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[shelley_winters]

With a little ingenuity, some flat stones and a pen, Shelley had managed to make a substitute chess board - each stone marked according to the piece it is to represent. K for king, Q for queen, lots of small P's. She had run through all the moves carefully, and moved directly on - she has no doubt that he will remember. Not that she minds if he makes mistakes...

"The King cannot be taken, only rendered immobile, which would be the object of the game. All the others can. If you get a pawn to the opposite side of the board after your Queen has been taken, you can exchange the two and get her back."

Shelley deliberates, eyeing her makeshift board thoughtfully.

"Um. I'll think if there's anything I've missed. Want to ask anything?"

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[shelley_winters]

She looks over coolly.

"It is not as if I have much else to do. Anywhere, I suppose. My rooms."

Wherever it ends up being, he will not be there. She'll make sure of that, at least.

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Ishamael nodded calmly and turned as if to walk out the room. His voice was cool, if not unfriendly.

"As you wish."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley sighs quietly, not bothering to watch him leave, and sits slowly down on the bed, trying to swallow her disappointment. It was worth it. It was. It's just a party, after all. It will probably be boring, but just a party.

And she still gets to go back. For a couple of days. She rubs a hand slowly across her forehead, feeling tired. She always feels tired, these days.

Abdiel nudges at her ankle affectionately and after a moment she lifts him up with her.