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Oli trying to commit mass murder by killing us all…
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fuisecg:
“Well when you put it like that — how is anyone supposed to be enjoying their time here if they think that the entire boat might sink beneath their feet? It’s times like these where I wish I had wings and could fly away,” she spoke softly, eyes averted so that neither he nor anyone could tell how true her words rang as she composed herself and settled back into a demure smile when she glanced back. “I haven’t been on many boats, that’s all.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the exact reason why she was so jumpy at being touched when she wasn’t expecting it as she nodded. “Is that so? I could have guessed that you were simply self serving like everyone else on the boat — not meaning that as a knock against you, it’s something that helps me survive too.” She shrugged but accepted the other’s offer even though she was certain that she already had a cabin all to herself thanks to Wren. “What are friends for if not to help each other? I’m already behind on schedule for getting drunk on this boat and could use the help.”
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“Or maybe that’s a reason to make sure you enjoy your time. Any minute could be our last, after all. We could be the next Titanic.” he mused, his old ways of thinking starting to creep back in as the stability he had fought hard for had been disturbed by all the events lately. He liked to consider it positive nihilism. Nothing mattered so why not? Why not have fun? Why not party as if every night could be your last? Why not tell that person you love them regardless of the consequences (couldn’t be him but, others could)? “You’ll get your sea legs eventually,” he hummed, unsure if her words were true, but figuring it not his place to push. He looked around as they moved up in line, drawing ever closer to the front check in desk and his ultimate goal. “Well, I’m that too, so no offense taken. It’s the only way I’ve made it this far in life.” It was a bit sad considering ‘this far’ wasn’t much, but hey, he’d take where he was in life, he didn’t mind it, nor was he ashamed of it. “A schedule, huh? And what exactly does that schedule look like? Is it like 1 PM-Tequila, 2 PM-Vodka, or are we talking time correlated to level of drunkness?”
who: @domromero where: golden lion tavern
“You know, you never did get to show me what you consider ‘fun and exciting’,” he hummed as he put her drink down in front of her, referencing their shouted conversation over thumping music on the river boat, when she had dissed his fun on the dance floor, insisting it wasn’t her type of fun. He wasn’t sure when his idea of a wild night had turned into a couple drinks and dancing, when it used to be something along the lines of what he assumed Dom had in mind, but he was trying to get back to that, back to that person. He wanted to see if he was truly in a rut, or if he had just changed.
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who: @gvldntrbl ( olivier benoit. ) where: crowded bar in the dark world
Egan was trying to get back into the habit of going out. He hadn’t realized it, but he had fallen into a rut; home, work, home, work. It was like he was always in bed, either with a client in one of the brothel’s or in his own by himself. Before, you had to pay him to say anything other than yes. He had been spontaneous, always willing to try anything or see anyone or do whatever. ‘Want to go out?’ yes. ‘Do you wanna try that?’ of course. ‘Let’s go here.’ hell yeah. But lately he found himself shrugging invitations off, coming up with excuses, until slowly the invitations stopped coming at all. All that being said, he was determined to climb his way out of that rut, one finger at a time if he had to, which is how he found himself in a bar that was much too crowded for his taste after a long day of work, but determined to enjoy it nonetheless.
As he spotted a familiar face he couldn’t help but sidle up to them. “I’m taking offense to the fact I haven’t seen you in awhile. I’ve been taking iron supplements for no damn reason, apparently. Maybe you should make it up to me with a drink.”
fuisecg:
“It’s fine, it’s okay.” Her body had reacted without thought or even giving her a chance to catch on to the other’s movements before it was too long and they pulled away immediately. Lark shuddered slightly, trying to focus on her fingers that had already dug into the palms of her hands out of the sheer fear that had frozen her into place. It wasn’t fair. She should have been fine, believing that nothing was going to happen again after the Dark World, but it was taking much longer to convince herself of that than anyone else. “It’s not your fault. I’ve been a bit — jumpier than usual but I’ll get a handle on it soon enough,” she muttered, as if she could solve all her problems as soon as she got a hold of her dealer on the boat. Lark smirked, a bit sharper than her normal smile as she shook her head. “That’s only because you know that you’d lose this time. But as long as you’re willing to share, then I can’t complain this time.”
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“That makes zero sense, “ he started, hoping his tone came off sarcastic enough to make it obvious he was being facetious, “It’s not like our world is dropping into chaos and every day there seems to be something new and scary going on. Why should you be jumpy?” Living in the Dark World he was already always on edge, the Uprising and whatever they were planning, always a constant thrum in the underbelly of their realm. And then on top of that, there had been the Hydra attack, and then the kidnappings, and even most recently, the slaughter of the Kings Hill rulers. It all seemed to be coming at a fast and furious speed, no time to recoup that sense of safety before it was being ripped away again.
“Or it’s because I’m a generous soul who is in a mood for giving. That and, a firm believer in quid pro quo. You help me not have to sleep in a double, and I provide the opportunity to get smashed.”
theartofruling:
When he made the gagging face, she almost elbowed him before he covered it with a laugh instead. She was now committed to the con, her motivation was getting over on someone to get Egan what he wanted. It was a challenge that she’d now greatly accepted. “They are, but you’ll find out when we move up in this line. I plan to lay one on you so well you’ll be breathless, and the receptionist has no choice but to give you the best damn room they have. Now if they fuck up and I lose my room for this, you’re getting a roommate.”
