[ fifty-one ]

[fatespoken]

∞ [ private to self][ not hackable ]

[ as noted on a private entry on his device ]


TO BUY:
→ Cat Food
→ Ledge?
or
→Picture Frames
→ Captain Morgan
→ Gloves

[ on the table in his living room, placed on top of a photograph there's small sheet of paper covered in neat handwritten print— ]


Out of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me,
Whispering, I love you, before long I die,
I have travel’d a long way, merely to look on you, to touch you,
For I could not die till I once look’d on you,
For I fear’d I might afterward lose you.

(Now we have met, we have look’d, we are safe;
Return in peace to the ocean, my love;
I too am part of that ocean, my love—we are not so much separated;
Behold the great rondure—the cohesion of all, how perfect!
But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separate us,
As for an hour, carrying us diverse—yet cannot carry us diverse for ever;
Be not impatient—a little space—Know you, I salute the air, the ocean and the
land,
Every day, at sundown, for your dear sake, my love.)

-- that's the one you liked, wasn't it? I remember.

[/private]



∞ [ private to peter pevensie ][ not hackable]

I found a picture of yours.

[/private]



∞ [ private to shilo ][ not hackable ]

Hey, Shilo. I think I have something that belongs to you.

[/private]



∞ [ private to adrian veidt ][ not hackable]

If you want it, I'll drop it come pick it up tomorrow. Otherwise it's going in the trash.

[/private]



∞ [ private to eden ][ not hackable ]

I have one of your pictures. You don't have to answer this if you don't want to. I'll slip it into your mailbox, otherwise.

[/private]


Wasn't that bad of a curse this time around, assuming you aren't some type of water creature. I'm referring to the deluge of photos, not the collective fashion disaster. For all their misgivings and idiotic April Fools jokes, you have to at least admire the ingenuity of some of their tricks. The logistics of plucking specific memories from an entire City full of people, transposing them photo form is hardly simple. To stick their hands into our brains, so many brains, without fucking anything up, admittedly takes skill.

Still, most of their tricks are moronic and pointless.

A LATER EDIT: No, it's not 80's night at the Blue Light. No, you won't get a discount if you come in costume.

[ ooc: Backdated to Saturday around 7 PM? The links in the private entry are real links, except pretend they are from stores in the City.

He is also cursed and currently dressed in gray ACID (sob typo) wash jeans, chucks, oversized sweatshirt, and eyeliner. If you are a Broo Lightian, you are free to comment log. And laugh at the fact that his balls can't breathe. DX Yes, even his hair has more body. ]

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[fatespoken]

[ In the same tone of voice he's used this entire time. ]

You're welcome.

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[adamantined]

I do believe what I want to believe about you. That hasn't changed.

[Which is mainly that there is more than meets the eye but that is neither here nor there.]

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[adamantined]

That was the only one?

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[fatespoken]

The only one I found. I wouldn't keep it from you, if there was.

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[fatespoken]

I haven't seen you on the floor tonight.

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[adamantined]

Well, I appreciate that.

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[adamantined]

I'm filling up the sugar caddies and rolling silverware.

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[fatespoken]

But it looks like a busy night tonight. You should give Ginny a hand.

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[adamantined]

Ginny has a wand.

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[fatespoken]

Yes, she has a wand. Do you have a problem with witches, Claire?

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[adamantined]

Yes. I have so much of a problem that I live with two.

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[fatespoken]

Then you should go out there and help her.

[ He's curious, okay. ]

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[adamantined]

Are you at the bar?

[Die in a fire, Amory.]

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[fatespoken]

Where else would I be on a Saturday night?

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[adamantined]

I was hoping under a rock somewhere but -

[EXASPERATED SIGH and a door opens.]

I swear to God, if you laugh at me I'm going to break a glass in your eyes.

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[fatespoken]

[ ... and surprisingly, or surprisingly not, Amory doesn't laugh. What room does he have to laugh when he's dressed up as he is? ]

You dressed as an idiot like the rest of us. Don't consider yourself a special case.

ACTION?

