can'twakeup

•Teller|GM> ((Social roll please, Mishie.))
7:43 AM Mishie → Mishie|Michael
7:43 AM
<Mishie|Michael> $roll 1d6-1 Social
7:43 AM → •[ATM] (voiced) joined
7:43 AM
<Mishie|Michael> $roll 1d6-1 Social
7:43 AM
<•[ATM]> Mishie|Michael "Social" [6] -1 = 5
8:02 AM
<•Teller|GM> They make an odd trio. Jade in the lead, dressed like she could be going to church or a nice private school. Abby behind her, practically swimming in her oversized sweatclothes. And bringing up the rear is, well, Michael.
8:02 AM Jade's home is only a few blocks south of Micahel's apartment, but it's obvious that even that short trip makes Jade nervous. Michael knows firsthand that the neighborhood isn't that great (and it gets even worse as they walk), but between the three of them a mugging would be more of a problem for the mugger than anything else.
8:02 AM Abby's chattering away happily, but Jade is quiet. She keeps looking around like she's expecting something to happen.
8:02 AM Nothing does. She comes to a stop in front of a house - plain, weathered, but a little nicer than the neighboring ones - and starts marching across the lawn. "This one." ||
8:08 AM
<Mishie|Michael> This was far worse than any of the shit that Michael was expecting, somebody turning up for a fight is something he can deal with, but a little girl needing emotional support?  That's not exactly his strong point, even if it has been a regular thing lately.
8:19 AM Thing is though, Michael is pretty goddam sure that an awkward hug wouldn't work out so well with Jade, so he's basically completely out of options.
8:21 AM "Hey uh, if you want we can wait out here for a bit."
8:21 AM ||
8:25 AM CG|Jackson → ColdGold
8:25 AM
<•Teller|GM> "I don't care," Jade responds carelessly. "Wait out here if you want." ||
8:26 AM
<Mishie|Michael> Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
8:26 AM Turn|GM → Turncoat
8:34 AM
<Mishie|Michael> Michael just shrugs and follows her in, having given up his attempts to help out for now.  He's pretty goddam sure that he has a pretty good idea about what's stressing Jade out but well, he's kinda got fuckall ideas about how to actually help.
8:34 AM ||
8:45 AM ← Saff left ([email protected]): ""
8:48 AM
<•Teller|GM> Jade experimentally jiggles the doorknob, then stands on tiptoe and feels around on top of the door jamb. She comes down holding a key, which she uses to open the door.
8:48 AM The house is dark; there's the flickering light of a television to the left, and light from a kitchen straight ahead that doesn't quite reach the door. A woman sits on a couch, but she doesn't turn around at the sound of the door opening. Michael's hit with the strong smell of cigarettes. ||
8:51 AM
<Mishie|Michael> Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
8:58 AM Michael just fucking knew it would be goddam parents issues.  Why couldn't be be something simple like a cape fight?
9:00 AM Fucking christ he would be more alright if Grindylow had been the one sitting on the couch, that's something he can deal.  Although to be fair, he might end up being able to solve this problem via punching somebody in the face as well.  Hopefully.
9:02 AM Thing is though, even Michael is smart enough to know that offering to punch somebodies mum in the face isn't that most tactful thing to do, so instead he just rests a hand on Jade's shoulder and hopes that even that little bit of support helps out.
9:02 AM ||
9:05 AM
<•Teller|GM> Jade turns around and gives him an inscrutable look, before slowly and deliberately removing his hand from her shoulder. She then leads them up the stairs. The woman on the couch doesn't turn around. ||
9:07 AM → Teruzi joined ([email protected])