OOC: I hope we havent run anyone from the thread. Let me know who is still with us. I am going to have all that are no longer with us have disappeared come morning. So let me know one way or the other.
OOC: Mistress emailed me saying she was having a hard time posting. If you want to go on, you can say you were pulled from whatever plane she was in and lost her...she can always come back when she straightens out what she is doing.
AH! Gotcha, thanks. Ok, will formulate something tomorrow or mebbe Monday (wife just spent a week in hospital recently and am in middle of finals, so kinda playing catchup atm). Easy sorted, get yanked away by the Sioux girl's spirit...
OOC: Wunnerful. I will get the ball rolling again.
IC: I slept like a baby that night, held close in his arms. It had been too long since I had gotten a full nights sleep not to mention the fact that my dreams, though I could not remember them exactly, were pleasant and left me with a restful, energetic feeling upon waking.
As my eyes slid open, the events of the night before were brought back fully to me and I smiled as I streatched. Glancing over to Damitri, I could see he was still asleep and I quickly slipped from the bed and donned my clothes. I needed to get to my room and bathe and dress before breakfast.
With a small gesture, I threw him a kiss and then exited the room and headed toward my own. I made it without seeing anyone though I was not in the mood to care if I had. Going immediately to my bathroom, I drew my bath water and sank into it, letting the hot water cover me like a welcome blanket. Leaning my head back, I smiled as I relived the night's events. These two weeks were looking more and more promising.
And then, as he held Mercy to him, trying to get her attention, it happened. Her body changed. She was shorter. She was stouter. She had become a sioux woman, her dark, braided hair flung over her shoulders as she twisted in his arms.
"Hiya! He `cu< sni ye!"
Her cry startled him as much as the sudden change. "No! Don't do that!"
He let go of her as soon as he could think straight, and with that she grabbed his arm and spun him over her shoulder, to the ground. She was upon him at once, her fist balled, thrusting down at his face. She stopped, an inch from his nose, and her scowl of rage turned to a frown of confusion. And with that, the drumming started again.
Within seconds, the image faded, closely followed by the sounds. Tat opened his eyes once more, and found he was back in his own room. He had no idea how he had got there, nor what had happened to Mercy. One thing he was sure of though, was that the Sioux woman's spirit was the most powerful he had ever met. So powerful, she could destroy him in the spirit world if she wanted. She was terrified, in pain, probably, from her cry in his arms, about to be raped. But how had such a powerful woman been captured? As Tat tried to think things over, a tiredness like no other he'd ever felt, overwhelmed him.
He stretched unhurriedly, his muscles sending the pleasure of movement throughout his body. He groaned happily.
He felt the bed where Lorna was lying. It still held the warmth of her. He scooted in bed to where she had lain and buried his face in her pillow. He couldn't identify the scent of her hair, but it made him feel good to think he could. He smiled.
After a few more slow breaths he took a quick shower and dressed for breakfast.
After a leasurly(sp) bath, I got dressed in some clean jeans and a light summer shirt. Putting my hair up off of my neck because it looked like it was going to be a warm day, I headed for the dining room and breakfast.
When I walked into the dining room I noticed two things. First, I was the first one there and second, there were not as many plates on the table as there had been people last night. That fact took me by surprise and I hesitated inside the doorway watching as the servants set up a buffet style breakfast.
Garrett approached and greeted me, asking if I would like to go ahead and start before the others arrived. Looking at him, the puzzlement showing on my face, I said,"Garrett, why are there only a few places set at the table. There were quite a few people here last night."
The servant gave me a blank stare. I swear I would never want to play poker with this man, he would have all my money in a few hands. "Some of our guests have been 'called away'," He told me and then, with a short bow, he walked away and left me to get my own breakfast.
With the sun through his window, Tat rose. His sleep had been dreamless and peaceful, but now he was awake again, he wanted to know that Mercy was ok. He dressed into clean clothes and went down to her room quickly. It was empty, and the bed had been made. Not only that, he quickly realized, but her travelling accessories were gone. This was worrying. For now, all he could do was go downstairs to the dining hall and see who else was there for breakfast.
As he entered, he saw just one other person - Lorna, though other places had been set. Some were missing, and he knew two of the missing people were Mercy and her photographer. Tat took a seat as he tried to work out exactly what had happened.
He turned to Lorna, to see if she knew more. "Our friends are absent. Do you know anything about that?" he said. " Or did anything happen to you last night?"
I blushed slightly as he asked about what happened to me during the night and looked down at my plate before answering.
"As far as hauntings go it was very peaceful last night. I am still sceptical about the haunting being 'real'." Looking up at him, I added,"But I asked Garrett about the fact that we had few plates compared to how many people had arrived last night and he simply said they had been 'called away'. Very disturbing if you ask me."
Her blush told Tat just what had happened to Lorna last night, and that was fine. Her sexual life had nothing to do with him, and he saw no reason that she need feel embarrassed by it. The fact that she was a skeptic meant, as always, it was best to maintain some degree of reservation when discussing matters of the spirit. But she was right, even if something had happened to Mercy's spirit, it did not explain why there was no sign of either her, nor her photographer even being here. For one thing, her photographer had nothing to do with the ghost Mercy had seen - at least as far as Tat knew.
