five.

[thraxios]

Has anyone had luck in attempting to trade clothes or wish for new garments from the castle? These trousers are uncomfortably stiff, but my own clothing has stubbornly disappeared. And I don't actually require these spectacles to see.

And while I'm writing - would anyone be interested in a game of cards? The man with whom I normally play Long Tiffany is ill, and my evenings have been rather quiet.

Comments

dictated;

[nukeoleptic]

I don't know how to play, but I'd like to learn!

[written forever]

[thraxios]

I'd be happy to teach you, maselle. It isn't too difficult to learn.

[nukeoleptic]

[ If he writes, she'll do the same, her handwriting loopy and careful. ]

is it something just two people can play? :D

[thraxios]

It is.

[nukeoleptic]

perfect!!
we should play jenga, too
or poker! :o

[thraxios]

I'm not familiar with those games. Are they also played with cards?

[nukeoleptic]

poker is! :)
jenga is a game played with wooden blocks
it is a lot of fun

[thraxios]

With wooden blocks?

I'm curious - explain the premise of the game?

[nukeoleptic]

oh, umm!
you stack a tower with the blocks...
and then you take turns sliding blocks out of the tower!
without compromising the structural integrity enough to make it fall, i mean
and whoever makes it fall loses :D

[thraxios]

It sounds unlike anything I've played before.

Perhaps we should try an exchange of knowledge. Show me this Jenga of yours, and I'll teach you Long Tiffany.

[nukeoleptic]

that sounds perfect to me!!
when? :)

[eat_me_beat_me]

[stiff trousers and glasses? Wtf?]

Yeah it doesn't work... I've been stuck with these clothes since this morning. [She pauses] It looks like something Felix would wear, actually...

[thraxios]

[And there's a mental image that gives him pause. And possibly amuses him a little bit.]

Does it?

Perhaps we've been given others' wardrobes. It would account for the dramatic difference in style.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Maybe? [She picks at the lace on her shirt. Seriously, how does he wear this crap all the time? It feels so stuffy!]

Who're you dressed as, then?

[thraxios]

You must forgive my difficulty picturing this; you don't seem as though you'd enjoy - frippery.

I'm not sure. The trousers are dark blue and as noted earlier, rather stiff. Then there's a shirt with buttons down the front and another, larger shirt made of the same material as the trouses - and the spectacles, of course.

And my hair seems to have been slicked back - [and he goes over to a mirror to squint at his reflection with a bit of a frown before coming back] - the effect is not unlike that of your sweetheart.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Waaaaait are you fucking kidding me?!

[she cracks up.]

Where do you live? Can I come see?

[thraxios]

Surely it isn't that amusing an idea.

[Okay, maybe it is. It's not the greatest look for Gideon, but it's...certainly something.]

But I am curious to see your outfit. Come to the Impetus Tower - number 1609.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Oh it really is. [she chuckles]

Gimme a few and I'll be right over!

[With that she snaps the journal shut and heads for the elevator... though these pants do make things a little interesting. She doesn't consider herself OVERLY feminine but she's always preferred skirts for a reason.]

[thraxios]

[His door is slightly ajar when she arrives, leading into a large, richly decorated room with mostly blue and gold accents. The front half of it is clearly some manner of dining room/living room/study combination, with books, papers, pens, and ephemera scattered across multiple tables and desks; the back half serves as a bedroom. Gideon is sitting on the sofa, reading philosophy, his clothing a mix of the Mark and Harry personas: denim shirt over bowling shirt, glasses and slicked-back hair.]

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Nora knocks on the door before stepping into the room]

Gideon?

[Oh right it's not like he can answer. Duh. She shakes her head, astounded at herself as she walks in, looking around. Her own clothes make it quite apparent who she's meant to be dressed as. When she catches sight of Gideon her face cracks into a grin and she claps a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter]

Oh man. Oh man that's too much.

[thraxios]

[Gideon, looking up from his book, is prepared to look mildly put out by that response...but then he gets a look at Nora. Nora, who's dressed in velvet and frills. Nora, whose hair is, for the moment, a sad imitation of Felix's.

He doesn't have to cover his mouth, but he does smile in a clearly amused way. After he scratches out a message, he pats the sofa cushion next to him and hold out the tablet for Nora to read.]

Messire Harrowgate. A pleasure to see you.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She reads the message and laughs, taking an exaggerated bow]

Why thank you. It's always a pleasure to see you, as well, Mark.

[She looses it, cracking up and practically falling over onto the sofa next to him]

[thraxios]

[He nods and smiles, and when she tumbles onto the sofa, he pats her shoulder gently.]

How are you finding your new clothes?

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She looks down at her clothes, idly rubbing the foreign material between her thumb and forefinger]

I don't know. They're okay. They just feel so stiff. [she chuckles] I don't usually wear this many layers, either. It's weird.

[thraxios]

I might say the same, as far as stiffness is concerned.

[These trousers are so rough, Nora. How do you people manage them?]

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She snorts]

They just have to get broken in. Denim can be really soft once you beat it up some.

[last_rat_standing]

[Cards, you say? He may be in a dress at the moment but his interest is still piqued.]

Long Tiffany? Is that meant to be the name of a game?

[thraxios]

Yes - it's a common one where I'm from. Are you unfamiliar with it?

[last_rat_standing]

I can't say I've ever heard of it, no.

[thraxios]

It's quick to learn, if you're interested.

What card games do you generally play?

[last_rat_standing]

I may be. I primarily play poker and baccarat, though I'm familiar with many other games.

[thraxios]

Those are both foreign to me, but I'd be willing to learn.

[last_rat_standing]

I'd be willing to teach them if it meant having a game.

[thraxios]

Perhaps you could come by sometime in the next few days. I'd prefer evenings to daytime, to avoid disrupting my work.

[last_rat_standing]

Fair enough. Although perhaps introductions are in order first?

[i.e. you first.]

[thraxios]

[Man, Gideon hates going first.]

Gideon Thraxios. And yourself, messire?

[last_rat_standing]

Bond. James Bond. A pleasure, Gideon.

[Gideon - dictated forever]

[lord_wizard]

You used to prefer your evenings quiet, as I recall.

[Felix - written forever]

[thraxios]

I did.

But this is not the Mirador.

[lord_wizard]

That's true. Though in that regard there are plenty of ways to fill the time that are not playing card games in your room.

[thraxios]

Do you have a suggestion?

[lord_wizard]

Go see a play in town. Or perhaps stay here and watch a movie, if you have yet to experience such.

[thraxios]

You're the second person to mention 'movies' to me. Are they so interesting?

[lord_wizard]

A curiosity, at least.

[thraxios]

Perhaps you could show me sometime; I'm still not precisely sure what they consist of.

[lord_wizard]

Think of it as a visual record of a play.

[thraxios]

Are there any you recommend?