closed.

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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

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adrian.

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[ lol. lmao, even

The disbelief is enough to crack that smile all the way open, though it morphs halfway through into a grimace at the question. As ludicrous as it all sounds, he's well aware of what Fontaine's legal system might sound like to anyone unfamiliar to it. ]

Actually, you get sent to prison. Usually only for a few days, mind, but a trip behind bars all the same.

[ He shrugs. ]

You'd think a fine would involve much less paperwork, and yet.

arlecchino.

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[ So Arlecchino is ready to be spammed with all of his afternoon tea pictures then....good to know. ]

I'll keep that in mind.

[[ He will not be doing that, actually, but the distinction is noted and filed away for later as they participate in their little exchange of phones, with him sliding over his phone for much the same. The information he provides is sparse but satisfactory - just his name (Wriothesley) along with his mobile phone number, all typed in evenly and precisely, though there's a certain look of concentration on his face as his fingers press at the small buttons. It may have been a week or two, but he's still getting used to all these new devices.

If there's room for anything else (address? birthday? what did old phones even include back in the day) he leaves it blank.

The waitress, meanwhile, gets a quick smile and murmured thanks for the tea. Two mugs filled with a dark but still translucent liquid, a slighty floral scent wafting into the air. Nearby are the standard accoutrements he's come to expect: sugar, milk, dainty spoons for stirring. ]

I hope you don't mind earl grey. Though I haven't tried this particular blend yet. Apparently it's a seasonal special.

[ It's strawberry rhubarb. ]

fern

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[ There are only so many samples to go around, they would have made it to introductions eventually. And the young woman is pleasant enough company that he doesn't mind spending another twenty minutes or so lounging out here on this random streetside curb. But neither is he going to say no to introductions so, with a small nod of his head: ]

Wriothesley. Yourself?

[ And then a thought occurs to him. They're both something like outsiders here, unfamiliar with the local traditions. It wouldn't be the worst idea to form a couple ties while he's here, have someone he can call up in times of trouble. ]

You wouldn't happen to have a phone, would you? In case I ever stumble across some strange food and need a second opinion.

[ He's mostly joking about this one. ]

jason.

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[ Wriothesley glances around them, at the flickering street lamps below them and the stretch of tall buildings beyond. Different sights that prompt a different lifestyle. And while he's always been adaptable, these things still take some time. ]

I guess you could say I'm not used to having this much free time. Or used to this much noise.

[ The Fortress is loud and creaking in its own ways, but it's still a different pace from actual city life. Still, he prefers this over the squeaky clean guise the upper levels of the Court put on. It feels a little more honest here. ]

You seem like you've settled in pretty well though. Maybe you can offer up some tips, if you're feeling generous.

[ Brooding hotness aside, the guy looks like he knows what he's doing. (Or maybe it's because of the appeal of said brooding hotness? Who can say.) ]