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thepattern) wrote2032-11-07 01:56 pm
thepattern) wrote2032-11-07 01:56 pm
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tfln overflow - for @helpdesk_hero
Soon, then.
[ He arrives in just about the amount of time he said he would, garbed appropriately for this Shadow Earth, in a tasteful ensemble made up of grey slacks and a black shirt. He finds David easily, having manifested himself at the correct place out of his own desire to meet up with his friend, and enters the establishment with a certain swagger in his step. ]
There you are. I hope I haven't missed too much of the fun.
Re: tfln overflow - for @helpdesk_hero
[David, on the other hand, was far from blandly dressed. If you're going black, you need to ACCENT Corwin. Like David was, with a bright orange blazer. He took up a shot of rum and passed it over to the man.]
The bartenders just threw out someone who climbed onto the bar to dance.
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Sounds like I should have hurried.
[ Not really. Bar dancing isn't exactly worth a hellride, in his estimation. ]
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If you really care, I recorded it.
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[ If he really cared to witness those kinds of antics, he would have made more of an effort to get there sooner. ]
But really, though, I just don't get people's desires to record everything nowadays. Maybe it's me showing my age, but I remember back when we would just use our memories to remember things.
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[Geez, old people.]
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[ But, he would say that. As a former bard and penner of ballads. ]
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It can be embellished and still seen
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Agree to disagree. I believe you promised me a drink?
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[They do disagree, and he doesn't mind that at all.]
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He waves over the bartender and orders a beer. Then thumbs in David's direction with an added: ] Courtesy of my gracious host.
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Welcome back to Earth-616. Enjoy the shadow.
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tfln overflow - for @cards
Gilted edges? I already spent $190 on the damn ID, now you want me to spring for gilted edges, too?
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The dark circles under her eyes are almost bruise like, and her lips are dry and cracked. She looks like she's just coming out of a bad case of the flu, rather than just one night's work.
She should probably just fall into bed and get some rest, but she's not quite ready for that yet. She doesn't feel like facing the dreams that may come.
She hates days like this. Days when she is reminded of the fact that she isn't nearly as jaded as she acts like she is.
With a frustrated grunt, she grabs her phone and sends off a text to Corwin. He's always good for a distraction. ]
Hey.
1. Do you want to hang out today?
2. Would you mind giving me a hug or two?
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He's not really up to anything when he gets Vivienne's text. Settling some business deal that will help him further down the line. But that will take a few more days to accomplish, so there's absolutely nothing stopping him from traversing Shadow all the way to Vivienne's version of London. So, fetching himself a horse, he shoots back a text. ]
1. Sure. Why not?
2. That can be arranged.
It might take me some time to get there. Shall I pick up anything on my way?
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1. If you really want a "why not": I look and feel like shit so I can't promise I'll be much fun.
2. Thank you.
I might honestly need some of that horrible monster coffee you made yourself.
And maybe some takeout.
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Takeout and monster coffee it is. Give me an hour.
[ It ends up being more like an hour fifteen, but Corwin really didn't want to push himself for a hellride, and he had to swap the horse for a car in an adjacent Shadow before stopping to pick up the food and beverages. But, an hour and fifteen minutes later, there he is, ringing her bell. ]
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Her apartment is just one fairly big room with her bed hidden behind a screen divider that has a stylized lizard motif on it. Most of the walls are as covered in shelving as she has been able to make them to cram in a ridiculous amount if books, and there is an old apothecary cupboard where she keeps various ingredients for her spell work.
By one of the large windows ( bless tis high ceiling) is the aforementioned armchair.
The floor is covered in thick wool rugs with bright colours and intricate patterns. They don't go together super well and the effect is somewhat chaotic, but they are a delight to walk on and that's what matters.
There is a small dining table with four chairs surrounding it that she cleared off the accumulated dishes for most of the week while she waited for Cordon to arrive.
Now she opens the door wide, gesturing for him to come inside. ]
Hi, thanks for coming. What do I owe you for the food?
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How about a conversation? Does that seem like a fair enough exchange rate?
[ He lingers for a moment, then pulls back to give her a smile, before moving to set his purchases down on the cleared off table. ]
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Deal.
[ She joins him at the table to peek into the bags, and then picks up one of the caffeine bombs to have a sip. ]
You were right, it just tastes like sweet coffee.
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[ Considerably rare, considering he purchased it in an adjacent Shadow. ]
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Vivienne starts to free the takeout from the bag, her stomach audibly growling as the smell of food wafts through the air.
She's not a picky eater (aside from the fact that she's a vegan), but she still very much appreciates Corwin's ability to bring the good stuff. ]
Special treatment, I like it.
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[ He wouldn't make lengthy excursions through Shadow for just anyone.
Knowing her dietary preferences, Corwin made sure to bring a vegan dish for her, and a more meat-based one for himself. Vegetarians and the like are not common in Amber, but having spent much time on this Shadow Earth, Corwin has grown used to the variety in available cuisine. ]
The bigger one's yours. The other one's mine.
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And after encountering the remains of too many people burned by demon fire... let's just say she has grim associations to the smell of cooking meat.
She opens her container of food to plate up a portion for herself, mentally rolling her eyes at the warm feeling that "only for you" left behind in her chest.
Don't get all mushy now, Vivienne. ]
I'm really glad you could come. I needed to see a friendly face.
[ A friendly face she doesn't need to hide things from, to be precise. ]
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Of course. Do you... feel like telling me why the friendly face is so sorely needed?
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