Chemistry?

[Nemo]

Feeling naked even though she was fully clothed, Nemo was lying in the dry bathtub in her motel room amidst a nest of pillows as she dialed first one number, and then the next. Hurray for conference calls?

*bring bring, bring bring*

[Banshee]

Sitting on her bed, makeup ruined, hair a mess. She contemplates allowing the phone to ring and ring and ring.

She answers it, Death in inevitable, no matter he cause.

"Hello?"

[Knot]

"Hello Nemo."

It's an acanthus mystique thing, knowing what's going to happen before it does.

Also having put Nemo's number into his contacts, with their name attached, helped with the mystique.

[Nemo]

For a moment, the other end of the line is silent, the unseen faceshifter twisting a lock of hair around her finger.

"Um. Hi!" she finally managed to blurt out, hoping the echo in the bathroom was simply making her voice seem abnormally loud.

"Yes, uh, this is me. Nemo, I mean. And also Banshee. And Knot. It's a conference call."

There was a beat of silence.

"So, uh, yeah, I was wondering if you two wanted to meet up? With me? Sometime? I was thinking that, you know, it would be nice to talk privately, but with people that I, um, respect. If that sounds good."

Goddamn it. She should have worn a face for this, phone or no.

[Banshee]

"Knot?"

Ah, should have been obvious. Conferance call.

"Hello."

Awkward and stilted.

"I would....like that. I-" she fumbles. "Yes a private meeting sounds good."

[Knot]

"Hello Banshee."

Saying 'I knew that' would be an obvious lie and totally ruin the mystique.

He's quiet for a bit.

"Sure. When and where?"

[Nemo]

"Well, I was thinking that it would be nice, to, you know, be in a place where we could really share. Like, a more intense version of the game that we played in the book store. I know there's a Karaoke bar that lets you rent private rooms, which Banshee could make even more private, but that seems a little too loud, you know? I suppose I could also invite you to my motel room, though I don't want to give you the wrong impression," Nemo explained, absentmindedly chewing on a piece of hair.

[Banshee]

"I have a place. It is void of any other soul." for now.

"1901 P Street, old Victorian. Kinda green, with purpley trim."

[Knot]

"..."

"Okay."

"Should I bring something?"

[Nemo]

"Booze. Probably. Just let us know when, Banshee. And also...thanks," Nemo replied, the smile clear in her voice as she climbed out of the tub, leaving her pillow nest behind.