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Entry tags:
- @ mog hill,
- @ mog hill: apache,
- ava lockhart,
- benevenuta crispo,
- benji ryans,
- charles xavier,
- clarice "blink" ferguson,
- deacon frost,
- hal yorke,
- hasibe ozcelik,
- hellboy,
- ilde decima,
- irene adler,
- ivan,
- jae-hyun kim,
- jaime lannister,
- james t. kirk,
- john mitchell,
- kalinda sharma,
- lea bit eshtazin,
- lucius malfoy (sr),
- lyla tzigano,
- odessa wander,
- penelope lane,
- rachel conway,
- raylan givens,
- sally owens,
- sharon "boomer" valerii,
- solomon koenig,
- steve rogers,
- wolfgang einhorn,
- xas,
- { logan,
- } alan shore,
- } alter ego,
- } ana lewis,
- } angela montenegro,
- } barbara gordon,
- } brian stuart,
- } charity burbage,
- } cindy,
- } garrus vakarian,
- } gillian owens,
- } hamilton fish,
- } hermione granger,
- } jane shepard,
- } kate bishop,
- } kiden nixon,
- } laura kinney,
- } marty williams,
- } mycroft holmes,
- } olivia dunham,
- } philomena flores,
- } rex lewis,
- } sebastian lemat,
- } sherlock holmes,
- } stark,
- } stephanie brown,
- } tatiana caban
Noli equi dentes inspicere donati.
Who: EVERYONE.
What: Swap meet.
Where: The Apache and surrounding environs.
When: Sukkardi the 14th of Haneden
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The Apache is much the same as it always is: dimly lit, with the jukebox playing in the background, and the bartender serving whatever's on tap.
...and then I rephrased THIS TIME IT WILL BE RIGHT
--Irene says with her eyebrows up as she deposits herself into a chair close by and takes off her shoes as if she were are home. (Her toenails are red and no one is surprised). Her tone, however, isn't mocking or faux-concerned, just- neutral, idle. Pointing out a fact- he looks truly miserable- and making an academic inquiry.
Maybe she's spent too much time around Holmeses.
...and then I edited for ILDE! LADIEEEES...
He knows Irene's offer of a drink isn't an idle one; he's finished off his scotch. There'd be no harm in another. He could use it. Ilde's company has done wonders to distract him, but with her temporary departure, he's gone straight back to being grim.
"I think those terms could be arranged," he replies, deadpan.
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And she's getting to her (bare) feet, accidentally-on-purpose bumping into a young man here as someone's plus one or just gatecrashing, as he isn't from the cohort (as Mycroft will likely know). He smiles. She smiles back. There's a joke about her lack of footwear somewhere. It takes exactly one minute and thirty two seconds before he's gone off to fetch her a scotch, though if he thinks he gets to stay talking to her after that then he's sorely mistaken.
She collapses back into her chair and rests her elbow on the armrest, her chin on her hand, smiling at him.
"Delegation. But you know all about that."
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This is a delightful discovery, obviously; she retakes her seat at his side, apparently intending to tuck herself up there and lazily occupy this space until Ivan has done amusing himself with their cohort and it's time to find a bar more to their tastes or the way back to his flat. He's already disapproved of her company once, tonight, but surely she can't get into any trouble over here.
Well, except that she could probably find a way to get into trouble sitting very quietly alone in a dark room, and there's Irene, but nevermind that. At least the very wonderful thing about Ilde is that in order to give someone else's conversation privacy, all she need do is close her eyes.
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“Ms Adler, how did you come to know Miss Decima?” he goes on to ask, using a 'normal,' inquisitive-yet-casual tone that could mean anything or nothing. Truthfully, he's already familiar with how they became acquainted (a Network conversation centered around lingerie and the more practical applications of Ilde's illusions), but asking after the harmless story serves the twin purposes of: 1. finding out how Irene chooses to respond to him and 2. subtly reassuring her that he hasn't, in fact, read every public post on the Network. (He has.)
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It is almost true, and just false enough to be incredibly obnoxious.
However, she does answer his question with the truth; "Oh, you know, the Network- but we met face to face by accident. Five AM at the Lost Society." And not for one moment does she genuinely believe that Mycroft has not picked through the Network with incredible attention to detail, because to some extent she's done the same thing, albeit without his powers of deduction.
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Ilde considers for a few moments.
“Family friendliness of topics probably depends on your family. My father would love you.” ...to Irene, and yes, he really would.
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“Ms Adler is not that kind of friend.” He pauses to raise a brow in mock-consideration. “Not to my family, in any case.”
There's a definite unspoken 'Despite how hard she may have tried to seduce my brother' hanging in the air, but Mycroft's banking on Ilde not having secret powers of deductive logic as well as Irene continuing to content herself with vagueries. The Woman has her own secrets to keep, after all.
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She turns the same smile on Ilde. "From what you've told me about him, I'd have to at least buy your father a drink-" Irene admires reckless absurdity "-although look how that ended for Hasi."
Though the tone of her voice implies that a two month flash of marriage for the hell of it isn't the worst thing she can think of. Well, she did pronounce it 'adorable' when Ilde told her the story. "How do you two know each other?"
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Abandoning his initial plan of eyeing Ilde like she's utterly mad, he looks to Irene instead, his expression now relaxed.
“In foreign languages,” he says.
What is the proper etiquette when one is in a dive bar in an alternate dimension speaking to two young ladies who enjoy publicly discussing sex, anyway?
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Very sincerely.
And then she glances to the side, holds up her index finger to both of them as if forbidding them to speak- possibly they're not allowed to in her absence, possibly that's the idea. "Oh, I'll just be a second..."
While she's picking up that scotch from the man she's enlisted- who is so distracted by her leaning into his personal space that he ends up a few steps away before he even realises he's gotten exactly nothing out of that encounter but lighter pockets- and returning, glass in hand.
Accepting a drink from Irene Adler isn't actually much like signing a contract with the devil; the look she gives Mycroft suggests it is anyway.