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wriothesley (mc slammer) ([personal profile] frostfist) wrote in [community profile] diademlogs2025-06-09 08:23 pm

closed.

Who: wriothesley, various
Where: mostly around panorama
When: may + june
What: tdm overflow, other closed threads

Warnings: none so far! will update/add to subject headers
faithfall: (06)

[personal profile] faithfall 2025-06-12 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
You can't be serious, surely?

[ At worst, Adrian might have expected something like a holding cell, the sort of place that particularly disorderly drunks might be sent for the night to sober up. It's not that brutal punishments are without precedent in Faerûn; he's seen the hands and fingers taken from petty thieves and the like, but even so... This is condiments, pets, and petty amusements. ]

That's outrageous. What justification could they possibly have... Or is it that some tyrant has become drunk with power?

[ That would be a situation he knows all too well. ]
faithfall: (18)

[personal profile] faithfall 2025-06-18 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Then I wish your Palais Mermonia the best of luck. Changing a place for the better is never as easy as letting it fall to ruin.

[ And that isn't just true of Barovia. ]

Oh — yes, one moment. [ Adrian's hands disappear into his cabbage suit so he can root around in his pockets and retrieve his phone. He pokes at the buttons with a clear lack of familiarity, but he can sort of get by. ] They showed me how to add a number to my 'phone book'... strange name, if you ask me, when it's not a book... A useful device, none the less.

[ He'll give out his number without a second thought please spam him and don't mind that it takes him 30 years to write each text message. ] Perhaps we can continue our game another time?
decussate: (004)

[personal profile] decussate 2025-06-12 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ While Wriothesley is polite and friendly with the waitress, The Knave does little more than look at her briefly. Anything more tends to make waitstaff... nervous.

She takes Wriothesley's phone. The buttons being spaced out is more agreeable to her nail situation, so she can type with her actual thumbs, amazing. Either way, it's quick work on her end: the only field she fills on the contact page is her phone number before returning the phone to his side of the table. He can dub her whatever he wishes, be it Knave or Lyney's Dad or Dramatic Edgy Lady. ]


I enjoy classic tastes, but I'm not beyond a little twist here and there.

[ She can't be picky, anyway. Getting dumped with a beater of a motorcycle has taught her that much. If the tea is horrid, she'll simply befriend the milk and sugar instead. ]

Now then. Did you have any propositions of your own?
Edited 2025-06-12 01:46 (UTC)
decussate: (003)

[personal profile] decussate 2025-06-16 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She delicately sips her tea. Hmm. Acceptable, all things considered. (Lynette's brews are better.) She leaves the milk and sugar out of the mix. ]

Very well. I accept on both counts.

[ She wouldn't have minded, exactly, if he'd gone around telling people about her and the Fatui. But there may indeed be merit in a fresh start. ]

Next. In the event of a disagreement between us that cannot be reconciled with words alone, let us hold a duel. The manner of duel shall be proportionate to the nature of the disagreement, and the winner will dictate the new "rule" going forward.

[ This is a more unusual proposition, she knows. For now, she'll lay that out and see what he thinks. ]
decussate: (046)

[personal profile] decussate 2025-06-20 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ She doesn't say yes to rock-paper-scissors, but doesn't say no either. Who knows what the future will hold... While he's thinking, she finally goes for the croissant. Like a civilized person, she cleanly rips off its little croissant head (or tail) and manages to pop it into her mouth flake-free. ]

It's a long-standing tradition in the House. I find it an effective way of managing disputes. Any family will have its share of inner conflict; that much is normal, even healthy. But it is less than healthy when disagreements turn to resentment with no avenue for resolution.

[ The Knave picks up her mug again, resting it atop a black palm. Her expression is even as it has been all this time, her tone matter-of-fact. ]

Competition is the simplest way to address such turbulent feelings. It gives the children a stage on which to express themselves, along with a sense of agency to influence their siblings. Of course, they may challenge me as well if they are dissatisfied with my decisions.
longtooth: (008)

i still don't know how to pronounce his name, sobs

[personal profile] longtooth 2025-06-18 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Fern.

[ His name is not one she's heard before, but that applies to many things here, and she's simply accepted that her time in this place is going to be full of firsts. Especially with no clear path for returning to where she came from (whether that's Barovia or Faerûn), she's already wondering just how long she'll be stuck here.

It seems like for most, the answer to that is "forever" — a reality she's still trying to wrap her head around.

Their thoughts seems to be running along somewhat similar lines, based on his premise for asking for her phone number. She blinks once, twice, then leans back to dig into her cloak pocket for her relatively new phone. ]


Just for that? [ She can gather that he's joking, even if he does it somewhat dryly. ] Let me see...

[ It takes some poking at the buttons to re-find where her number is stored within her own phone, but eventually she pulls it up and then turns it around so that she can show him the screen. As someone new to the idea of phones in general, it hasn't occurred to her that someone would abuse having her number — though even if she did think of that, she wouldn't expect this Wriothesley to be the type. ]