riverviewlogs | Time to make a new life

The house is clean and tidy, the sitting room the first room you enter in the house. There's a soft couch set up, a blanket thrown over the back of it, with a television in front of it and a small radio sitting on the table to the side. There's a fireplace off to the side, clearly seeing regular use but carefully kept.

In the back of the room is a black upright piano. The keys are covered when not in use but there's sheet music sitting on it and the bench is still moved from its last use.

Next to the living room is the kitchen. It has all the usual appliances, a small table with four seats, what looks like a hallway splitting off from it but the door is shut. Nothing interesting there. No, really. One cabinet in the kitchen will be filled with an almost obnoxious variety of teas.

Feel free to all on one of the residents and visit.

As much as he trusted Beverly, he preferred it not just be him that was comfortable with this and trusting. There was also the matter of getting approval not just from his guardians but his doctor, as well. So he sent Beverly a quick message:

Could you visit? I have a medical question for you. I'm sure Undertaker and my father would like to be included as well.

C. Phantomhive.

If she agreed, she'd find the teen at the house without his eyepatch for once.

His eye hurt. Or, where his eye used to be. He couldn't remember it even hurting so badly when Sebastian had placed the contract seal on it, even if the memory of sticky blood pouring down from his eye had stuck around. There had been pain but, he supposed, the memory of pain lingered.

With pain though came a bit of moodiness and exhaustion. Much as he tried to rein the moodiness in though, it slipped out from time to time. He really hated being stuck in bed. He hadn't even stayed in bed, willingly, back in England when he'd gotten sick at the circus. With his father and Undertaker and Beverly handling his health though, there wasn't much of a choice.

(Two options here! You can visit him in the hospital or at home once he's released.)

The store is as alike as Ciel could have it to his store in Victorian England. Candy of all shapes, sizes and styles line the walls, little aisle carry gummies and other sweets. There's a glass case near the registers, not old like Ciel was accustomed to when he arrived, but very-much Riverview style. In the glass cases, carefully refrigerated, are chocolates and chocolate covered treats from white chocolate to dark.

Along the wall behind the registers are a display of the Bitter Rabbits they sell and they can be found around the store, as well as all their other toys. And, to the best of the founders abilities, they are all decently priced while still being soft and huggable.

(Products)

Left in the hands of his partner, the cafe is warm and welcoming with a variety of teas, their specialty, and coffees and treats to go with them. There are comfortable seats and tables set around the building with large windows to let in the natural light. Guests are encouraged to sit and enjoy their purchases. There's no rush to get out the door unless you want to.

(Sample of their wares)

There's no way she wouldn't agree and after everything that happened last month, she can't help but be worried, even if she logically knows the illness is gone and the culprit in custody.

Knocking on the front door, she waits with some trepidation outside.

Laura has no clue about what's going on - or what went on - under that eye patch, but she did know that he had been going into surgery over it. He's in good hands, she's sure, but she can't help but hover anyway; she doesn't trust a person in scrubs, in doctor uniform, so she can't just leave it all in their hands...

At any rate, when he wakes up, she'll be in the room. Probably in a chair, arms folded and eyes glued to anyone who may come in to check on him.

Really? He hadn't been expecting to wake up to anyone in the room besides his father or Undertaker. Maybe Doctor Crusher. Laura though? He admittedly hadn't expected her, having seen her memories. He'd had mild panic attacks at just seeing his butler killing Bizarre Dolls, so alike when he'd killed the cultists. This couldn't be even a little comfortable for the girl.

He shifted a little on his bed, almost reaching to rub at his bandaged eyes and just barely stopping. It wasn't hurting for the moment and he had no desire to start that yet.

"Laura..?" His voice was still a little groggy but he was awake enough at least.

There's almost a yawn from him. No, wait, there is a yawn. It's far too early in the morning for this, even for him, as he trods to the kitchen and paws around in the cabinet for a tea. Any tea. He doesn't care. He needs something warm and tea like in his mouth in the next twenty minutes.

It's his day off and the sun isn't even up yet, and here he is, awake before it ever rises. What is this sorcery?

He might find tea left out on the counter actually. And a kettle of now cold water. In the sitting room, Ciel sat passed out on the couch with an open book, some kind of mystery, in his lap and an empty cup set aside. Hearing Undertaker awake and in the kitchen does rouse him though.

"Nn- 'Taker?"

She sits a little straighter in her seat, the feeling a little familiar thanks to her father; be it in a clinic or on a bed in Eden, he always seemed to be waking up painfully from poor health. This is at least a bit more of a relief; Ciel isn't dying from his own body poisoning him. Or at least, Laura's mostly sure that's not what is going on here.

"Hello," she says quietly, just in case his senses are a bit too overloaded by the whiteness of the ceiling, or anything like that. "You don't have to stay awake if you don't want to; I can keep watch."

There's where the boy ended up. One of them anyway. He takes the kettle and sets it back on the stove to heat up and make them something to help them wake up a bit more. "I'm upright, milord." Upright, but maybe not quite entirely awake. That part of his morning is still in the works, but he finds his way into the living room and takes the book from Ciel's lap to set aside and puts a blanket over his lap.

"It's early. Rest a while longer if you want."

