Everything Starts Somewhere: (CLOSED stalkers tho) (Fantasy!!!! And other stuff) (Whoever joins gets a box of free cookies!) (I'm (no longer) lonely.) (Did I mention free cookies?)

Quoth followed from above. Trying not to do so in a obvious manner.

"Quoth, I don't mind if you follow me." Susan sighed.

"Oh okay." Quoth flew down. "So whatcha doing?"

Will shrugged, “Mortals are willing to almost do anything if there given the right price.”

"THAT'S WHAT I'M AFRAID OF. METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING OF COURSE AS I DO NOT FEEL FEAR. IT IS NOT A SIMPLE JOB WHERE YOU PAY SOMEONE AND THEY DO AS THEY ARE TOLD. NO, IT IS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH. IT MUST BE DONE SO THE SUN WILL COME UP." he said. Old gods do new jobs, of course, and the Hogfather was a very old god.

“Well then scare the into doing it.”

"Oh okay." Quoth flew down. "So whatcha doing?"

"Taking a break." she said, entering a grimy pub called 'Biers'. Susan didn't like Biers but went there anyway, when the pressure of being normal got too much. Beirs, despite the smell and the drink and the company, had one important virtue. In Biers, nobody took any notice. Of anything. Biers was where the undead drank. And when Igor the barman was asked for a Bloody Mary, he didn't mix a metaphor. Everyone in Biers drank alone, even when the were in groups. Or packs. Despite the decorations put up inexpertly by Igor* to show willing, Biers was not a family place. At all. Family was a subject Susan liked to avoid.

*He'd done his best. But black and purple and vomit colored were not a good color combination for paper chains, and no Hogswatch fairy doll should be nailed up by it's head.

"Cheery joint. What a serendipitous place." Quoth muttered.
(I gtg. See ya!)

Will shrugged, “Mortals are willing to almost do anything if there given the right price.”

"THAT'S WHAT I'M AFRAID OF. METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING OF COURSE AS I DO NOT FEEL FEAR. IT IS NOT A SIMPLE JOB WHERE YOU PAY SOMEONE AND THEY DO AS THEY ARE TOLD. NO, IT IS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH. IT MUST BE DONE SO THE SUN WILL COME UP." he said. Old gods do new jobs, of course, and the Hogfather was a very old god.

“Well then scare the into doing it.”

"NO, IT WOULD DO NO GOOD. FEAR IS NOT A MOTIVATOR."

"Cheery joint. What a serendipitous place." Quoth muttered.
(I gtg. See ya!)

(Bye!) "It works for me." she said.

Will shrugged, “Mortals are willing to almost do anything if there given the right price.”

"THAT'S WHAT I'M AFRAID OF. METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING OF COURSE AS I DO NOT FEEL FEAR. IT IS NOT A SIMPLE JOB WHERE YOU PAY SOMEONE AND THEY DO AS THEY ARE TOLD. NO, IT IS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH. IT MUST BE DONE SO THE SUN WILL COME UP." he said. Old gods do new jobs, of course, and the Hogfather was a very old god.

“Well then scare the into doing it.”

"NO, IT WOULD DO NO GOOD. FEAR IS NOT A MOTIVATOR."

“… well I’m out of ideas then.”

(Aren't you going to introduce Zeno? IDK, your choice.)

"THERE MAY BE SOMEONE….." Death said.

(I don’t want to yet.

Because I have no idea. •-•)

“Like…?”

"BUT IT WOULD BE DIFFICULT TO CONVINCE THEM TO HELP."

“I’m sure you’ll manage.”

"SHE WOULD DENY MY VERY EXISTENCE. OF COURSE, ANYONE WOULD HAVE A HARD TIME ACCEPTING THAT DEATH WAS THEIR GRANDFATHER." he said, his voice seeming slightly…. but that would be impossible…… scared? Not of his granddaughter, but of the prospect of breaking the news to her. Of course, he wasn't scared at all. Or was he?

“Then show them concrete proof. Plus I’m sure why have noticed their supernatual abilities.”

(I'm back!)

(I'm back!)

(Hi!)

“Then show them concrete proof. Plus I’m sure why have noticed their supernatual abilities.”

"YOU MAKE A GOOD POINT. BUT SHE HAS RARELY EVER USED HER ABILITIES TO THEIR FULL EXTENT, ONLY IF FORCED TOO. I DOUBT THAT WOULD HELP."

"Cheery joint. What a serendipitous place." Quoth muttered.
(I gtg. See ya!)

(Bye!) "It works for me." she said.

(This is what Susan last said to Quoth)

Quoth cocked her head, perching on Susan's shoulder. "Alrighty then."

“Then show them concrete proof. Plus I’m sure why have noticed their supernatual abilities.”

"YOU MAKE A GOOD POINT. BUT SHE HAS RARELY EVER USED HER ABILITIES TO THEIR FULL EXTENT, ONLY IF FORCED TOO. I DOUBT THAT WOULD HELP."

“Honestly she’ll probably start being convicened when she sees the fact that you’re a functioning skeleton.”

"FAIR POINT. YOU HAVE ME THERE. BUT I STILL DOUBT…" Death trailed off.

Quoth cocked her head, perching on Susan's shoulder. "Alrighty then."

"Gin and tonic." she told Igor. Unless you weren't choosy, it paid to order a clear drink when you visited Biers because Igor also had undirected ideas about what you could put on a cocktail stick. If you saw something green and spherical in your drink, you had to hope it was an olive.

"FAIR POINT. YOU HAVE ME THERE. BUT I STILL DOUBT…" Death trailed off.

“Then kill something next to her.” Will shrugged, “Or something.”

"I DO NOT KILL. I AM NOT ALLOWED TO KILL UNLESS IN SPECIAL CIRCUMSTANCES." Death said. His job was to collect the souls of the dead rather than to actually kill. Getting killed was human's own business, he just took on from that point. "AND THIS CIRCUMSTANCE WOULD BE INAPPROPRIATE."

“What if I killed.”

"NOR ARE YOU ALLOWED TO KILL." Death said firmly. "DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, IT IS NOT AN OPTION TO COMMIT POINTLESS MURDER."

Quoth cocked her head, perching on Susan's shoulder. "Alrighty then."

"Gin and tonic." she told Igor. Unless you weren't choosy, it paid to order a clear drink when you visited Biers because Igor also had undirected ideas about what you could put on a cocktail stick. If you saw something green and spherical in your drink, you had to hope it was an olive.

Quoth edged her way off of Susan's arm and onto the table. She swagger over to the edge of the table, watching a stray cat in the corner.

"Oi, you ain't 'llowed to 'ave familiars or pets 'nless they can change back to 'uman on demand." Igor said to Susan, glaring at Quoth.

(Can Quoth do that?)