(no subject)

[pacificate]

Teleportation is problematic. Without a guiding mind, the possibility of a gruesome death upon arrival is, for most intents and purposes, certain. Therefore I must be fortune's favorite, unless--

[ The sound of a smile. ]

Gentlemen, ladies. Let's talk, shall we?

[ Adrian waits in the lobby, journal in hand and standing still to keep his purple suit wrinkle-free. ]

Comments

Written;

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

'Well, I commented on your suit so I can't be far, hm?'

Written;

[pacificate]

On the contrary. [ Though he can't spot any surveillance cameras. ]

Can I recognize you by your interesting outfit?

Written;

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

'It is a military uniform.'

Written;

[pacificate]

[ He'd offend if he said that's not interesting. So he casts his gaze around. ]

Written;

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade's to the side, relaxing on a lounge chair to the side of the lobby. The uniform is blue and stands out from the red couch, at least.]

Written;

[pacificate]

[ Strong lines and neat tailoring on that double-breasted vest. The most likely. He approaches. ]

Ms. Curtiss.

Written;

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade blinks a bit at that, then smirks wryly and offers a mock salute before writing.]

'Mr. Adrian.'

Written;

[pacificate]

[ He notices the surprise but makes no mention of it yet. ]

You don't speak?

Written;

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

'The castle saw fit to remove my voice, unfortunately.'

Written;

[pacificate]

Was it so important to you?

Written;

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

'Quite. More so than most, If I understand correctly.'