[adamantined]

[Claire suddenly appears with her arms crossed and her hair outrageously teased. She's gotten the short end of the stick when it comes to 80's high fashion: somewhere along the lines of suburban middle class.]

I'm too busy considering you a headcase.

time won't give me time;

[fatespoken]

[ He raises an eyebrow to this, the edge of straight front teeth catching his bottom lip to save himself from a laugh. He told himself he wasn't going to laugh, prepared himself for it, but seeing Claire in full light decked in 80's regalia is too laughable. Even when considering his eyelinered-self. ]

Gorgeous, Claire.

time won't give me time;

[adamantined]

Nice pants, Amory.

[This is said as she bends behind the bar to pick out the apron that she stored there earlier on her way in, before most of the other staff arrived so that she could escape marginally unscathed. The majority of her appearance wouldn't be so awful if not for her hair.]

Don't forget. You. Glass. Your eyes.

time won't give me time;

[fatespoken]

[ The mention of pants returns him to the discomfort he had earlier shunted out of his mind. Why do they make pants this tight? Why would anyone wear pants that would crush their balls? These are all questions that have stumped Amory tonight, questions that are better left to his mind's voice and not to Claire's ears.

He pulls at one suffocating pant leg absentmindedly, all while making his observation of her bird's nest unmistakable. It's impossible not to stare. ]

Because you're really that frightening.

time won't give me time;

[adamantined]

[Claire exhales sharply, a large tuft of hair blowing out of her face and her eyes but not enough, not for her. One hand goes up to push it back and hold it down. This is problematic, as she can't tie her apron around her waist with only one hand, so her frizzy, frizzy hair drifts down again, obscuring her ridiculous make up.]

I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or being serious about that right now. [She pauses, tying off her apron with a vicious tug, then leans against the bar with her arms crossed.] Either way, I'm suggesting only the most complicated drinks as a form of punishment.

time won't give me time;

[fatespoken]

Works for me. The more complicated, the more challenging it is to put together. You could even ask them if they want custom drinks.

[ The end of his sentence is clipped by the loud thump of thunk of a empty tonic bottle hitting the bottom of an empty trash can. Even as he tossed the bottle, his line of vision hadn't strayed from pointing out the absurdity that is Claire's hair, following Claire's movements as she shifts position. He hasn't even remarked on the make up yet. So much to do, so little time. ]

If you cut off the hair, do you think it would grow back straight? [ For all his teasing, honesty and curiosity lies at the root of this question.. ]

time won't give me time;

[adamantined]

[She's well-rehearsed in throwing people dirty looks, darkening her eyes and cocking her head so that the implication behind it is delivered just right. In a way she's grateful to Amory for this: Claire never really gets the chance to just be nasty to people for the sake of being nasty. It's a double treat that he annoys her so much, enough that any innocently curious question brings out that dark look, cocked head.

Because innocently curious questions are never really innocent with Amory, though she supposes they can just be curious.]

I'm not cutting off my hair just to find out. The real question is, will your balls ever breathe again now that they've been trapped in the chemical warfare that is your pants? [Claire turns to leave, then thinks better of it and turns back around again, hands flat on the bar.] Oh, do you want me to leave the lid off the trashcan later so that you can nose around in it?

[It's not every day Claire can compare him to a raccoon.]

time won't give me time;

[fatespoken]

[ There's a shell of a laugh at her expression, barely perceptible in sound, noted more by the sudden shake of his shoulders. That expression is old news to him, both in that he's quite aware of the hostility Claire feels toward him-- she basically bleeds it out, secondly because he's accustomed to it. Presenting a caustic demeanor to the world earns you dark expressions in return. It's as expected as two plus two equals four. ]

You should have left it at the chemical warfare part. [ A tilt of his head as a grin encompasses his features. ] The raccoon reference was admittedly pretty weak.

time won't give me time;

[adamantined]

I wasn't going for strong insults or winning any contests. I was going for the truth.

[Pushing off of the bar, Claire brushes her impossible hair back - it really should be impossible - and then reaches for a towel, tossing it to him.]

If you wipe it off, will it come back?