Château Guillard

[nevermissspider]

Anyone who dares arrive at Château Guillard should hope they were invited unless they are able to avoid the deadly aim of it's current owner and her high power custom sniper rifle.

And should you not be invited, your next best hope is that she is currently away on mission for Talon.

Located near Annecy in southeastern France. For hundreds of years, it was the estate of the influential Guillard family, until it gradually fell into disrepair after the family’s power waned in the decades after the French Revolution.

Recently however some very lucky repairmen have been hired to restore parts of the Château. They are always paid very well for their discretion however.

(( OOC: This is a catch all for any PSLs for Widowmaker.))

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[1337haxor]

Three days after their conversation-with only a cursory 'on my way' message announcing her impending arrival between now and then-Olivia found herself at the door of Chateau Guillard. With an invitation from its owner, she considered herself safe enough-if trusting Amelie was somehow a mistake, if this had all been some extremely elaborate trap, then Olivia would simply have to suffer the consequences of her trust.

Wearing a simple (for Olivia, at least) summer dress and with a bag packed for a short stay, she knocked on the door before sending another text to make sure Amelie knew she was there.

[nevermissspider]

Widowmaker still wasn't entirely sure what had possessed her to invite the hacker to her sanctuary. Their night of lewd exchanges had left her with feelings and emotions that her programming didn't want her to have and so in the time that had passed they had faded...though not disappeared entirely.

No because each night as The Widowmaker lay down to rest she would dream. Usually of her past life and of the woman she used to be. But lately more and more frequently, she would dream of her.

And so she did not shoot when she saw the boat on the water bringing the younger girl to her home. She waited patiently at the door and opened it only after she confirmed that no one had followed Sombra.

She was clad in her usual work attire, her jumpsuit zipped up only as much as it had to be, her goggles perched on her head. A stark contrast to the more casual attire that Olivia had chosen.

"Welcome." She greeted her with an air of stiffness. She moved as gracefully and proper as she ever did with her perfect posture and her calculated moves but her stare which until now had always been stern and cold had a flicker of warmth to it. Barely noticeable unless you knew to look. She drew back the door enough to allow Olivia into the main entrance hall.

[1337haxor]

Somehow, Olivia hadn't been expecting quite that level of stiffness from Amelie. Perhaps she thought that she'd gotten through further than she had; perhaps the other woman had simply regressed. But at least she was welcoming her. Stepping in where offered, she immediately marveled at the sheer size of the entrance hall, even if she wanted to keep her gaze squarely on her hostess.

"You know, I don't think I ever realized just how big a place this is. And you live here alone, right?" He own apartments-she had a few different locations that she used, after all-were all small, bed and bath affairs. Even the most permanent one in her hometown only had a couple of extra rooms.

[nevermissspider]

"It is easier to maintain secrecy without a staff." Amelie noted as she closed and locked the main doors before leading Olivia towards the study. "I have prepared some apéritifs and vin rouge, unless you would prefer to see your room first?"

It felt strange to be cordial to someone in this place. Everyone she had brought into her home previously had been hired so she treated them accordingly. As staff.

Olivia was...something else. Someone else. And so without being able to express her emotions clearly her mind defaulted to subservience and aristocratic manners.