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MINGLING POST

[I hope that everyone in Accord has wish-machine'd up some sweaters, because it's getting cold outside! especially around the Tower, what with all those delightful ocean winds around to make things extra-chilly. it's not so bad indoors, though. the Stewards have been doing a good job of keeping the place nice and warm for you.

so what has the crazy tower bunch been up to? jumping in leaf piles? huddling inside for warmth? trying to break the world record for most cookies baked in a week? plotting to murder everyone with horrible death magic? there's plenty to be doing and plenty of people to bother, so go talk to your neighbors! make a friend, or talk to someone you haven't seen in a while! or just, you know, stumble awkwardly into their business. that works too.]

[[ooc: aw yeah, mingling post! make your own comment, tag other people's comments, go crazy!]]

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[She hesitates for a moment, shifting her feet between leaving and moving closer to him.

Two quick steps - after her mind was made up - sets her solidly at his side. A questioning tilt of her head and lift of an eyebrow tell him to go on.]

[oh, this is much better.

But, he's only going to look deeply smug about it for a minute. He has work to do, here.]

Now, see... I could have all kinds of suggestions for you right now, but I hardly know a thing about you.

All I really know is your name, the fact that you have a wonderful talent, and that you have a particular dislike for snow. ...So, how about cluing me into something that you find fun, or would like to spend your time on?

[Jinx needs this. She's good at being a follower, being a sheep. She's not good at this... waiting... thing. She, in fact, hates it.

Her lips purse as she tries to pinpoint something that would be of proper interest. Then it occurs to her. The dead bodies, the paintings, the beauty.

A dark smile spreads over her face, slow and gentle as the falling snow.]

Art.

[hmmm, a sound under his breath--musing and pretty pleased. He can't know what kind of art she's referring to, but he definitely likes the look on her face.

He wants to walk and talk--mostly to see if he can get her to comply enough to go along--so he takes a step toward the stairs and nods for her follow]

Ah, that sounds like something that I'm sure I can help with.

Would you call yourself an artist, or just an art enthusiast?

[She trails in his steps, obedient as a puppy as long as he continued to hold her interest.

Her lip curls at being called simply an 'art enthusiast.' As an artist she strove for perfection in all of it's forms. An impossible task when organs were generally asymmetrical.]

...The first.

[he nods a little. That had been his guess, but he didn't want to assume, especially when he's having luck getting verbal answers out of her. He takes each one as a little success, regardless of how short they are.]

And what, precisely, is your area of expertise?

[She grins at him, wide and bright, then just wiggles her fingers.

Painting, obviously. But there was no way for her to explain it well succinctly, so she didn't bother to try at all.]

[a grin is almost as good as words, so he'll try and work with it]

Have you been into the city yet?

[A slight shake in the negative.

It hadn't seemed quite worth the trip, yet.]

[ha, and that stops him in his tracks, and he grins]

Oh, well... no wonder you're bored.

You obviously have no idea what you're missing.

[Her head shifts to the side, a sheet of hair swinging past her shoulder.

Oh? No. She couldn't be missing that much.

Could she?]

[now that he's thinking about the city, he seems to have lost all interest in his stroll through the tower. He's even turning to lean a little and peer out the nearest window, trying to judge the time by the sun. ...He might be considering just heading out there now.]

You arrived with a ring of money, yes? Do you still have it?

[if she even recognized the odd things as currency. It'd taken him a while to figure that part out]

[A ring of... what?

That thing that jangled loudly and she disliked? A slow nod for yes.]

...Defenestrated.

[She hadn't liked it.]

[he just... frowns. Ugh, perfectly good money thrown away. And he's too proud to go looking for it, on the off-chance that it's still out there.]

...Wonderful. You're poor.

[and then a sigh! Seeming put-out about the whole thing, because look how generous he is--]

You'll need someone to cover the ride on the tram, then. ...Do you feel like going on a little trip?

[A shrug. Who cared about being poor? She'd been poorer longer and that had never stopped her from doing anything she damn well pleased.

Did they have to take the tram? He seemed to think they did. And he wanted a trip...

She gave a slow nod. Not uncertain about her answer but hesitant to give it.]

[unless they wanted to swim across the ocean, or she had a way to teleport them both to the city, the tram it is! He gives a much more sure nod in response to hers. For being ready to pay for the trip, and about to take it with a stranger, he seems pretty excited about this]

Then, it's settled. We'll go see exactly what it is that you've been missing.

Do you have something warm to wear? I'm going to hop upstairs and grab my coat.

[Warm to wear? This man wanted everything, didn't he. She would go look, since she honestly didn't remember.

Instead of saying that, Jinx just nodded and turned on her toe to go and get... something.]

Good. I'll meet you back down here, then.

[yay, a trip into the city! And with a reason to do so--that's what he's most excited about. Work has been slow, and everyone gets so crabby when it's cold, it's nice to have something fun to look forward to.

So, he's quick about grabbing his coat and touching up the little bit of makeup he's wearing. He'll be back down in the lobby in a few minutes.]

[Jinx is not quick about it. She's not quick about anything unelss she absolutely has to be.

When she finally meanders down the stairs with a coat slung over her shoulder it's easily been almost 20 minutes.

Sup, new temporary Boss Man?]

[ugh, she's lucky that dragons are pretty patient creatures. He's impatient by their standards, but it's enough that he's still waiting around when she finally shows up.

He did have his doubts though.

So, he's pleased to see her actually come wandering back into the lobby]

There you are. Ready to go?

[and whether she is or not, he's heading out.

It's a little bit of a walk to the edge of the island where the tram station is, and it's only a little bit of a wait before the car shows up to take them out over the water. If she would have made him wait much longer, they might have missed it.

Once it arrives, he nods for her to enter. Ladies first, and she'll even get to pick her own seat]

[He moves so fast...

She casts one last mournful look out the window before trailing after him. She's a few steps behind the entire walk to the tram and doesn't have to change her pace to step on when he gestures her in.

A few steps forward and one to the side clears room for him to get aboard as well, and then she waits. Patiently.

Well. It looks patiently. It involves staring at him silently.]

[when he bothers to set his eyes on some goal, he moves very fast. He also doesn't leave much room for negotiation.

He looks at her for a moment once they board, but when she doesn't take the initiative to find a place she'd like to sit, he leads the way--halfway through the car, and turning to face the two-person seats.

He pauses before sitting, however, and gestures with mocking little flourish]

Would you like a window seat?

[...Sure. Why not. It's easy enough for her to get out no matter where she's seated. He'd probably like the move-ability of an aisle seat.

She slips past him and into the seat, settling with her legs stretched out as far as they can get.

If she's gonna let him try to be the Boss (a hard role to fill and she was still very dubious about his ability) she might as well grant him a few unsolicited words. Like a loan for when she didn't want to give him anything at all.]

...What're we doing.

[if anything, he very much understands the trading aspect of social interactions. Everything is weighed; everything has a cost. So, words that he doesn't have to fight for are definitely noticed and tabulated.

Once he's settled, he busies himself with straightening his sleeves while he sorts and arranges his thoughts. He's got to finalize the plan of their trip for his own sake as well.]

We're going to visit a part of the city that I think you will especially like, and then we're going shopping.

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