#[ if i don't typo consider that a surprise! | posting while ill...!? ]

[st-riley-the-brave]

[ ENGINEER RANT UNDER CUT ]

[ ((...okay.

Please, somebody, PLEASE stop me from backhanding the next customer person who finds my lack of vocal chords funny. Because I just survived a 9-hour shift and while I do have some voice back... well... people are a*sholes, let's word it that way.

It is bad enough that when I'm sick, my patience meter bloody plummets. Like I'm normally a much more patient person. But apparently when I'm sick it's like all the jerks crawl out of the woodwork. *shakes her head* Like... why? Just, why?

👏 BE 👏 A 👏 DECENT 👏 HUMAN 👏 BEING 👏 PLEASE.

...*sigh* Alright. I just needed to get that out. Because people can be mean and ignorant. And really I just don't want to be SuperB*tch. I hate being SuperB*tch. Serial.

All that said... we now resume your regularly scheduled MUNday.)) ]

[st-riley-the-brave]

"Well, there's th'Main Parlor where I usually welcome friends and adopted family over" she answered. "There's one room that's th'bathroom, another room that serves as both the Kitchen and Trinket Room. Then there's the bedroom which really isn't much of a bedroom at all. It's also where m'coffin will be when history is done with me."

st-riley-the-brave:

dr-abel-gideon:

“The sight isn’t so bad but the smell… the smell lingers.” the doctor muttered, mind wandering. “It leaves a rusted iron taste on your tongue. Coats the whole mouth,” he slowly added.

Abel blinked and looked over her underground abode. “Convenient. Home for your entire life and beyond.”

Riley made a face and nodded at Abel’s legit description. “Yes, and yes. Yes to all of it” she replied. “It’s a very weird taste indeed.”

She then chuckled to his comment about her humble abode. “It serves many a good purpose, doctor!”

“Oh?” He turned to look at Riley. “And what are those many good purposes, Miss Cranston?”

[st-riley-the-brave]

"Ah... yeah. I would think y'got th'mhac na galla 'cause if not I would've gladly made 'im or her regret it!"

Riley sees a wound on her beloved... you can bet your Jiminy Cricket she wants to take care of it, not torture him!

Egon held his side tightly “It’s deep, I’ll need alcohol, a rag, a board, and a needle and thread” Egon said and groaned as a shock of pain ripped through him “That hurt like a…well it wasn’t pleasent” 

[st-riley-the-brave]

The Gravekeeper snort-giggled at the joke. "Nope, bad enough I have t'endure both sight and smell of blood!" she remarked before shrugging. "But at least home is properly ventilated. Plus it's home sweet home for me. And one day it'll be m'final restin' place."

st-riley-the-brave:

dr-abel-gideon:

She was a grim reaper, he mused to himself, but instead of collecting the dead she was protecting them. It was an admirable, if not unusual choice of profession. Who would want to guard dead bodies as they rotted in the ground? It was an unusual word that then triggered the doctor’s next question. “House’oleum?”

Riley nodded. “Aye, it’s what I call m'abode. It’s m'underground home. The mausoleum right there serves as a façade, a disguise even. The real residence starts just below it.”

His gaze followed to where Riley indicated. “Mm,” he made the sound through his nose. “An interesting choice. You wouldn’t happen to be a vampire too, eh?” Abel smirked at his own joke.