2019-08-04 - Not Weird at All

Nothing like your lawyer telling you a chunk of your father's estate just over a quarter mil goes to some spawned child he's never deigned to tell anyone about. It's taken time to process and she's stopped speaking to her mother all together in the last few days up to, and including, the burial.

She did, for all purposes send word to said Lawyer (whom she's also mad at) to invite Frankie to a luncheon at the Addington House in the sun room. Yes she's wearing black, yes it's couture. Yes the black walnut Queen Anne clawtooth appendage is attached to her leg leaving her part architect/part architecture.

If she was expecting someone to turn up that looked like they belonged, then Hyacinth is probably going to be very disappointed by Frankie. The girl probably doesn't own a designer label in anything, and while she does wear black it's not nice, funeral style clothes. The red head makes her way into the sunroom when shown, dressed in a black jeans, black Converse and a black t-shirt with something witty and occult related on it. Everything is clean. But not expensive, the shoes are the most expensive and they look well worn to be several years old.

Is Hyacinth judging?
Well she's breaking and conscious so she's likely judging.
She's judging.

Hyacinth's expression remains as difficult a read as it ever is to pinpoint what the results of that judgement are... but she's a judging. There's a smile though, while not in entertainment volumes, is there.

She stands, shoe and fabrication making a poised tik-tak-tik-tak crossing the wood floor. "Well I see you've decided to be your own woman today. God knows we need one less kiss-ass in this town trying to impress and having no idea what the point of it is." The smile settles a bit more genuine. "Hyacinth. Nice to meet you. You can just call me Hya."

"Frankie." If she's being judged it is possible that she a) doesn't care or b) is so very used to it, see a. Either way, Frankie doesn't look very ruffled by anything so far, except there is a noticable look downwards. But her attention is back on Hyacinth's face a second later, "I'm not...really sure. I didn't know him." It's a bit broken, and a bit uncertain as actual awkwardness settles in.

Hyacinth arches both eyebrows, "Well if we claimed to after this week we'd be hypocrites given all that's happened." There's a faint twist of a smile. She turns and waves her in towards the chair.

"I think we both have questions but I can't imagine how rather strange and unfair this is to you." She pauses and blinks, waving her hand, "I literally have no...scope of that. But... if you have questions you're entitled to them regardless of what mother says... or wants. So tell me. What is it you do." She pauses glancing around the room suspicious of it. it'd damn well better behave right now. "And do you have any food allergies?"

"I'm a psychic." Because that can't possibly at all be a weird answer to that question. "Mom opened a parlor down on the Boardwalk when I was a kid, and I run it now." Frankie waits after she shares that, like she just knows there might be histronics or laughter as an answer. Or doubt. "I can't eat strawberries....makes my mouth itch. But that's the only food allergy that I know of."

Hyacinth sends a text off murmuring, "Nooo,...Strawberry...mojitos..." And sent! fingers, sparkly and manicured, lacing under her chin listening. Cuuuuurious! Hazel green eyes squin listening intently. "Soooo do you hear voices then? See things?" She pauses shifting a side glance to the room and back to Frankie.

"This ballroom might be haunted. So you are aware. I'm uses it though so they can fuck off and wait their turn. How's..." Her hand swirls in a circle, "How's that all work for you exactly?" She so BADLY wants to ask what her mother's like, but refrains.

"Honestly? Do you want the honest answers or the ones I use because this is my only source of income and I can barely make ends meet since mom fucked off when I was sixteen?" Frankie wonders, her brows lifting upwards very faintly, hands tucking into the pockets of her jeans, "I'm sure the ballroom is haunted, a lot of things around town are. But no, I don't actually just hear voices, and I don't see any more or less ghosts than other people do. I can get emotional hits, and I can read body language."

