Welcome to Gaia! ::

Freya smiled softly to herself as she allowed herself to be led to the kitchen. Nothing wrong with that. She loved the kitchen. It's where the food is.

She made an ooo sound in response to the mention of chicken wings. She and Heather had recently bonded over their mutual love of the tasty delights. Them she realized what Liam had said. "We."

She unhooked her pinky and raised her hands. "Whoa now. Wait just a minute. I don't cook. I've told you this. Everything I touch beyond the microwave becomes an absolute s**t show. Why don't I just let you do what you do and I can be on the couch, watching anime, and try to swallow my sadness for the time being? Then you bring me the chicken, and I'll probably make that face and sound you like so much. Eh, eeh?"

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The estate of Vera Claiborne was large and well guarded from intruders by a digital alarm system. Inside, it was just her. She paced nervously around what looked to be an at home office. She periodically looked at her phone, as though there were a possibility that she had just missed a notification.

An impossible choice! Freya grinned in spite of herself. "Why not both? It can't be that hard to cook two different meats in the same oven, right?"

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Vera nearly jumped out of her skin when a disheveled Heather appeared in front of her from seemingly out of nowhere.

"Jesus!" she exclaimed. She immediately turned to leave only to be disappointed. A woman she had never seen before blocked her path. She turned back to Heather.

"Heather, what-?" she started.

Heather interrupted Vera mid syllable with just a raise of her finger. "Shut. The ********. Up." she said with barely contained fury. "Did you know?"

Vera did not have to think too hard to figure out what Heather was asking. "No. Not at first. Roland told me that you'd be the first to die today. When I didn't like what he said, he left. It wasn't until I saw the news that I realized that he had tricked me."

As Vera spoke, she pointed her eyes in the direction of a large bookshelf. Heather wondered if the woman was having a stroke, but then she realized that someone like her would probably have a panic room. Vera's was most likely behind the bookshelf. She started to look that way when she mentioned Roland leaving. Was he still there?

She turned her gaze toward Liv and inconspicuously motioned toward the bookshelf with her tail.

"What did he mean by 'the first.' What's he doing?" Heather asked.

"I don't know." Vera replied. "But I think he's involved with the Prometheus Watch."