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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 11, 2015 13:47:11 GMT -8
If Leo was going to get the host with the most alone, maybe Quinn could shimmy thru the shadows to get a second crack at his red supply...
Chuck- "Gettin' ta know everybody. Parties are the source, gurl."
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Post by Trinity on Jan 14, 2015 18:55:54 GMT -8
It was time to move things along. She didn't want to talk to Chuck any longer than she had to, just long enough to drink her fill.. "Getting to know everyone can be hassle. Speaking of, is there somewhere where we can.. Get to know each other?" She ran a hand through her hair, putting on her best smolder-face, "Y'know.. Privately?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 14, 2015 19:07:36 GMT -8
Chuck- "..."
Chuck- "Whoa gurl. You gotta take it easy, baby. Live for the ride, not the destination. Like, it's the circle of life n shit." Damn that was deep.
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 14, 2015 22:24:20 GMT -8
To Leo -In response to Leo's protective declaration, Quinn leaned in and, in a voice decidedly more...well...decisive than was his usual tone, he whispered low."To be honest? I want to learn to take care of problems by myself. I'm rubbish at this hypnotism lark. I refuse to be rubbish at defending myself as well.Being unable to stand up for himself was getting tiresome and he'd very nearly reached his limit at being pushed around. He'd trained his hands to do wondrous things, so perhaps his body could be more easily trained than his mind. At the moment, however, his body AND his mind were getting more hungry by the minute.To Chuck - "Steady on, old thing. I think my sister meant she just wants to get to know the valiant chap who stepped in on my behalf. Come to think of it, I'm not sure she's been properly introduced. What do you say? At least come and let us get you a drink?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 14, 2015 23:01:12 GMT -8
At least in his distraction he forgot about the shouting thing.
Chuck- "I dunno, lil' dogg. Maybe I should cool it, like, ya aren't supposed to mix medicines and alcohol, ya'kna'a'mean?"
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 15, 2015 8:48:44 GMT -8
That piqued his interest at least a little bit."Medicine? Why, dear boy, are you unwell?" Then, something occurred to him."...Or is this medication of the 'recreational' variety?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 16, 2015 2:46:42 GMT -8
Chuck- "What do you all think?" He smelled like semi-clean man, sweat, mixed fibers, rubbing alcohol, citrus, and the insides of a freshly opened bottle of over the counter medication. The magic 8 ball says try again later.
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Post by Trinity on Jan 16, 2015 16:32:25 GMT -8
Leo chose to ignore Quinn's comment for now, more interested in Chuck. She didn't really know what to think. Drinking alcohol while on most kinds of medicine is a medical no-no, but what kind of medicine could Chuck possibly be taking? The host of a party, where alcohol is in abundance? "..what are you on?"
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 16, 2015 23:23:07 GMT -8
Quinn was rapidly losing his patience for figuring dear Chuck out, charming chap though he was. Hunger was making his already tenuous grasp of societal niceties all the more frayed."Well, dear fellow, I find myself in need of some medication as well. I should go. Get some, that is. Go get something to make myself feel better." Maybe he could find someone drugged or drunk enough that they wouldn't ask questions.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 17, 2015 1:36:11 GMT -8
Chuck- "I'm high on LIIIIIFe! Woo!" Or maybe something y'all don't recognize the scent of.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 21, 2015 6:02:05 GMT -8
Quinn fell naturally into lurking while Leo worked. She was pretty good at getting just the right feel for how to take Chuck down - the contrast between that and his own social awkwardness was possibly a bit painful. Anyway, she realized Chuck felt some need to be easy with her because he had a sense she was young, so she let him think he was being the knight in white satin to her damselry - just a bit, pulling back the other way enough to keep her street cred.
At last they were alone in his room upstairs, and she manufactured an argument as an excuse to punch his lights out. His blood tasted faintly like craft glue, and she and delurking Quinn got jazzed up and paranoid off of it. They couldn't bring themselves to leave his room for twenty minutes. On the plus side, in their fear, they got some instinctive training in shadow powers.
At last they came down and hung out downstairs.
Ru found Quinn & Leo in the Corner of Solitude and they discussed the evening's events. A séance! Ghosts! Tattoos or not! Leo's attention span wasn't up to it, so she bounced around talking to people at random a while.
Eventually Ru was texted by Tristan, who said he forgot to tell him earlier, but he didn't need a ride home. Sarah had come and collected him. Frowny emoji. So Ru was free to hang out as log as he liked.
At last Babette and Ellen collared Leo and she said her goodbyes to Quinn & Ru before going home. Then Ru kept waiting until shortly before dawn when Wilhelm came back to give Quinn and August a ride home, before he went out to the find his borrowed Dragomir car and do the drive himself.
He was so daysick by the time he got home that he nearly crashed three times.
At the Casa Marchese, all was in peace. At the new abbey, Leo was kept awake until dawn by Babette's scrawling in some kind of journal. Having been kept up till dawn, she rifled through her bag of art supplies, found a small canvas, and began to draw a rough sketch of the new abbey on it. Soon, she had erased all fly-away lines, and had a solid outline of the abbey, just as she remembered when she first arrived there.
Not long after and satisfied with her canvas so far, she slid the work in progress under her bed and conked out. Dreamland, ho!
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