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Your mother is in all ways an exacting and diligent woman, fuelled in all she does by a seemingly limitless nervous energy and a (possibly compulsive) tendency to meticulously sweat every detail on every task to which she applies herself, frequently to the point of Dad having to outright order her to breathe and take a rest when one runs long. You do not doubt that at least for the two-or-so hours since she got home, she has been ceaselessly preparing the house for the occasion of your return; shining surfaces, dicing ingredients and sweeping floors. For the eight-or-so-hours before that she would have seen about the archival of documents or maybe the restauration of statuary in much the same perpetual productive frenzy. And as per usual, she would have previously eaten and slept very little, consumed merely one pot of coffee at 12 PM -sharp- and spent her entire lunch break on other chores around town.
It has, on the one hand, made her a widely respected woman whom only very few people in Beechburgh don't hold in high regard. But it has also left her high-strung and emotional, and even as you brook the subject eating at you most it is with some degree of trepidation: "<span class="mu-g">I realised my sister is my enemy.</span>"
The mild concern on her slim white face immediately flickers, momentarily grappling with sudden anguish and a kind of exasperation before settling into a stony resolve made somewhat eerier by its lack of expression. "Max, your sister is-" - "<span class="mu-g">I overheard her on the phone just now.</span>" No point getting interrupted now. "<span class="mu-g">She's planning for her dumb friends to come over; told them to say they were here to congratulate me.</span>"
The welcome hug she'd held so far falls away as she fixes you with a stern glare, a sudden steel within her voice warning you to listen close: "Maximilian Power! You do <span class="mu-i">not</span> cut me off when I talk to you! Your sister is grounded for breaking the table. Old Mr Borly from across the street got alerted by your little scene this morning and came over, thinking we were being robbed. You're both lucky he recognised her before calling the police. Rachel is forbidden from using her phone and from seeing anybody until I call for dinner. If it weren't your big day, you'd get much the same treatment! I <span class="mu-i">suggest</span> that you seek her out, make up and find some way for <span class="mu-i">both</span> my children to behave tonight, or I swear that neither of you's going to leave in the morning till after the holidays! You still have about ten minutes until dinner's done."
>"But Mom, I swear she was on her phone! She should still have it now!" (Roll 1d100)
>Acquiesce to her demand and seek Sis out alone
>Cut your losses and get cleaned up for dinner
>Other (Write-in)
