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Re: Kult RPG
Francesca's Journal, partial entry (includes all of session two).
I'll write more as I get time and just edit changes in. Hope out.
Francesca's Journal, partial entry (includes all of session two).
Friday, August 27, 1999
Yeah, so it’s actually Saturday but I was rather tied up for most of last night. Or… cuffed is actually a better term. I’m sore and tired and want to go home and sleep in my OWN BED, ALONE for a thousand years, but I need to hurry up and write out these thoughts before Rebecca batters down the bathroom door.
Anyway… in the very early hours of Friday morning, I found myself quite unable to sleep. I’ve never been able to cuddle comfortably with anyone, and as [the words "sexy" "gorgeous" "pretty" and "hot" are all scratched through here, in favor of the less-girlish adjective] attractive as Rebecca is, I was still unable to relax enough around her to sleep well. If anything, her attractiveness made it more difficult. So I got up while it was still dark to stretch and get some water or something. Heard screaming from the big guy, which scared the living shit out of me. Turns out Charles has nightmares. Go figure.
Asked Charles about the kids thing… specifically, if he had a history of abusing kids or sexual crimes. He denied it and was rather insulted, and I don’t think he was bullshitting me. I’m sure he’ll be sore at me about the question for a bit, but it’s better to know.
I also found out that Helen, my assistant, was the one who got Rebecca involved in the first place. As hot as Rebecca is… and as amazing as the sex was… yeah. That’s too serious a lapse of judgment to ignore. I’m going to have to replace her, and soon. I can’t trust stupid people to work for me.
We stopped by my place so I could get fresh clothes and give Joseph a quick call. Joseph seemed… agitated and more than a little concerned about Don Luciano, who has apparently been flaking out over the book and having the homeless monitored (which ties in with Mr. Evil Hobo, as I have just dubbed him). This news caused Charles to do a little freak-out and run out to call someone from the hallway. So our next lead is David Lynn… we have his apartment address and MIGHT be able to squeeze some more information out of one of the security guards. Sounds like a little seduction job, which is right up Rebecca’s alley.
We switched vehicles to avoid Mr. Evil Hobo if possible. I took my motorcycle and Charles drove Rebecca in my Z3. No sign of the hobo along the way to the security office. Rebecca and I did the talking… Charles watched the vehicles and kept a distant eye on us in case we needed help. The guard was actually fairly useless; Rebecca got his number and possibly a date, but I don’t know if this guy has any useful information. It was a long shot. We decided to go check out the late Mr. Lynn’s place next.
So… funny thing is that I actually found myself being jealous of the guard. I wasn’t going to say anything about it to Rebecca, and DEFINITELY not to Charles, but I was a bit envious and will probably do whatever I can to sabotage his chances with Rebecca.
Speaking of Rebecca, she’s trying to PICK THE BATHROOM LOCK. I’m going to try to find a quiet place to continue this entry… so much more to write.
Must be strong and resist urge to spend the rest of my week sleeping with Rebecca... or ANYONE ELSE, DAMMIT. Be strong. Let's open that door.
Yeah, so it’s actually Saturday but I was rather tied up for most of last night. Or… cuffed is actually a better term. I’m sore and tired and want to go home and sleep in my OWN BED, ALONE for a thousand years, but I need to hurry up and write out these thoughts before Rebecca batters down the bathroom door.
Anyway… in the very early hours of Friday morning, I found myself quite unable to sleep. I’ve never been able to cuddle comfortably with anyone, and as [the words "sexy" "gorgeous" "pretty" and "hot" are all scratched through here, in favor of the less-girlish adjective] attractive as Rebecca is, I was still unable to relax enough around her to sleep well. If anything, her attractiveness made it more difficult. So I got up while it was still dark to stretch and get some water or something. Heard screaming from the big guy, which scared the living shit out of me. Turns out Charles has nightmares. Go figure.
Asked Charles about the kids thing… specifically, if he had a history of abusing kids or sexual crimes. He denied it and was rather insulted, and I don’t think he was bullshitting me. I’m sure he’ll be sore at me about the question for a bit, but it’s better to know.
I also found out that Helen, my assistant, was the one who got Rebecca involved in the first place. As hot as Rebecca is… and as amazing as the sex was… yeah. That’s too serious a lapse of judgment to ignore. I’m going to have to replace her, and soon. I can’t trust stupid people to work for me.
We stopped by my place so I could get fresh clothes and give Joseph a quick call. Joseph seemed… agitated and more than a little concerned about Don Luciano, who has apparently been flaking out over the book and having the homeless monitored (which ties in with Mr. Evil Hobo, as I have just dubbed him). This news caused Charles to do a little freak-out and run out to call someone from the hallway. So our next lead is David Lynn… we have his apartment address and MIGHT be able to squeeze some more information out of one of the security guards. Sounds like a little seduction job, which is right up Rebecca’s alley.
We switched vehicles to avoid Mr. Evil Hobo if possible. I took my motorcycle and Charles drove Rebecca in my Z3. No sign of the hobo along the way to the security office. Rebecca and I did the talking… Charles watched the vehicles and kept a distant eye on us in case we needed help. The guard was actually fairly useless; Rebecca got his number and possibly a date, but I don’t know if this guy has any useful information. It was a long shot. We decided to go check out the late Mr. Lynn’s place next.
So… funny thing is that I actually found myself being jealous of the guard. I wasn’t going to say anything about it to Rebecca, and DEFINITELY not to Charles, but I was a bit envious and will probably do whatever I can to sabotage his chances with Rebecca.
Speaking of Rebecca, she’s trying to PICK THE BATHROOM LOCK. I’m going to try to find a quiet place to continue this entry… so much more to write.
Must be strong and resist urge to spend the rest of my week sleeping with Rebecca... or ANYONE ELSE, DAMMIT. Be strong. Let's open that door.