talentsgirl | [ Action, Voice ] Onions have layers, ogres have layers .002

[Today Molly Carpenter is in your community buildings, exploring the floors and kitchens and opening (hopefully unoccupied!) random doors. Why is she doing this? She's not quite settled that Community Building Six is the best place for her and Harry to be, so far away from town, and collect evidence to present her case. Also - hey, strolling down someone's apartment corridor could be a great way to meet people!

And secretly, she's looking for thresholds. It makes sense that there aren't any here - five years, at most, being kept in a place against your will - could that even form a threshold? She didn't know, but it was so terribly contrary to her understanding of magic that she had to investigate.

Later in the day, a series of filters starting at 5 and not working their way up past 15 percent will appear in the journal followed by a voice post.]

[Filter at 5 percent]
Testing, testing... so you actually can do this.
[Filter at 10 5 percent]
Testing... drat.
[Filter at 10 7 percent]
Test, test - man, I thought for sure that would work
[Filter at 15 percent]
Ah-ha! Think I'm getting it now...
[Filter at 20 15 percent]
Test... nope.
[Filter at 20 15 percent]
Maybe this will--
[Filter at 20 15 percent]
Oh, come on!

Hi! So. Sorry if anyone bothered with that. I'm trying to get the hang of this "filtering" thing but it's just not like anything I've ever done before. If a couple wouldn't mind putting up some really low, easy filters in this post against me, I'd really appreciate it. That way I could try to sort of... learn it backwards? Thanks.

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I'll see what I can do. It might be a bit, though.

Take all the time you need. What else do we have to do in this place anyway?

I hadn't been to a library before arriving here, actually, but she was a scholar, so it was perfect for her while she was here.

"It's still good. A little sweeter -- I think the Indian arack had coconut."

A few weeks. Still getting acquainted to everything, although most of it didn't take as long as I'd expected. Yourself?

"Hmm..." She contemplated her cup and took another sip. It was really kind of pleasant, actually, but she thought she'd be better off chasing it with the mead. So she moved to open the bottle. "You never know, the Indian arack might still show up here. This place has all kinds of drinks, even the sort I've only seen on television."

She pauses a bit and then rephrases, "The sort I've only heard about in stories that were supposed to just be make-believe. I'm going to have to try it one day, just... on a day when I have nothing in particular to do for the rest of that night or well into the next morning."

Ten days. [And it's been some of the strangest days of her life.

And that was saying something.

She jerks a thumb over her shoulder towards her wings.]

Have they stopped hurting for you yet? Mine are still sore.

Wow, really? Does that mean that you two aren't from the same world?

[Pause a beat]

Sorry if that was rude - I'm still getting the hang of this whole 'other worlds' thing. I don't know which questions are okay to ask or not.

[Okay, wow. Taken on its own, this filter would be quite intimidating.

But with her knowledge of the basics... yeah.

Yeah, she's got this.]

Sure, it's pretty good - I hope it's not too much trouble for you, though.

[Or, you know, time, which would have been the politer way of putting it.]

"And on a day you'll also be inviting me down to witness, aye?"

Un.expected.

"I wasn't planning on encouraging witnesses." She poured the mead into her glass. "In fact, if I was going to be smart about it I should just take it back to my room so I'd have something soft to pass out on."

"Ain't healthy, Miss Molly. Drinking alone."

She was sure he was offering to be a witness out of extreme concern and awareness for her health. Her mouth twisted wryly and she lifted up her glass to take a sip, "Not if you make a habit of it."

She's pretty sure that her one experience with Romulan Ale would be unhealthy anywhere, actually, and it was probably much safer to imbibe it where she couldn't accidentally hurt anyone. Or throw up in public. That would be a plus as well.

He drained his arack and poured himself another fingerful.

"Now me, Molly. I make a point to not drink alone."

She'd gone from Miss to Molly in a handful of seconds, and wondered really, if there was any rhyme or reason to it at all. But she had the feeling he was driving at a point and was interested in seeing how he'd make it, so she made a noncommittal sound of interest.

Miss meant he was having her on, of course. Teasing. Sassing, in a way.

"And I've got three rules for my men. Fight like bast--fight well. Never steal except from the enemy and if starving. And don't get drunk without my permission."

These rules were real enough but his slight cheeky smile suggested something else -- reveling in the contradiction as he downed his second glass like a shot. "There's altogether too much drinking in the ranks, you see."

[Sally glances over her own shoulder like she's forgotten about them, which, well, she definitely hasn't. It's just still weird, is all.]

I guess they're a bit sore when I stretch them out to their full length, but other than that, they're all right. A massive inconvenience, but all right.

[Still, she offers a reassuring smile.] Yours should stop hurting any day now.

Molly took a moment to note that she quite liked that smile on him and another to note that it indicated he was probably having a joke and enjoying it immensely.

Ha.

"I see," a wry smile turned up at the way he tossed back his glass. "And officers have to set an example?"

In drunkenness... or lack thereof.

[Her response was automatic and perhaps strange considering Arthur may have already gathered that there aren't many knights in modern times.]

I'd say that there's more to being a knight than having a horse. It's got a lot more to do with a man and why he fights.

[...and maybe what sword he carries.]

Right. [A quick grin.] I'm Molly, by the way.

There's always trying to figure out a way to dye the wings.

[It's a plan. It's a... bad plan. But it's a plan and it's on the backburner.]

Here's hoping. I had the truly genius idea to yank on them when I first got here, so... [That was fun.] They're weird, right? I mean, I read up on them in the guide but they're still weird. I keep walking around and doing double-takes when I see them.

Dye your wings? [First: That's possible?] You don't like the color?

"An officer's got to be a proper gentleman, milady."

And now it was milady. Fitting with what he was describing, perhaps, and setting off the inner part of every girl that dreamed of being a princess (a princess with magic sparkly powers who everyone loved and who could always, always use her powers to defeat the bad guys and banish all evil and pain - pity magic didn't work that way) in a light titter, but also strange.

Molly levered the class on the counter top by propping her elbow on it and lowering the glass down. Casual. Easy. She kept her arm at that nearly-90 degree angle and used it to twist towards him, canting her head to the side in a motion of inquiry that bared the tattoo on her neck. "In my time, most men consider themselves gentlemen if they bother to open the door for a woman."

A mild observation to clue him in that they might not be speaking the exact same language, so she's not sure how far to take this chance to tease him.

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and then this song came on: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hareuDAQKaA