“I don’t think you will be disappointed. And if they bed doesn’t help, the sundries shop carries a number of minor analgesics.”
Call it confidence or arrogance; the truth is that while Valdis might be the angel of death, she is far from being the most frightening thing on the ship. Besides, they’re going to be sharing a room; if she wants to murder him, she is going to have plenty more opportunities for doing so.
During October’s ghost invasion, Palamedes had painted a ward on the door to Cabin 105 to keep out the angry revenants, but it had been cleaned away at the beginning of the month. He lightly touches the doorframe as he reaches the door, considering the possibility of a more permanent solution. The ghosts might be gone for now, but Pal isn’t letting his guard down.
Inside, the cabin is cleanly divided between controlled chaos on one side and perfect cleanliness on the other. Pal has been without a roommate for a few weeks now, but he has continued to politely keep his messes to himself. His bed is made, but the pile of books on his side table is decidedly unruly; more dramatic still is the murderboard-style collection of post-it notes covering almost every inch of the wall above his bed, charting out every discovery, dead-end, and strange happening aboard the Serena Eterna since he arrived.
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Call it confidence or arrogance; the truth is that while Valdis might be the angel of death, she is far from being the most frightening thing on the ship. Besides, they’re going to be sharing a room; if she wants to murder him, she is going to have plenty more opportunities for doing so.
During October’s ghost invasion, Palamedes had painted a ward on the door to Cabin 105 to keep out the angry revenants, but it had been cleaned away at the beginning of the month. He lightly touches the doorframe as he reaches the door, considering the possibility of a more permanent solution. The ghosts might be gone for now, but Pal isn’t letting his guard down.
Inside, the cabin is cleanly divided between controlled chaos on one side and perfect cleanliness on the other. Pal has been without a roommate for a few weeks now, but he has continued to politely keep his messes to himself. His bed is made, but the pile of books on his side table is decidedly unruly; more dramatic still is the murderboard-style collection of post-it notes covering almost every inch of the wall above his bed, charting out every discovery, dead-end, and strange happening aboard the Serena Eterna since he arrived.
“Here we are. Home sweet home.”