[Ennui]

I suppose it depends on what you want.  Your bed or coffin or whatever, clothes, hygiene products if you even need those.  The rest is to your taste I suppose.  Honestly I don't think you'd NEED a thing.  I've seen you change your clothes with a wave of the hand.  You wouldn't lack for a bed between the three of us, I doubt you'd ever need to sleep alone.  The only apprehension I have is telling the others your secret.  You get why they have to know right?  It doesn't need to be right away but it should be soon if you live with us.

[Mercy Merchant]

Glinda breaks into laughter.  "Coffin?  No, I do not need a coffin anymore.  Once upon a time there were restrictions like that, but I have grown beyond the need for a coffin to rest in.  Hygiene products, yes, but mostly for the benefit of those I am near.  For presentation sake, I do have some things to take over to put in a room, and a few keepsakes that I have picked up over the....................uh, years.............but they do not amount to much."

She moves about to gather a few things and soon there is a medium-sized pile of stuff on the couch, along with a box of mementos.  "I took the place furnished and still have a couple of months left on the lease.  I will keep the lease in case we need another place to go to for any reason.  And yes, I do see the need to tell Corbin and Shelly.  The knowledge will put a tremendous burden on them, just as it does you.  I, we, have found that this is a secret that many people find too hard to carry about for long.  The usual result is a need to relocate to another place.  I know that Sian likes it here and feels compelled to be here for some reason she is not fully sharing with me."

[Ennui]

I surprised you didn't I?  My friends are cut from the same cloth.  They may see things a little differently but not by that much.  I know my friends.  There will be some trepidation but they will see reason.  Then there will be a lot of curiosity and questions...I imagine they will want to meet Sian as well and show them what she is doing.  Her goals are very similar to our own after all, just different neighborhoods.  In fact we should probably do that first.

I turn to the gorgon-like spirit I summoned, Thank you for heeding my call.  We require your assistance.  These items here need to be delivered to my lodge, afterwards we need you to accompany us to a meeting for protection.

[Mercy Merchant]

"Yes.  I was surprised and that does not happen often anymore.  I think a meeting is indeed in order.  Perhaps you and me with Shelly and Corbin first, then I talk to Sian and then we all meet."

The spirit bows and picks everything up before vanishing.  Glinda looks at the space her stuff had been just moments before and shakes her head.  "Yes.  Well, I may never get truly used to that sort of magic.  I am more of a direct user and do not have never really used spirits.  I can see their value, though."

[Ennui]

I don't like using them for menial tasks.  I try to be respectful of them though some will treat them as slaves.  I don't see any reason not to be polite, I've never understood that particular vice to be honest.  Pride, it seems a silly thing.  I understand self respect and dignity, but gloating makes no sense.  Treating people, or spirits, poorly without cause, just doesn't make any sense to me.  Don't get me wrong, some people deserve ridicule and disdain, but that is based on their actions not on your default setting.

You should talk to Sian first.  Then we should show Shelly and Corbin Chinatown and explain what you are attempting to accomplish.  If Sian wishes to meet them at that point then she can.  Then we have that meeting and tell them.  We won't mention Sian without her approval though.

[Mercy Merchant]

Glinda nods.  "Sure.  That makes sense."  She looks about the sparse room, now a bit more sparse with the rem,oval of her things.  "Seems a bit cold here to me now that there is little of me left here.  Are we off to the meeting with our new maybe partners?"

[Ennui]

Sure, give the place a once over and make sure you have everything,

I link the Jessies, We're on at Pulse.  Use the side entrance and they will let you in without a hassle.

When you talk to Sian are you wanting to do that alone or should I accompany you?  We sort of have a lot to talk about and half of it is my idea.  Shall we visit her after?

[Mercy Merchant]

Glinda laughs.  "Sure, we can go see her after our meeting; it is not like she will be asleep or anything.  And I do think that it is important that you be there to explain what I am not familiar with."

[Ennui]

We head to Pulse.  Once there I inform the guards about my friends.  We take a seat and set up the tables white noise generators.  I will deal with those who approach me but I won't be pushing today.

[Mercy Merchant]

Pulse is jumping when you get there, but your table is reserved and waiting for you.  It is techno night and Glinda laughs and takes you out to the dance floor where you find that she has an excellent feel for the beat of the music and seems to prefer this type.  She moves with a sensuous grace mixed with an abandon that has some people near you reaching out to touch her, which seems to bother her not at all; instead, she just seems to let go a bit more as she writhes and moves to the music.  Her eyes are on yours as the hands of several strangers touch her face, sides, and breasts and you notice when they seem to change first to a light red color then a deep crimson from their normal hue.  She smiles at everyone, but when she turns it on you, you know that the others are just toys and that you are the one for her.  You know what she is but there is just something........................some almost animalistic draw to her that you find difficult to explain or ignore.  She moves in close to you and there is a hunger in her eyes and mouth that reaches out to you as she leans in and runs her tongue down your cheek and the side of your neck, easily competing to be the most sensual feeling you have ever had.  Her hand cups your breast and her thumb flicks across your already hardening nipple as her mouth seeks out yours and her kiss seems to stop time as your body goes into sexual overdrive.  She pulls back and looks deeply into your eyes and no else in the room exists for a few seconds.....minutes......hours......ever. For an instant, you are allowed to share what an immortal love might be like then the music breaks in before you can get more of it, leaving you completely breathless and a bit weak at the knees.  She places her forehead against yours and whispers one word that your ears cannot make out in the din, but your inner soul hears it.  "Isla"

[Ennui]

After dancing for a while I bring her back to the table.  What is that thing you do.  Is it magic or is it how you feed?  And why does it make me feel like it does?  Am I noticing the effects just from being around you or when you do it or am I getting in the way somehow?

[Mercy Merchant]

Glinda talks softly, yet you seem perfectly able to hear her in the noisy room.  "It was both.  I was using magic to feed.  I was taking a small bit from a number of people around us, but not from you.  What did it make you feel like?"

[Ennui]

I feel a pull, both alluring and scary.  Like it's bait for a trap, dangerously seductive, like nectar from a carnivorous plant.  I thought maybe it was part of the magic you used and I was just caught in the fringes of it.

[Mercy Merchant]

Glinda shakes her head and reaches for your hands, causing an almost electric shock to pass between the two of you.  Her eyes open a bit wider for an instant.  "No, I think there is something more to it than just being on the fringe of what I was doing.  I was not reaching out to you to take anything, but I felt that I was being drawn to you as a moth to flame.  Are you my doom, Isla?"

[Ennui]

Your doom?  Are you waxing poetic or is that something I should know about?  If I'm your doom it would only be because you desired it.  Tell me about the Isla you knew.  Do you think she could have been my great grandmother that my mother would talk about?