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soul_campaign2013-06-09 08:31 pm
vintage_magic) wrote in soul_campaign2013-06-09 08:31 pm
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Fourth Brew | Video | June 4, just after midnight
[When the video starts, there’s only a view of the dimly lit Kishin Chamber’s ceiling and the sound of a Texas twang that’s rarely heard over the network. The voice is a bit distant, as if the speaker is talking to herself rather than the device, and colored by a level of level of exasperation usually reserved for a certain nerdy nuisance of a sorcerer.]
Jiminy Cricket! Not this place again! That cotton-pickin’ contraption always picks the worst times!
[ Really, couldn’t it just leave a witchy person to brew in peace, solve the occasional murder, and fix a supernatural problem once in a while? The voice trails off into a frustrated sigh and less intelligible mutterings. Something about a date? And a soul trapped in a mirror…]
[But the mumblings stop a few moments later when Lily notices the communicator lying on the floor. Dag nab it! Is that smartphone thing on, too? Is that what she dropped when she landed sprawled on the ground?]
[Finally, Lily’s face comes into view as she leans over the communicator, red lipstick slightly smudged and the curl coming out of her 1920s style Marcel waved hair as several brown locks escape from a chignon at the nape of her neck. There’s a bit of a bare shoulder visible for a second before she draws back and only her face can be seen again, expression uncertain as she addresses whoever might be listening. She doesn't like these gadgets but she needs help.]
Um, could someone tell me what day it is? [It had been weeks by her reckoning but she knows how BREW likes to muck with time.]
And I need help with a clothes problem. A woman would probably be better. I can’t go back to my apartment like this…
[Then, she recalls the last thing she remembers about this place being tossing her keys on the kitchen counter after getting back from grocery shopping.]
Dag nab it. I don’t think I have my keys either...
[is there some person in charge of the apartment buildings with spare keys who could let her in? Or does she need to call a locksmith after she gets out of this place?]
Jiminy Cricket! Not this place again! That cotton-pickin’ contraption always picks the worst times!
[ Really, couldn’t it just leave a witchy person to brew in peace, solve the occasional murder, and fix a supernatural problem once in a while? The voice trails off into a frustrated sigh and less intelligible mutterings. Something about a date? And a soul trapped in a mirror…]
[But the mumblings stop a few moments later when Lily notices the communicator lying on the floor. Dag nab it! Is that smartphone thing on, too? Is that what she dropped when she landed sprawled on the ground?]
[Finally, Lily’s face comes into view as she leans over the communicator, red lipstick slightly smudged and the curl coming out of her 1920s style Marcel waved hair as several brown locks escape from a chignon at the nape of her neck. There’s a bit of a bare shoulder visible for a second before she draws back and only her face can be seen again, expression uncertain as she addresses whoever might be listening. She doesn't like these gadgets but she needs help.]
Um, could someone tell me what day it is? [It had been weeks by her reckoning but she knows how BREW likes to muck with time.]
And I need help with a clothes problem. A woman would probably be better. I can’t go back to my apartment like this…
[Then, she recalls the last thing she remembers about this place being tossing her keys on the kitchen counter after getting back from grocery shopping.]
Dag nab it. I don’t think I have my keys either...
[is there some person in charge of the apartment buildings with spare keys who could let her in? Or does she need to call a locksmith after she gets out of this place?]
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[Still, it was ...kind of nice that someone actually missed her. Less than a year ago, hardly anyone would have.]
Um, thanks, I guess. [Not really being a hugger herself, she settled for giving his arms a little squeeze.]
Have you been behaving while I was gone? [She hoped he hadn't gone over to the shop and given her employees a hard time!]
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I may or may not have given your colleagues a bit of Hel. [The grin was small, but quick to form.]
Perhaps I kept them on their toes.
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Please tell me you didn't do anything to pick a fight with my employees or make a scene in front of customers.
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...And what fun would it be to create a scene if you weren't there to jam a finger into my chest with every syllable of your scolding?
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You're incorrigible. How the heck did your mama ever put up with you? [She was still convinced he needed a babysitter rather than a partner!]
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How, indeed... perhaps she will have answers for me in Asgard. But until then...
[So very cheeky, resting his forehead against hers. There was a small spark, a rather indirect point of resonance. They were still in a rather compromising position, weren't they...?]
Hahaha... 'tis always a pleasure speaking with you, Miss Ivory.
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Could I just have my keys back? I'd like to get back to my apartment, get rid of these heels and take off this makeup.
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...Very well.
[He presented the key set to her.]
Though I highly suggest removing those things now and taking the walk next door barefoot.
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[She took the keys and gingerly made her way to the door, managing not to stumble and stopping to glance back at him.]
And all my things better be in order as you claim.
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Good night then.
[And she stepped out into the hall, pulling the door closed behind her.]
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Good night, Lily.
[Oh, to stop her and trace a thumb against her jawline, ask that she stay here tonight... perhaps that would work in a perfect world. But no, riling her up on her first night back was far more fun. There would yet be time for that.]