He quietly made his way to the door and gave her a smile, one blue eye and one a dull, glowing, purple directed up at her. It wasn't surprising that she'd come so quickly, not with recent incidents and her knowledge of his health.

"Thank you for coming."

Luckily, he'd been in the hospital here before. It had been much less stressful than having his eye removed, just a scar, but it prepared him for this instance at least a bit. And even with her offer to let him sleep more, he moved about until he could sit up comfortably. And then invited her over silently.

"I'm alright. I think I'll sleep plenty as I heal. I'd rather be awake for company."

There indeed. He let out a yawn as Undertaker came over and moved the book and fixed the blanket. That certainly tempted him to just curl right back up and sleep again since he couldn't even remember when he had fallen asleep. It was enough that he still felt a bit tired.

"I don't remember falling asleep. I had wanted to finish a paragraph in my book..." And another little yawn.

She moves over very cautiously, as if he's made of flimsy paper doomed to rip a bit under her watchful guard.

All the while, her concern is evident in the focus in her dark eyes.

"What happened?"

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"Of course." Already she's looking him over, searching for any outward signs that something is wrong. She knows by now that his eye, however strange, is acting normally. "What did you want to talk to me about?"

"Well..." She wouldn't find anything wrong with him aside from the contract seal on his eye. He'd had some time to think about this request, even consulted his little family.

Finding the words now though? That's much harder than making the choice to go through with something like this.

"I suppose I should just... say it." He takes a breath. "I wonder how you would feel if I asked you to remove my eye?"

Oh Laura. He still wasn't entirely used to people caring or worrying about him so much but it was still touching. And nice to wake up with someone who cared enough.

"Nothing awful. I asked Dr. Crusher if she would remove my blind eye." And now here he was.

She blinks, her surprise transparent.

"¿Por qué?"

Why on earth would you want them to do such a thing? Her trust of doctors is so limited — though she admits Beverly has grown on her, thanks to the way she'd treated the hospital fiasco of times passed — and she couldn't even imagine being put under again like she had been so many times before.

It's not the request she was expecting, and it's a big one. "That... depends." She looks out of the foyer and towards the parlor. "Why don't we sit down and discuss it further?"

He'd be curious about what she had been expecting. Maybe later, he'll find out. For now though, he nods and steps aside to let her into the house.

"Of course. Please, make yourself comfortable. I can start tea... or something. If you'd like."

He didn't understand what she said, his languages were still limited to English, French, Latin, and a miniscule amount of German, but her could infer the meaning from that look.

"Keeping the eye... was more of a danger to me, in the long run. It was safer to remove it." He didn't have the energy, really, to explain the circumstances just then. And he didn't know how Laura felt about demons and contracting them.

"Tea would be very nice, thank you," she says as she takes a seat in the parlor.

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There's a little nod and he goes into the kitchen for a moment, starting to heat the water and finding a good tea for the situation. He's torn between something soothing and something strong. For himself, he sets a strong black tea bag into his cup and selects a few options for Beverly.

The water doesn't take long and he carefully brings the water and the cups out on a little tray.

"I wasn't sure what you might prefer."

Ah, that's... definitely something new. She looks a smidge more concerned at that.

"I did not know your eye was causing you so much trouble."

"Not here. Not exactly, unless someone came through the portal or if I went back to England for some reason or another. It was just better to remove it now and remove the chance."

He manages a smile, tired as it might be. He'll be sleeping a lot, he's sure. "I'll be alright now."

"... Good."

That's at least one good thing, the fact that a dangerous situation (she wished she'd known about) was over and done with. And Beverly had been the one to do it. That alone is enough for her to be appeased, though she'll be much better once the boy's healed up and out of a hospital bed...

"If you would like, you can sleep. I'll be here reading."

"Oh, anything is fine - I'll have whatever you're having."

"Alright then." He slips one into her cup and sets it in front of her.

"I like stronger black teas. My butler would make me a strong tea to wake up each morning. It's a habit we've kept up here, even without Sebastian."

"Captain Picard and I also often drank tea together. Though, his preference was specifically for Earl Grey. It's a nice ritual to have together."

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"You did?" That makes him smile, making sure the water is still not enough, starting to fix his own cup. It makes him miss some of the finer china he had in England but this is all just as good.

"I'm actually familiar with Earl Grey. The current one, at least. He's one of the Queen's butlers."

She frowns in confusion. "Her butler? But he's an Earl... I though butlers were servants?"

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There's just a little shrug.

"I actually understand very little about the Double Charles. They call themselves Her Majesty's butlers and secretarial officers. They're usually given the task of delivering her orders for me."

She shakes her head. "I find it all very confusing!"

"It's much easier to understand when you're raised among this kind of system. I am an Earl, after all, but serve as the Queen's Watchdog and head of the Aristocrats of Evil. We do as Her Majesty commands."

It had seemed that simple back in England, at least. The Queen's willingness to punish Ciel's 'mischief' with Charles Grey framing him for murder though... his loyalty was justifiably called into question.

Time to make a new life

PHANTOMTAKER HOUSEHOLD - mingle (visitors, family, OPEN)

PRE-SURGERY

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FUNTOM TOYS & CANDY (FREE MINGLE)

FUNTOM CAFE (FREE MINGLE)

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