Badfic Manor

[Tris has gotten caught by the mistletoe, much though she's been trying to avoid it. She's staring at it with a deep and abiding hatred. She was hungry, and trying to get to the kitchen, and.... This happened.

She's starting to hate this place more.]

[The blackberry shows Tris hanging out on top of something tall- not exactly death-defying heights by any means, but she is up somewhere a bit high. She's got her glasses off, and it's fairly clear that she isn't paying the blackberry any attention. Equally, she's not bothered by the fact that the wind around her is unusually strong.

However, what is equally obvious is that Chime is bored. She looks down at the blackberry and makes a loud scraping noise at it before mashing a few keys.]

((Come one come all to poke the weather-witch! ...Especially if you're sensitive to power, she's kind of making it a point to 'explore' the city.))

[You remember how Tris had amazing Cursed Pineapple that made everything amazing and wonderful? There's a downside to that, probably one the Author didn't intend or even think of. You see, the weather's going weird! It's raining indoors, hailing a bit in others, and the weather outside is shifting horribly.]


[There's a post on the network, not video as Tris is normally wont to do, but text.]

I would appreciate it if someone who can cast magical barriers would come and talk to me. I'm in my room.


-Trisana Chandler.

[For whoever gets there? She looks kind of like hell, and kind of like she's been crying recently and trying to hide it. She certainly doesn't look stable, and seems to be at the center of these odd weather effects. Chime is likely outside or trying to find someone to hide with.]

[The video feed shows Tris in what is most assuredly fancier, more expensive clothing than the last time she was here. It still shows the signs of Sandry’s hands, but Tris herself also looks older, her eyes and expression harder.] So, I’m in this place again. [Her voice has a slight growl to it.] At least this time I have Chime.

[As if her name were a cue, the glass-looking thing on her neck and shoulders uncurls. It's a dragon, made completely of glass, and about the size of a housecat. She crawls closer to the blackberry, until Tris shakes her head.] Chime, you can't eat this.



Ah- Saguru? I’d like a word with you in private, if I could.

I suppose I really should have been expecting this from that-- petty sadist. [It's clear Tris really means something slightly more vulgar.]

As a fair warning, the volcano on this island appears to be restless. I'm going to try to do what I can about it.