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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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[Her look is reproachful.] It's not a laughing matter. She wouldn't wake up and I've got to figure out how to get her soul out of that mirror before she dies!
[Time seemed to stop in her own world whenever she was here but still she couldn't help a frustrated sigh. Dag nab it!]
Yes, someone offered to bring footwear I can actually walk in.
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Then you can return here and retrieve your keys. You'll be escorted, correct...? The city changes at night.
[A beat.]
You look exquisite. The spilled curls... are they intentional? I would hope not. They add something.
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[But she rolls her eyes a bit at his notion that she needs an escort at all.]
No. Toppling over from high heels doesn't exactly do wonders for fancy hairstyles. [Or lipstick. If Lezard had been in the Kishin Chamber, too, he might have noticed a suspiciously red smear on the floor.]
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Hm. If I may be forward, there is something about being slightly disheveled that appeals far more than appearing too groomed, in my opinion.
[Oh, how he wants to smear that lipstick some more-- He placed a hand on his knee and stilled that jumping leg. Perhaps the lack of sleep was creeping up on him.]
Why those torture devices exist I will never know. Few would even bother looking at a woman's footwear. In any case, you'll need more comfortable pairs for a little idea I have stewing about in my head.
...What say we have a little fun sometime and I aid you in brushing up on your dancing? If BREW saw fit to interrupt not only your newest supernatural caper but your attempt at a good time, then I ought see to making at least one of these things right.
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And I'd rather have worn my Keds but my friends insisted on heels for the occasion.
[His mention of an idea causes one of her eyebrows to lift.]
Just what are you thinking of? When it comes to dancing, I'm likely a lost cause. [Even if she managed to only stumble a couple of times when dancing with Aidan earlier in the evening, dancing with Lezard was near the bottom of her list of things she wanted to do while in Death City. Only slightly above falling into another pool and getting chased up a tree by giant insects again.]
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Hah! Ink smudges add character. Did you not receive the memo?
[Naught but a smile.]
You could say I'm fond of a challenge. If anything it gives you the opportunity to crush my toes into oblivion...
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If I wanted to do that, wouldn't it be simpler to drop one of those books that you're so fond of on your foot? [An encyclopedia, maybe...]
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Even a 'lost cause' can be taught. I've known dancing, piano, and many forms of formal entertainment for nearly two decades.
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[And she doesn't really see why he he suddenly wants to teach her.]
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My door is unlocked; I shall fetch the keys from their safe-keeping.
[Okay, it's the utility drawer where he keeps the scissors and such, but sshh.]
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I'll be there as soon as I can get back. [And she ends the call.]
[It's nearly 1AM when Lily finally steps out of the elevator on the ninth floor of Casualty Communal. After having walked back, she thanked Karina again and returned the flipflops, putting the heels back on for a few minutes until she could return to her apartment.]
[Wincing a little, she makes her way down the hall and knocks on the door of 9B. Even if he said the door was unlocked, she wonders if he's fallen asleep during the wait. Or he could be awake and in the middle of another explosive experiment, something she'd rather not suddenly walk in on!]
Lezard?
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[They jingled, almost booming in the otherwise silent apartment, and he twirled the ring around a finger. He wondered if he ought wait at her apartment, out in the hall, or here-- ah, she'd answered that for him.]
The locks are undone, Lily- you need not be shy~
[But he lifted his hand, stifling a small yawn and hoped it'd be over before she stepped inside. Perhaps his all-nighters were catching up to him.]
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Dag nab it, could I just have my keys?
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[He crossed into the room and adjusted the position of his glasses. The keys dangled from that finger.]
Of course. I had not expected the exact time frame of your arriv--
[The 'V' sound hung for a moment as he absently held out the keys. This was his first time seeing the dress and complete ensemble.]
...Hm.
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What? Aaah—!
[She approached to take the keys but a small stumble sent her off balance. Hands grabbed for his arms and her face ended up in the vicinity of his shoulder.
[Well, Lezard, you got your wish. Sort of... That shirt's going to need extra cleaning for the lipstick stains!]
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Your ti--
[That line of thought scattered when she stumbled, and he unconsciously stepped forward and caught her. In the midst of hands at his sleeves and a face tucked at the crook of his neck he was still. The quip about it being a tad late for dance lessons was swallowed down. Not tonight, Lezard. His arms tightened briefly around her middle.]
...You were missed.
[He paused, realizing the lowered, quieted admission came from him. That didn't sound like a line about throwing away those ridiculous shoes, like he'd intended. Perhaps he was wearier than he'd thought.]
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[And he missed her? She'd almost expected some smart-alecky remark that even if she missed him, she didn't have to throw herself at him.]
[Rather than brushing him off as she usually would, Lily lifted her face from his shoulder, peering up at him with a confused blink. Searched his eyes for any signs of jest, that his words weren't genuine.]
...Do you really mean it?
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...I confess to a fit of restlessness when I learned BREW had dismissed you.
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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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