lend her hand to the war effort. She supposed she should at least be grateful that it had stripped her of so many of the things that would make her a dangerous foe, but considering what the Empress' mere presence could do to some of those she held dear to her, Di wasn't feeling especially thankful.

Given that their home was away from any of the free shelters where most newcomers resided it seemed the obvious choice to open up their doors to all those trolls who would be in immediate danger of the Condesce. She scrambled around making preparations for the large host of people they would be getting--thankfully she still had all the furs she had on her person upon her first arrival and they would serve as good temporary beds until they managed to get something better.

The couch had been covered in blankets and pillows, all the furs laid out before it to make a secondary bed. Drinks were pulled out in preparation and when the first knock came she quickly marched over, peeking through the glass in the center of the door before opening it up.]

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[She had forgotten too. With only small traces of memories cropping here and there. Thoughts and ideas of people and places she knew she should have known yet didn't. There was comfort in Disciple's place, yet always a little pain of guilt from just not remembering.]

I've had a long time to look at everybody. You may not recall, but I was dead for a very, very long time.

[That was right. It was sad again, to hear how much they had had to sacrifice at such a young age, but now wasn't the time for such thoughts]

Apologies, it had slipped my mind. [She starts heating up some water on the stove and pulls out a packet of tea leaves]

Would you like any cream, sugar or honey?

I'll leave it to your discretion. For one thing I am your guest, and for two because assume it is your favorite you would be the expert on it's preparation.

[She paused, letting that sink in.]

And three because I am lazy and don't want to decide at this moment.

[That got a laugh out of her.]

Then be prepared to have the most delicious tea you've ever tasted.

[Meulin liked her tea fairly sweet, but she decided to go for something a bit lighter just in case Aranea didn't like sweet things much. Once down she got a cute pink saucer to accompany the tea with some biscuits and brought it out to Aranea.]

Hope you enjoy.

[Aranea would eat chalk and like it if it was made from a friend... and she was reasonably assured that Di's cooking could not be worse than Cronus'.]

I'm looking forward to it already.

[She took a sip and while definitely a bit on the sweet side, she could tell it was made with a lot of love and care.]

It tastes great.

[It gladdened Di to hear and she beamed at Aranea.]

If you ever want anything else, feel free to help yourself. Our home is your home.

[And now to get to the matter at hand.]

What was it that you meant by there being greater else at stake?

Thank you, I'm gladdened for your hospitality. [And she meant it. Her memories were still hazy, but she recalled only a few circumstances of her being the one cared for as opposed to the one caring.]

I'll be more than happy to tell you about this, but now is not the time. Once everybody has gathered and had a chance to settle I'll tell you more about her Condescension. It's a story that everybody needs to hear.

[She nods in understanding]

Then tell me about yourself. How you have been, what you have been up to. It has been a while since we last talked.

Things have been. [Hectic? Anxiety-provoking? Disturbing? Each of those things could have equally sufficed, especially after the psychopathic killer had vowed she would fall by his hand.]

Interesting.

I've had a lot to think about over the past two months or so I have been here.

Anything you'd like a listening ear for?

[Aranea smiled softly.]

Yes. But not now. You have a boy friend, a close friend, and two Peixes teens to worry about right now. My concerns aren't as immeidate.