talentsgirl | [ Voice, Action ] "You lost today, kid. But that doesn't mean you have to like it."

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[ Voice, Action ] "You lost today, kid. But that doesn't mean you have to like it."

[Molly debated, but in the end, didn't lock this post from Harry. It was as good as a note slipped under his door, really.]

Hey, Luceti, here's a crazy question. Does anyone know the best path up to the mountains? I hear there's a lake up there I'd like to see. And does the Welcome Center keep those really good maps in stock, the ones that are a bit more in detail than the one in the journal?

And here's a slightly less crazy question - if there's anyone feel like filling in an inquiring mind and have a chat over a cold one, I'd love to know some more about these missions everyone keeps going on. Even if it was about the more recent one, or about one of the ones we can sign up for, there's nothing like first hand experience. I'll be in the Good Spirits from 1-3 if there's any takers.

[And that is exactly where she will be, sitting at the bar or on one of the tables, looking friendly over a cold one... which will originally be an iced tea. She may upgrade, depending on the conversation and the conversate-ee.

After her time in the Good Spirits, hopefully chatting with friendly, informative folk and if not spent poured over a very old-looking book and a village map (hopefully someone will help her get her hands on one of the Nami editions), she'll head to the Item Shop and finish picking out her camping gear. After being exposed to some serious bad news magic, she hasn't been quite herself. And this dusty old book and a remembered conversation with Shiro once upon a time has given her an idea.]

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We're British. [He just shrugs a bit.] I've never been one to really take in the scenery when I need to get somewhere.

Funny, and here I thought the British were all about roses.

[As in 'stop and smell the' - okay, she's almost embarrassed for that joke. Almost.]

What precisely do roses have to do with anything? [He gets it, but he's just playing dumb for the sake of watching Molly flail.]

Don't you all have that rose garden and 'best flower in the garden' obsession? Or has Miss Marple been lying to me all these years?

British Muggles might, but I prefer the gardens of the Manor.

Careful, your class prejudice is showing.

[It's said with some marks of wry, general affection, however.]

[He just makes a sound of indifference, grinning slightly because he's entirely aware.] Why shouldn't it? We are upper class, after all. It'd be a shame if our standards weren't high.

It's tacky. Very last season. Like those guys who still wear their pants so they can show off their boxers.

...why would anyone even think that's a good idea? Absolutely tastele--hey! How is it tacky to remember my social standing?

[Pfff.]

Remembering it isn't tacky - it's all about the manners. In this case, the manner of reminding everyone else about your social standing. Kind of like how there's nothing wrong with wearing black silk boxers and everything wrong with displaying them for the public. Tacky.

It's sort of a matter of life and death in my world though. You understand.

[Molly is not about to let this conversation get sucked into a vortex of negativity and despair, thanks. She's seen enough of that recently.

So she knocks on the table beside where the journal is resting.]

Hello? Welcome to Luceti, your out-of-world experience is calling.

[He jerks slightly upon that knocking before it dawns on him...you know, maybe Molly could answer some things for him.]

Let me ask you something. If the out-of-world experience is starting to become just as dismal and useless as the homeworld experience, how do you fix it?

[Hmm. Well. There was an unforeseen twist. And here she'd just been trying to get out of explaining her journey.]

Is that a rhetorical, conceptual, or actual question?

[Oh don't worry, he'll get back to that in a bit. It can't always be about Draco Malfoy...just a lot of the time.]

Let's go for broke and say all three.

Then I would say by a good drink with a friendly acquaintance.

[Because honestly, how personal do you expect her to get over one of these open network things?]

I wonder what the specialty at Good Spirits is today. I haven't dropped by to bother the Slayer in a while. [In truth, he hasn't really been to Good Spirits much since Guy Cecil left ages ago.]

Is the titles instead of names routine a British thing too?

[This is more along the lines of a hypothetical question, and as she's not expecting an answer, she moves right along.]

I can't quite make out the menu from my seat. Maybe you'd better come check it out yourself.

I think it's more of a Malfoy thing than anything. [Usually it's last names, but he's really taken to just calling Buffy the Slayer instead of Summers for whatever reason. Better ring, really.]

If anything, I suppose I can always take my business elsewhere should they not have anything to my tastes. [And if she's listening she can probably hear him already moving to head out.]

I'm sure that they would be both heartbroken and resilient at your loss.

[She took a sip of her iced tea. This was an entirely unexpected conversation and she wondered if she should ask for something stronger.]

As they should be. I'm willing to give them loads of money if they have anything I like. [He's aware he's being ridiculous, but you know what, that's just too bad. You might want to make that into a Long Island ice tea, Molly, because in about fifteen seconds Draco's going to Apparate from his place to the outside of Good Spirits. She might even hear that loud crack like a whip that comes with the traveling.]

[She does hear the crack and jumps a little in her seat, looking around for the source of the noise.

Alas, she did not have the chance to alter her drink.]

[And a few seconds later Draco enters the bar, stopping shortly to let his eyes sweep the room before spotting Molly and heading her direction. He towers over her for a moment, tilting his head in thought.]

...iced tea. You're in a bar and you chose iced tea?

[Just shy of six feet herself, Molly doesn't particularly find Draco's towering tactic intimidating. It's the type of magic he so easily controls which she finds far more frightening, not that she'd ever let on.

She winks at him.]

I always was a rebel.

[He's not sure how to respond to that reaction, so he pauses for half a second before he chooses to roll his eyes.] And I actually feel like following the crowd for once. Any recommendations?

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