Hyacinth lets a sly smile creep up into her expression. "Lies are for the stupid and the sleeping. You're safe from reprisal here." Or at least from that. Eyebrows arching there's a look. OH the fucking look. Her lower eyelids pull up and the woman shakes her head splaying fingers on her forehead. "I don't suppose you know of anyone that does * work with ghost so I can summon up the man and slap the hell out of him? Because this is some shit and entirely *unbecoming of an Addington to do this to our own. He's not in fucking high school." It's not often her feelings surface but now and then her professional demeanor gets tinted in hue by them.

"On behalf of the family I'm sorry that your father was a selfish dipshit and had to die before he pulled his head out of his ass. That's... not alright."

"I never knew he existed." Frankie points out, which sounds confusing, so she clarifies just a bit, "I knew I had a father, but mother never mentioned who. She always said he was just some passing fling...she had enough that I never thought anything of it." Frankie then shakes her head, "I might know of a guy, but I don't know if he'd be able to do anything like that. Not really. Besides that, it's fine. I didn't need him then, and I don't need someone to summon him up to slap him....I'm sure that he had his reasons for never coming forward."

Hyacinth blinks and squints just a bit listening. Eyebrows arch at the notice someone might be able to fix this. She looks rather confused when Frankie says it's fine. "Fine? Oh this is for me, grandmo TV her, and the rest of the family. Whatever his reasons were? They were stupid."

Pausing she adds as an afterthought, "Also he's one of five recent Addington deaths. For your sake, you ought to know that... because this town talks. "

"I've heard the rumblings about the Addington deaths....as you say, this town talks." Frankie replies with a fraction of a nod, her attention shifting off towards the right for a moment, staring at some point in the air, "I'm not sure what you're expecting, I'm not going to try and get anything from you or your family. I'll take what was left to me, and then you don't ever have to see me again." There's a slight shake of her head as she glances back towards Hyacinth, "So. You don't need to worry about some bastard kid running around messing up the Addington way."

Hyacinth arches an eyebrow and flaps a hand at the table. "Feel free to sit and,... no that's not what I'm presently concerned about. In spite rumor and perception. Primarily? Your well-being and safety which has been... substandard as it turns out. So if I'm angry about anything it's poor planning, but also you being left out there in the world garden like a neglected succulent." Hands turn up with a smile, "But look! You survived and in that I am incredibly proud of you."

Looking around the room one side of her cheek pulls in and she considers, "I was never an only child, Frankie." She pauses and rolls her hand with a flat expression, "I mean I was for a year and a half and I was too foolish to enjoy it while it lasted." Because infants will be judged too apparently. "But this isn't about you impinging on some insecurity. Father did wrong by you and also robbed us both of many things in that." Hya stops and offers with some shred of her honest humanity, "When your mother passed something should have been done then. And had we known it would have been. Which is also why I'm not speaking with my mother right now. When they grow up I'll speak to them like fucking adults, but we sadly cannot change the past."

"Mother didn't die." Frankie points out with a shake of her head, "She left." Which is a whole world different than dying, really. "And my well-being and safety was just fine, it wasn't substandard." She seems to be growing more tense as the conversation goes on, eyes shifting left and right before she shakes her head, "You know...this was a bad idea. I'm not..." She waves her hands, indicating the room and all of it's things. And herself. And how very normal she is in all of this.

Hyacinth turns her steely Hazel eyes on Frankie and considers a the words with a nod, and a small glance offering, "You want to just... get out of here and get a burger? I could kinda kill for something with bacon on it., and... I'm..." She takes a deep breath and closes a hand, "Look, I'm not great with... people. I'm good with buildings. And it might seem a lot but," She fishes for the words lacing her fingers flat, palms up, "Some may be concerned with what others think, I'm concerned I had a sister and no one told me. It means something to me. You don't have to be," Her hand flaps at the museum's infrastructure, "this. You need to be you. That's it."

"I'll never be like this." Frankie is well aware of her limitations, and one such limitation is that she was never raised as an Addington. She'll never be like those that were born with the name. "But I wouldn't mind getting a burger."