[log] IT'S A MONSTER PARTY [closed]

[devoutish]

Characters: Alfie Solomons, Ecks, Fiona, Francel de Haillenarte, Haurchefant Greystone, John Watson, Tifa Lockhart, Royce Melborn
Location around U4/V4, and then in various houses
Date: evening of 138 through morning of 139
Summary: various merry traveling bands are set upon and scattered by a RUDE AS FUCK anomaly
Warnings: n/a; will edit if anything comes up

Catch-all for EVERYTHING - running from the anomaly, settling in various houses, etc. Top-level and tag as you see fit.

Comments

[plundering]

Impressive. And what about you? Can I trust you?

[She already mostly does, so it's a moot question, but it makes her feel better to ask.]

[devoutish]

Yes.

[It's an easy answer for him to give. When it comes to business, he's an untrustworthy and duplicitous person overall - but there are people he likes that he would screw over, and people he likes that he wouldn't. She's in the latter group now.]

[plundering]

[She's good at telling when people are lying, and she's certain he's not. It's a simple response, but it puts her at ease, makes the last bits of doubt disappear. It's nice.]

You can trust me, too.

[Maybe he doesn't need to hear it, but she feels like it's worth saying.]

[devoutish]

[He lifts their hands, and kisses her knuckles.]

Yeah, all right. Then I will.

[plundering]

[Huh. Completely unexpected, not at all what she thought she wanted, so even though her eyebrows go up... she finds she doesn't mind. She's smiling, too.]

Sap.

[That doesn't mean she won't tease him forever, though.]

[devoutish]

[He raises his eyebrows right back, perpetually chill and collected.]

A favorite word of yours?

[plundering]

[She digs the perpetually chill and collected thing, honestly.]

Today it is, apparently.

[devoutish]

You've got a loose definition of the word.

[plundering]

Yeah? What's your definition?

[devoutish]

You look the word up in the dictionary, right, and you'll find my picture with a red X over it. "Not Alfie Solomons".

[plundering]

And right underneath that is "hand kissing, definitely sappy".

[devoutish]

"Exception - when done by a gangster".

[plundering]

[He is really good at getting her to laugh, and she's totally doing it again.]

Bandit. You're a bandit.

[devoutish]

Yeah, and are you questioning my bandit dictionary, Fiona?

[In reality, he knows plenty of gangsters that are capable of sappiness, but yanking her chain is fun.]

[plundering]

Yeah, I am. It's biased.

[devoutish]

Well, you certainly aren't getting hired as editor.

[plundering]

I would be a kick ass editor. I'd keep you honest.

[devoutish]

You'd insert jokes everywhere and it would be fucking awful.

[plundering]

[Wow!]

Are you saying my jokes are awful?

[devoutish]

Do they make people laugh?

[They totally make him laugh. He's hiding a smile right now.]

[plundering]

Everyone. Especially gangsters.

[devoutish]

It's not easy to make gangsters laugh. Could say you've got a gift.

[plundering]

Do I? You think I can use it to my advantage?

[devoutish]

We're a tricky lot. Hard to take advantage of.

[plundering]

But not impossible.