The Society of Truth, an RP

[My Pretty Pekins]

"Smells good. What is it?" Mark asked, trying to edge closer.

"Tara got us some veggies, I steamed some carrots, and there's leftover gammon from a while back in the oven," Alina said. "I'm about ready to get it out, and there are some rolls in the bread bin - would you get them out please?"

(help, I had to think hard over what goes with carrots )

 

[Anne02]

"Tara got us some veggies, I steamed some carrots, and there's leftover gammon from a while back in the oven," Alina said. "I'm about ready to get it out, and there are some rolls in the bread bin - would you get them out please?"

(help, I had to think hard over what goes with carrots )

"Yeah, sure," Mark went over and started pulling out rolls. "How many do we need?"

 

[My Pretty Pekins]

"Yeah, sure," Mark went over and started pulling out rolls. "How many do we need?"

"Goodness, I don't know," Alina said, putting on oven gloves, "There's Dad and I, Calder, Lila, you, Tara, Charlotte, Millie, and I presume Elsie will be back. Matt and Allen went home. That's—nine, I think. There's a tray beside you that you can put them on."

 

[Anne02]

"Goodness, I don't know," Alina said, putting on oven gloves, "There's Dad and I, Calder, Lila, you, Tara, Charlotte, Millie, and I presume Elsie will be back. Matt and Allen went home. That's—nine, I think. There's a tray beside you that you can put them on."

"I'll just get out ten then," Mark said, putting the rolls on the tray.

 

[Anne02]

(I have to go. Talk to you later!)

 

[My Pretty Pekins]

"I'll just get out ten then," Mark said, putting the rolls on the tray.

"Good thinking," Alina said. "You know what, you could round everyone up. I'll set the table and we can sit round in the dining room. It'll be ready in ten minutes."

(Yeah, I have some chickens to clean out. See you later!)

 

[EverV]

Elsie strolled down the street, generally feeling sorry for herself. After a couple minutes though, the smell of the fresh air cleared her mind and she started regretting what she'd said. She hadn't meant to cause trouble. But she'd seen first hand what the Programmer was capable of; what he'd do to to rebellions. Suddenly, the faint whirring of a helicopter was audible.
"Elsie, stay where you are. You're under arrest," a voice blasted.
"Oh shoot," Elsie muttered, running into the alleyway. A helicopter followed her, and she crouched behind a trash can until, after a half hour or so, the 'copter slowly flew away. Elsie stayed hidden for another couple minutes before she dared to venture out on shaky legs. After a quick surveillance of the sky, she ran all the way back to Alina's house.

 

[My Pretty Pekins]

Elsie strolled down the street, generally feeling sorry for herself. After a couple minutes though, the smell of the fresh air cleared her mind and she started regretting what she'd said. She hadn't meant to cause trouble. But she'd seen first hand what the Programmer was capable of; what he'd do to to rebellions. Suddenly, the faint whirring of a helicopter was audible.
"Elsie, stay where you are. You're under arrest," a voice blasted.
"Oh shoot," Elsie muttered, running into the alleyway. A helicopter followed her, and she crouched behind a trash can until, after a half hour or so, the 'copter slowly flew away. Elsie stayed hidden for another couple minutes before she dared to venture out on shaky legs. After a quick surveillance of the sky, she ran all the way back to Alina's house.

Alina heard the door bang and guessed who it was likely to be. Elsie, of course. She continued carrying the dishes over to the table.

 

[EverV]

Alina heard the door bang and guessed who it was likely to be. Elsie, of course. She continued carrying the dishes over to the table.

Elsie looked around the hallway, and sighed. She ran up the stairs to where she'd left her bag, grabbed it, and left the house. As much as she hated to admit it, she was a liability. If she stayed, she'd put everyone in danger.

 

[My Pretty Pekins]

Elsie looked around the hallway, and sighed. She ran up the stairs to where she'd left her bag, grabbed it, and left the house. As much as she hated to admit it, she was a liability. If she stayed, she'd put everyone in danger.

(I actually find myself feeling sorry for her! Couldn't we find some way of interacting maybe?)

Alina, having set the table with seats for nine, returned to the kitchen, almost bumping into Calder. He restrained her with one strong arm.
"Hey," he said, "I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier. Your Dad just finished talking to me."
"No big deal," Alina shrugged, "It's fine. We all—deal with it differently."