#cautelous

[sheriff-caitlyn]

The woman behind the desk blinks to see the Sheriff, and she gets to her feet. But Caitlyn raises a hand and motions that there is no need for such ceremony.

"Welcome, Sheriff," the woman doesn't sit back down, regardless. "How can I assist you?"

"Are you who I would speak to about making an appointment to see the curator?" The sheriff keeps a straight face.

Miss Elizabeth Hargreave has her professionalism slip for just a moment. Something very much like a knowing look almost crossed her face, but she restrains it, barely, letting it out only as the smallest and briefest of smirks. "You want to make an appointment, Sheriff?"

Caitlyn smiles back, her professionalism far more practiced and intact. "I feel a man like Julian Raines is quite busy with this new venture of his."

"Quite." Beth's smile quirks for a moment. "Could I get you a cup of tea, Sheriff? It might take a moment for me to consult his schedule." She gestures magnanimously to a seating area near the front desk. Wooden benches, posters, a holder of pamphlets, a couple of tasteful potted plants suited to the indoors.

"That would be lovely." Caitlyn starts to unwind her scarf. "Do not feel the need to rush on my account."

"If you say so, Sheriff. How do you take your tea?"

"Dealer's choice." Caitlyn smiles, then takes a seat on one of the benches, letting her eyes rove around the posters and the lobby, taking in the fresh paint and the new light fixtures. Quite a respectable little business. She cannot wait to take a proper tour, and with the weather as bad as it is outside, she might be likely to have the whole museum to herself.

She puts her scarf and gloves into her purse, and watches as Beth vanishes into the Staff Only area. @cautelous

[mercless]

incredibly serious and real question: so talon's a libertarian then-?

thinks back to that dash game that resulted in talon being called a libertarian socialist-

think of them as that person carrying sticks saying 'i think we should improve society somewhat' who has now tied the sticks to parts of fabric to wear as a cape and throwing sticks at other people, and is a draft dodger and also an advocate for better education and support for the worst-off noxians.

[essence-flux-primed]

cautelous:

It’s Ezreal again.

Julian’s playing plus-one to an event, courtesy of the Sheriff. (Caitlyn. He can say Caitlyn, can’t he?) Of course, they’ve agreed that it would be best to not publicize the connection - he has his past to hide away, and she has her work.

Best to not give the papers any ideas, hm?

It’s still a thrill to be invited to a museum opening, though. He’s keeping his hands to himself, thank you very much, but he can certainly look. More than a few of these artifacts were brought in by the Explorer himself, which is presumably why Ezreal’s here and leaning on Julian... Ah, he really should say something.

“Mr. Lymere,” he says warmly, knowing well-and-good that the formality will bother Ezreal, “A pleasant surprise!”

He takes a half-step away from the other man, not abrupt enough to cause Ezreal to lose his balance (he’s a gentleman, after all), and smiles. “I’m afraid I lost your number.”

⋆ — It’s nice to get some recognition now and then. Ezreal doesn’t like having to dress up, but he sure likes other people seeing him when he succeeds. And, as a plus, that cute teacher is here. What did they teach again? Literature? Anyway, it doesn’t really matter. Ezreal leans against his shoulder like they’re old buddies. “Hey, Jules! Nice of you to drop by!” 

     And he’s really in a good mood! Really doing well. Caitlyn gave his shoulder a nice little squeeze and even Jayce admitted that he’d outdone himself this time. So he’s doing great right up until Julian uses that name with him. Not even the name of his parents, but the name of the uncle who attempted to raise him, who forced him into techmaturgy, who told him his parents were fools for running off on all their adventures. Not even the name of his parents, but —

     Ezreal’s smile freezes on his face, and for a moment he doesn’t even seem to breathe—which looks very odd on someone who is always in motion. He thinks about all his parents have done and how he tries so hard to make his name big enough that one day they’ll come home, and he tries to keep his face from twitching as he holds the smile on it. Then, carefully, he removes himself from Julian and rests his hands on his hips, though the gesture isn’t nearly as casual as he’d like it to be. “Oh, that old thing? Don’t even worry.” His smile doesn’t reach his eyes as he scratches at the back of his head. “Name’s, uh, not Mr. Lymere, though. That’s my uncle. Don’t tell me I got a wrinkle overnight? Do I look fifty to you?”

[shojinfire]

@cautelous​ liked for a starter

Lee wasn’t above asking for help, especially in a foreign environment. Though he had walked lands other than Ionia with sight over a decade ago, to his ears they were a new challenge. So it was chance, perhaps, when he sought out anyone who wouldn’t flee from his touch, or from his simple words,

“Excuse me?” Though even in his sleeveless robes for travel, fitted silk of his hood covering his eyes, he still loomed in an imposing way despite his words, “This monk of the Shojin greets you. I have walked long, and lost my orientation. Could I ask for a moment of your time?”

[leaguepositivibee]

Positivity for @cautelous!!! Jules is a great oc!!! I admire you Hex and your every single headcanon and post! You're the best!

from Anonymous

[sanguiresse]

vladimir george takei oh my

it’s the elderly gay voice

[shantytown-haint]

cont. from xx

@cautelous

There was a hard narrowing of Mal’s eyes, a mask to hide the thinking processes that rushed in her mind. The resemblance was, with enough edits to the imagination, uncanny. An estranged familiarity.

One that she seemed much too quick to try to brush away. 

“There’s lots of old, red headed bitches on this damn island. And if’n I got any frame of reference when it comes to gettin’ them damn paintings done, I’d prob’ly recall havinna sit down for so fuckin’ long t’get some shit like this done,” she stated dismissively. “most I can reckon is maybe a distant relative, an’ that’s it.”

But there was still the familiar ringing of that name… Apkarian. Apkarian? “Might’ve heard it here and there before, but I can’t put no specifics to it.”

[mercless]

anon the answer is simple. talon's having a movie night with their friends. the rats, of course, chose the movie.

the rats are also the friends. :]