Someone had been avoiding her. And when he was not outright avoiding, back to acting like the Mr. Priest she'd first met back in May.
Emma was starting to lose patience with this game. A quick telepathic scan confirmed he was in his room -- most likely drinking -- so here she was, dressed in an almost-demure swimsuit and holding her towel and sunscreen as she rapped on his door. "I find myself in need of assistance, Mr. Priest, if you would be so kind as to open the door."
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Date: 2010-02-23 03:46 pm (UTC)Emma was starting to lose patience with this game. A quick telepathic scan confirmed he was in his room -- most likely drinking -- so here she was, dressed in an almost-demure swimsuit and holding her towel and sunscreen as she rapped on his door. "I find myself in need of assistance, Mr. Priest, if you would be so kind as to open the door."