"I looked in on the model, Mercy this morning," he said. "She and her photographer are both missing. Their cases are gone and their beds are already made. It is almost as if they were never here. You are right that this is worrying. Even if they had been called away, why would the maids have made their beds so quickly this morning?"
He let the thought sit on the heavy air between them.
Dimitri tried to walk normally. He knew of men, actors and directors, who swaggared the morning after. One could often tell who got lucky one night by how they strolled onto the set. He didn't want to do that so he tried to walk as he always did.
The trouble was he didn't know how he always walked. He entered the dining room and took a seat as quickly as possible, beside Lorna. He noticed the Ad executive sitting there also and nodded his 'hello.' It was only then that he saw the number of place settings on the table.
He looked up at Lorna, he allowed a soft glance and a sweet smile toward her. "Are others not joining us this morning?"
My gaze swept up to meet Damitri as he entered and I knew that there was a sparkle in my eyes as they lit upon him. Smiling at him, I said,"Good morning." and then a frown creased my face.
"We were just discussing the same thing. It seems as if some of the others have been 'called away' as Garrett put it and our friend here says that he checked on the model and the photographer this morning and it was as if they had never been here. Even if we are not talking about the supernatural here, I think that something is not right and it worries me."
...And seeing their greeting, and Dimitri's oh-so-careful walk, told Tat WHO had slept with Lorna. He wished them well, they may bring out the very best in each other. Meanwhile, the problem of the missing guests was far more pressing. He looked at Dimitri.
"You, I believe, are a man of science well versed in the kind of forensics needed to identify fake hauntings. Do you believe there is anything in your kit that would help in tracking down the others? I do not believe Garrett will help, here... and with no proof that they have not simply left, the police will not answer the call."
What he did not say was that he believed Garrett to be in league with the spirits here, and knew them to be beyond the powers of the police. Therefore, they were truly alone. And, worryingly, his own shamanic powers seemed so much weaker than those of the Sioux warrior woman's, which meant he was not sure he could be of much help. He still did not feel the spirits meant harm, and was not certain that they had hurt any of the missing guests, but he could no longer know that for sure. All he truly knew about was the one who he had met - the Sioux. If she had wanted to harm him, he would be dead by now.
Dimitri put a hand on Lorna's shoulder and gripped reassuringly. He didn't intend to be so kurt before and he really didn't seemed concerned if others saw their relationship. He smiled again at her.
He looked Tatunka in the eyes before speaking. "I activated recording devices around the perimeter of the house last night. Though not focused on the driveway, one of them may recorded something useful." He sounded pleased with himself. "I could get the tapes after our meeting this morning."
Lorna put her free hand up to entwine her fingers with the ones that were resting on her shoulder. She breathed a sigh of relief as she really didnt know what to expect after last night. After all they had just met and all of a sudden they were in bed together. Some men would have pretended that the night never happened...she was very glad he was not one of them.
Letting his hand go, she put down her fork and pushed her plate away. "Well, I for one am very curious about what your cameras have picked up. As soon as you gentlemen are ready I say we go take a look."
Tat looked from Lorna to Dimitri and back. "If it is all right with you both, I would say investigating our missing friends is a precedent - far greater than reporting ghostly or other occurrences to Garrett. I would suggest it is far more important for us to see what your cameras have recorded therefore, than to meet to discuss the spirits. On the other hand, if you two require an hour or so together, I would certainly understand."
Dimitri chocked back a laugh. He didn't know whether Tatunka was serious or not. The Native American's stony face didn't give any indication of breaking into a smile. Did he really think that Lorna and he would...? ...this morning?
"Should we wait for any of the others to come down? Or are we *all* that is left of yesterday's group?" He would snicker if The Amazing Yappy was run off by the ghost stories told last night.
I looked over to where Tat was waiting for an answer. I choked back on a drink of orange juice as I quickly avoided his inquiry.
"I am not sure who is left," I said as I rose from the table,"And I am sure we are not going to get any help from the staff including Garrett. I say we go and see what is on those cameras and catch up with anyone who has remained later."
Peter staggered into the dining room, and sat down without a word. He looked haggard, as though he'd not slept a bit all night. His wife was nowhere to be seen...
Yarrow hobbled in looking like a cat dragged him in, tossed him around, ate him, spit him up, and tossed him around again. Dimitri smiled. "Hey Yarrow." Amusement was thick in his voice. "You are *not* a morning person! Does the New York time zone not agree with you?" He motioned to his handheld camcorder next to him. "Are you sure you don't want some glamor shots of that look? Cuz I could...." The look of dissaprovement on Lorna's face stopped him mid-sentence.
He looked around with a slight air of urgency. "Where's Samantha?" There was no mocking in his voice that time.
Tat looked at Peter with sympathy. We were all shocked and surprised at the disappearances, but none of us had lost a wife or lover. Now someone had. I stood and approached him, laying a hand on his shoulder and allowing my soul to ease him as little as I was able in his current state.
"Many of our friends have gone missing this morning," I said. "We have abandoned the spiritual hunting and are just now about to do everything we can to find them."
I indicated Greska, "He has set up surveillace cameras all around the house and grounds. We are going to check when and how they left. We will find her. We will find them all."