A friend of mine killed herself. I think it happened some time ago, but I only learned of it today.

[glass-beddau.livejournal.com]

[Early morning of Thursday, October 23 (day 144)]
[Sheriff's Office]

Should have done this sooner. Meant to, truly did, but went by the Sheriff's Office and Mab wasn't there, out at the Voronin estate. Wasn't... never been entirely at ease around Liam, old habit earned from back at the Abbey, and waited outside the time until evening was coming on, and then back to the Tavern. Wouldn't ask Dorian to be out after dark, and idea of going out to the manor yet makes my breath lock in my throat, and isn't that part of all of this, why I hate the thing inside Lucien so easily?

Went home and fell asleep, upset and angry and not a little sickened by it all. Woke up early in the dark and watched the day dawn, laying out who might be able to help. Chester. Azrael. (Syl?) Verdi too, I think; she was feeling she owed Lucien among others. Not certain about Tez. Not sure the cruelty Marbas shows might not amuse him, but he's no friend to Lilith and one to Lucien, even if he doesn't care for Marbas one way or the other. And Hermia, and Tess as well, for their books...

Think there's maybe hope to tie it down, even if there's nothing to be done for it being inside Lucien.

Wait until the sky's lightening and take Iago's jacket and go out into the chill air, down Silk under clouds the colour of snapdragons and pale roses. Go past the Miskatonic, still at this hour, and ask Tulz if it'd upset her terribly to have a little coffee afore I bought some for Mab. Took it in as good grace as you can, and I head back to the Sheriff's Office, knock on the door with my foot. "Mab?"

[Open to Mab, and later to Lucien]
[Closed]

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[regal-vigilante.livejournal.com]

I stay back and let them hash it out. We can't make Lucien accept the offer, but it would help him. Instead I try to sense the Passenger. Thought strikes me that I should ask Chester about what he thinks it might be.

"If Glass' employ with me is to keep an eye on my.... boarder, then I suppose I will have to curtail house calls after hours, unless it's a life or death situation. If you really believe I would harm someone... I guess this is the only recourse. Does this arrangement only pertain to working hours, or am I to report to the town jail after hours for the safety of the population?"
I sigh myself, and step away from the wall, "Lucien, if I locked up every potential threat to this town, my holding cells would all be full," try and lighten it with a smile, but I'm not sure how much of one I manage, "I don't believe you'd harm someone- unless you believe they'd deserve it. Aside from that I'm sure you can guess my feelings."

Move closer to the desk and drop myself into the other chair, "That aside, Glasses request is a valid, good one. You need help sometimes. She needs something to keep her out of trouble. Her extra senses are just an added bonus."

[glass-beddau.livejournal.com]

"Well, there's never a harm in having more than one person with medical skills, and I can always use a refresher on herbology. And I suppose it will give us a chance to discuss all those salon topics."

"See?" I say, smiling a little. "All to the good." Moment's not after lasting, though, and he looks grim again.

"If Glass' employ with me is to keep an eye on my.... boarder, then I suppose I will have to curtail house calls after hours, unless it's a life or death situation." Shrug and wave a hand at that.

"Oh, because it's not as if I've never been one to be up and about nights," I say dryly. "Folk schedule something, let me know. Winter's a slow time for me in any case. And anyone who comes running to you for help you can send to me afterwards if the Tavern's not on your way."

"If you really believe I would harm someone... I guess this is the only recourse. Does this arrangement only pertain to working hours, or am I to report to the town jail after hours for the safety of the population?"

"I really believe it'd hurt someone," I say dryly, "and trust you're not after arguing with me on that." Pause a moment, looking past him thoughtful. "D'you think you could, without it taking after Mab or Linford?"

[docconstantine.livejournal.com]

"Oh, because it's not as if I've never been one to be up and about nights, folk schedule something, let me know. Winter's a slow time for me in any case. And anyone who comes running to you for help you can send to me afterwards if the Tavern's not on your way."

Shrug my shoulders. "We can figure out a schedule, I suppose. New office hours, maybe only open four days instead of five... re-establish what an actual emergency is." I say wryly. "Seriously, no one has ever had a cold before?"