“So you draw the line at arresting? Most of the things I do can get me arrested. I just send word to Finnian. He’s my get out of jail free card. He can be yours too if our next con gets us into too much trouble.” Robin chuckled then. “So once we get these keys, we celebrate with getting drunk and comparing asses? Sounds like a good night to me.”
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Years and years of growing up with a house full of rowdy and sometimes troubled children had taught him to anticipate, and he was ready to dodge what he thought might be a swat or an elbow, but it seemed he had either read her wrong or she decided to abort last minute. “Alright, but don’t go falling in love with me once you plant one on me, because i’ve been told my lips are magic.--There are definitely worse roommates to have, that is so long as I get the bed. I have a very delicate constitution, I don’t think I could take a night on the couch.” That was a lie, he had slept on benches, on the ground, but she didn’t need to know that. If he really wanted he could shift and be perfectly happy on the floor.
“Must be nice to have the Master of Mayhem in your back pocket.” He scoffed. Although, to be fair, he was fairly sure he could always use his one free call to Skai, and might have similar results. Although, he isn’t sure if she would ever let him live it down. So it might just be worth staying in jail. “Sounds like an average Thursday night for me.”
theartofruling:
Jackson burst into laughter. “Well, I know one of them isn’t too fond of the Dark World. I can’t speak for all the others though, but I think you might be safe.” He grinned as the other attempted to guess what he’d done. “You know, I think it was two things. Because I definitely didn’t leave and I’m always a good lay. I’m too much of a perfectionist not to be. But I believe it was because I was human and I had no real title. My only saving grace was that I was the son of Count and Countess. But until I became a vampire even my claim of being an heir meant nothing. Vampires live long lives, and who knows how long it would have taken my parents to die or step down.” Though they were dead now, so not that long at all. Jackson’s eyes widened. “You can only judge by trying them all. But I feel like you’ll be fine. Even if you ended up with a bowl from Lady Esther over there. She’s known for overcooking. So If you had some that tasted a little too well done, just know Lady Esther’s chili is the culprit.” He’d been every year, he knew which contestants could and couldn’t cook at this rate.
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Egan’s eyes widened at the onslaught of information from the stranger, nodding his head the entire time, digesting it all. He was fairly used to it, he’d say at least three quarters of his own clients had the tendency to tell him about their lives, hell, with some that’s all they did. “Good thing y’all live long lives, because I have the feeling you have way too many experiences to have been packed into one mortal one,” Egan chuckled, the chili gone from his hand, but now occupied by a bottle of beer which he brought up to his lips. “Okay, but cut Lady Esther some slack, it’s better to be over than undercooked, at least in my experience.”
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ciara-james:
“An amateur scammer who doesn’t think his scams through. I’m losing confidence in you by the second.” Ciara muttered under her breath, arching her brows as she glanced up at him but his response made her grin, which was likely for the best given they were still trying to pass off as a couple. “Well, if you’re going to be divorcing me, you should probably know my name.” Her grin stretched wider before she made a point of averting her gaze, flickering between the floor and the employee. “Ciara.” His plan of plopping her on the couch coaxed a rough chuckle from her, probably a tad too loud but then again, laughter wouldn’t exactly jeopardize what they were trying to pull off — it wasn’t like the employee they were trying to convince could read Ciara’s mind and gather that she wouldn’t hesitate to leave him cold and with nothing more than a corner of the bed if she had her way. “Alright, you happen to have those divorce papers with you now? ‘Cause I’m ready to sign them.” She retorted with a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. “Scamming the rich. Now that I can get behind.” The redhead chuckled again. “Dark World Realm Firewater for your own half of the bed, and I won’t wake up on the couch.” She mulled it over, or pretended to anyway for the sake of it; truth was she was neither picky nor did she mind the company. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
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“What I lack in planning, I make up for in other assets, don’t you worry,” He shot back cockily, more than confident that regardless of the situation, if need-be he could call upon the skills he had honed in his profession and get himself what he wanted. Although, now that she mentioned it, Egan started to think of the ramifications of his plan. While he doubted the employees would even notice, probably much too busy taking care of the massive influx of people, he did wonder just how hawk-eyed they were. Would they notice, this so-called couple galavanting around the ship completely separated, acting as if they had no partner? He wasn’t sure. And what was the worse they could do? Kick ‘em back down to a single, double bed? “It would make the proceedings go a lot faster, that’s for damn sure,” he chuckled, having to bat down the instinct to offer his hand to shake. “Egan.” he replied with his own. HIs eyes flicked to his partner in crime and back to the looming front desk, with only a person ahead of them now. “Good, because I don’t think I could stay married to a person who didn’t believe in radical wealth redistribution.” His words were said with a serious tone but betrayed by the small smile tugging on his lips, glad that at least the person he’d have to share a room with due to his failure of plan was at least easy to talk to. “And no hogging the blankets, then that’s a deal.”
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