Clara gets Jordan settled in for the night, sits down in the armchair for a moment and is instantly asleep.
Wersh and Great Algerstonia
Remember how I mentioned how Tropical Storm Chantal formed in the Atlantic? Yeah, over off the western coast of Mexico in the Pacific Ocean we now have Tropical Depression TEN-E, whose first advisory was issued just 12 hours after Chantal's first advisory. TD Ten-E is supposed to upgrade to Tropical Storm Ivo within 12 hours; and become a Category 1 hurricane within 56 hours.
Charlie takes care of Jordan whenever he fusses. Somehow come morning he is still a functioning human being at the bar.
OOC: Firgured I would tell you the legal age of pretty much everything in Wersh is 17, as that is conscription age. Charlie did his 2 years and got out.
Hi, I am hosting a treasure fest in my capital, treasure fest includes exhibitions, research, sports and even activities. Send your talented youths to the regionals and to show your country's accomplishments and win medals to make your country and your scientists, artists, youths, Athletes and students proud.
Clara smiles and sorts through the Snapper's answering machine, listening carefully.
It's the rattling noise as she puts the phone back in its cradle that alerts Charlie. When he looks over, Clara is holding Jordan like a teddy bear and she looks angry as hell. "It seems I'm embarrassing the family."
"Not a word since I left. I guess they heard it from someone." Jordan looks up with puzzled eyes; Clara shushes him and tries to keep her voice mellow. "Disgraceful for a girl to be living in this establishment, blah blah blah, also they think Jordan's yours. And that you're paying me."
Charlie looks at Clara for a moment. "If you want to be paid I can arrange for that. As for Jordan, let them think what they want. You know the truth, and that's good enough for me. Next time they call, put me on the line."
Wirrabuk and Brethren