♅ eleventh (or first all over again)

[themistress]

[If you're in town, you might notice a woman walking around, plastering flyers all over the place. Each flyer is advertising services. She's really sticking them everywhere, and handing them to people on the street. Perhaps you'd like to hire her. According to the flyer, she

• teaches magic
  
• plans parties
  
• performs acupuncture (*pain guaranteed)
  
• is available for rimjobs
  
• grooms cats

Perhaps you'd like to comment on her skills. Perhaps you just want to stare at her because it's autumn and she's wearing a sheer dress and thigh-high boots and nothing else. Or maybe you just happen to note that she's so very familiar.

Either way, a flyer was just stuck to your chest. Because the woman might think of you as a lamppost.]

Comments

[hellshaped]

[Hellboy stops in his casually strolling around because. That's a weird thing that just happened.

He peels the flyer off his chest with a small grimace and turns around to frown at this lady!]

Excuse me.

[themistress]

[Mistress pauses, turns and smiles.]

Yes, would you like to hire me? Cat grooming or rimjob?

[hellshaped]

Oh jeez, it's you.

[He's surprised! Why he didn't recognize her in the first place (who else dresses like that just casually strolling around, really) is a mystery.]

I'll pass. Thanks.

1/2

[losemycherry]

Hey, lady! I'm not public property! You go post your flyers on somebody else.

[themistress]

Have you considered not standing in public, then?

[losemycherry]

That's--

[Yamada doesn't finish, but just shakes her head in dismay. She delicately removes the flyer from her blouse and turns it over. Once she has examined it thoroughly, her eyes widen with intrigue.]

You can teach magic?

[imalwaysright]

[There's a poster on his chest.]

I'm a person. Not public property. [And he rips the sheet off--

... That's... a weird list of skills. Especially put together.]

[themistress]

You're in public, aren't you? That makes you public property.

[imalwaysright]

Nope, the only person I belong to is myself.

[assassino]

[Ezio is sitting on a bench when a flyer is pushed in the direction of his bowed head, and he pulls his attention out of his book just long enough to grab the offered flyer before it touches him. He glances at it, disinterested, and then does a doubletake at the fourth item. What?

He looks up from his book properly, to see who would offer such a thing so publicly.]

Madonna?

[themistress]

No, Mistress! Let me guess -- acupuncture?

[assassino]

[He hops to his feet, almost a little eager.]

I do not know what that is, but if it is by your hands, Mistress, I'm sure I would enjoy it...

[Curiously:]

When did you arrive again?

[nolifecount]

[One of the fliers got stuck to a very dark, tall, handsome but scary looking vampire who is shrouded in his dark shadows of aura. He peeled off the flier and reads it, blinking behind his orange sunglasses.

He wanted to ask what's a rim-job, but decide against it. With a thick European accent.]

You got a variety of odd skills.

[themistress]

Yes, I do. Do any of them interest you?

[nolifecount]

[He smiles darkly.]

None in particular. You just plaster this poster on me and that can't escape my notice.

[legacydeck]

[Clow is a little surprised, but not terribly perturbed, to find himself suddenly be a sign board. He kind of stares after the woman because, well. She's rather worthy of it right now. Then he stops to read the leaflet, and then he's walking to catch up with her, curiosity bright in his smile]

Excuse me - may I ask what kind of magic?

[themistress]

Elemental magic! Fire and rocks and water and all that good crap!

[legacydeck]

Fascinating. I don't suppose you'd consider a trade of services?

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[Hey, this lamppost is wearing armor. And less than amused. Especially with who he's seeing.]

You're here again?

[themistress]

Yes, I was on this corner yesterday, but most of these lampposts and benches and mailboxes seem to have changed their shirts.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

...

People aren't lampposts and benches, lady.

i'm not late

[heloise]

[ She's staring openly at that sheer dress and neat boots before her attention's drawn by the flyer now in her hand. ]

What are rimjobs?

YOU'RE SO LATE also i'm so sorry for this

[themistress]

That's where you bend over and get your asshole tongue-fucked.

[She's terribly perky about it.]

[silvertree]

[ Celeborn was idly strolling through the town until an indecently dressed woman slapped a flyer on his back. This of course won a scowl from the Elvenlord as he reached around to snatch the flyer off him. Once he managed to do so, the Elf's brow arched upward. ]

...You're a sorceress of some kind?

[ He's not even going to ask what the hell a "rimjob" is. Nope.]

[themistress]

Yes, I am. The best kind.