"I don't believe you'd harm someone- unless you believe they'd deserve it. Aside from that I'm sure you can guess my feelings." I would almost be grateful for Mab's assessment of me, if Glass didn't contradict it almost in the next breath. "I really believe it'd hurt someone, and trust you're not after arguing with me on that."
"Splitting hairs... I ma not inflict the damage... but I will pay the price." I say rather glumly. Just ask Wanda. Sent her running to god know who. Wave my hand and sigh. "Yes, I know, my own damn fault. I won't argue the point. You're both right, of course, and I am more than willing to take on an assistant and alter my hours if it will give you both piece of mind. I don't really want him to hurt anyone either, so it's a good idea." I admit, finally, reaching for my coffee. I think I will be needing more.

"D'you think you could, without it taking after Mab or Linford?" Okay, now... gone a bit too far.
"I appreciate what you're willing to do, really Glass." And I am sincere, because I do count glass Beddau as a true friend. "But, I am NOT staying at the town jail. My reputation is sullied quite enough, what with the running about with the brothel madame behind my fiancee's back, who I may or may not be abusing, so she's dumped me for another man. Going in and out of the jail certainly cannot do me any favours."

[regal-vigilante.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I know, my own damn fault. I won't argue the point. You're both right, of course, and I am more than willing to take on an assistant and alter my hours if it will give you both piece of mind. I don't really want him to hurt anyone either, so it's a good idea."
"Well really it was supposed to be for your peace of mind as well. Plus, it was a better suggestion than my other ones."

"D'you think you could, without it taking after Mab or Linford?"

"I appreciate what you're willing to do, really Glass. But, I am NOT staying at the town jail. My reputation is sullied quite enough, what with the running about with the brothel madame behind my fiancee's back, who I may or may not be abusing, so she's dumped me for another man. Going in and out of the jail certainly cannot do me any favours."

My recent revelation aside, I'm not ready to pit Liam against whatever it is residing in Lucien. And I'm not quite sure if I'm willing to just take it on myself. The rest of his statement worries em more though, "Honestly, I've got other people to lock up before you. Regardless of public opinion."

[glass-beddau.livejournal.com]

"We can figure out a schedule, I suppose. New office hours, maybe only open four days instead of five..."

"Suspect I might be hearing argument to take Wednesdays off," I say thoughtfully. Four days a week, and mostly only in the day? Five alone on steady schedule'd be a grace, but four? Fine indeed.

"Splitting hairs... I ma not inflict the damage... but I will pay the price."

Raise an eyebrow. "You call not actually having chosen to do what it's done splitting hairs? Sin's not only in the consequence another visits on you, you know." My smile sharpens a touch at that. "Trust me."

"Yes, I know, my own damn fault. I won't argue the point." Sigh and don't bother saying that if he'd catch the distinction folk make between him and Marbas, there might be less arguments in his life of late. Look to Mab and shrug, but at least he's after accepting the idea, if not his own suggestion.

"Well really it was supposed to be for your peace of mind as well. Plus, it was a better suggestion than my other ones."

"Ah, Mab, he's not holding his peace of mind worthy of our consideration of late," I say, but there's no edge to my voice. "And it was a kinder thought," I add, glancing back to him.

"I appreciate what you're willing to do, really Glass. But, I am NOT staying at the town jail. My reputation is sullied quite enough, what with the running about with the brothel madame behind my fiancee's back, who I may or may not be abusing, so she's dumped me for another man. Going in and out of the jail certainly cannot do me any favours."

"You brought it up, dyn gwag," I say, smiling a little. "Makes it hard to pick out the sarcasm when you're blaming yourself for what another's done. May care t'mind that." Get to my feet and stretch. "Well, you're here already, and I suspect I ought tell Iago I've apparently talked myself into a new job. Leave me handle that and I'll come back, and then you can start outlining the day?"

[docconstantine.livejournal.com]

Listen to Glass and Mab discuss my 'peace of mind' a bit, but not really listen because my thoughts have drifted a million miles away again.

At least no one is insisting I actually stay at the jail.
Turn my attention inward, to gauge exactly what Marbas thinks about it, and he doesn't answer, but I get a sense of bemusement from him.
Well, that's better than the alternatives, I suppose.

"Well, you're here already, and I suspect I ought tell Iago I've apparently talked myself into a new job. Leave me handle that and I'll come back, and then you can start outlining the day?"
"Fine, fine... we'll go over schedules, the million stupid little things I do, and pay when you get back." I see Glass stop and look at me oddly. "What? You're here, you're working, I pay you. Besides, if you are earning a wage... there's no reason for anyone to think I am now trying to seduce a married woman." She heads out the door and down the hall, and I call after her.
"And coffee! For the love of anything holy... bring more coffee!"