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[ THELAKEHOUSE ]

It didn't feel like any amount of down time could be enough.

But here was the thing: Ernst knew there were problems out there in the world now, that very few people could solve. And he was in a position where - where, yes, he could do something about them, even if he was probably not...the most optimal of choices. And that irked him.

Yet, cowardly as it was, he wasn't really ready, he thought, to go through another experience related to Circe. It hadn't been hard, exactly, but animals weren't his thing - and the thought that he'd be fighting real humans, who wouldn't have wanted to fight him, and who he might accidentally actually kill...it still freaked him the ******** out, if he was going to be perfectly honest. So he'd kind of jumped at the idea of a haunting. Hah. Well - the thing was, if it was a haunting, it was either not a human, or no longer a human, and unlikely to ever become a human again. And it was in a lake house, too, which...well, you know, that meant there'd be a roof over his head.

Still, it wasn't really something he wanted to handle alone. So it came again to his, ah, friends.



He'd sent that barrage earlier this morning, and it was now the afternoon, and he'd packed several changes of clothes, a meal that consisted of non-perishable but not disgusting food, his tower shield, and sleeping gear. He'd been a little too anxious to check his phone even though he'd heard a few buzzes signifying some sort of notification. If Davor and Erica came, they'd come. And if not...he could do this alone, probably. Or he could see if someone else was also heading out today.

Beaches experienced cycles of appeal to Erica. In the summer months, there was nothing that could compel her to go to one except knowing that those months was her only chance to observe certain species. Even the early morning excursions were unwelcome because you never knew what you were going to find left over from the night before when you turned a corner looking for a nest or just following a crab around.

Let's just say that some people just never developed a healthy sense of shame and Erica had very little interest in Homo sapiens sapiens specimens.

On the other hand, beaches in the fall (and winter) suddenly became great places to get away from people. The last few months, finding Erica on the beach would have been a miracle on the level of the Jesus turning water into wine (which, one had to admit would be a really convenient ability to have); too many Chosen using their time off to tan, laugh, and have their version of fun. Erica had no trouble admitting that her lack of friends or even acquaintances here at the Prytaneum was entirely her fault but, quite frankly, she found it difficult to feel bad about it considering the caliber of people that generally walked these ground. Sure they were probably good at what they did and Erica of all people respected that, but they were a bit... loud for her tastes.

That said, the texts from Ernst weren't unwelcome. She was just here sketching anyways, on campus because it seemed that there were things to do even though Erica wasn't sure she wanted to do them.



Erica arrived, phone in hand, backpack packed for their trip, and axes sharpened and strapped to her pack, at 15:00 sharp. "Time to get ourselves good and haunted. Unlucky for you, my heathen self can't perform exorcisms and if this is really a ghost, I don't think decapitations are going to do anything."