Taisce Moore is a knight with a shining M4. (taisce) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-07-29 14:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [07] july, ellie, lucas |
WHO: Taisce, O'Brien, Luke, and (eventually) Ellie. (And a special guest appearance by Marty.)
WHAT: THERE'S A BIRTHDAY IN THE HIZZOUSE!
WHERE: Uhhhhhh mostly at Chateau d'O'Brien, but there's a little bit of wandering initially.
WHY: Because Taisce and Luke are brats.
WHEN: July 29, 2019; late-afternoon
RATING: Low
STATUS: In-progress
Taisce got distraction duty. One thing she thought she might be good at. But that wasn't something she could accurately judge.
She'd left her backpack outside O'Brien and Luke's room, out of sight, for the time being. She'd grab it after she was done playing distraction unless Luke thought to grab it and take it inside.
It took her a good bit to walk to O'Brien's normal guard tower. It was, hopefully, enough of a distance to be a proper distraction. When she laid eyes on Marty through the window, her face contorted into an obvious grin of the plotting sort.
She brought her hand up to knock on the door, startling Marty who nearly fell backward out of the chair he'd been sitting in. She could hear his binoculars clatter to the floor. That meant he'd opted to attempt to grab something and let them fall. She stifled a laugh as he made his way over.
"Who is it?" Marty asked.
"Taisce, I don't think we've met officially, I have a favor to ask you," she replied.
"I know who you are," Marty replied, unlocking the door and opening it a crack, leaning against the edge of it with his shoulder as he leaned out slightly. "What can I do for you, beautiful?"
"Well, it's O'Brien's birthday, and I'm in charge of being a distraction. I need something that's going to keep him out of his room for probably twenty minutes. Think you can help me?"
Marty thought on it a moment, tapping at his chin with a finger. "What did you have in mind?"
"How would you feel about me using you as a bit of a scapegoat?" She grinned.
"Ha, everyone uses me as a scapegoat. You wouldn't be the first," Marty grinned his trademark grin.
At the okay, Taisce whipped out her phone and shot off a text message before returning it to her pocket. She then looked at Marty, mirroring his goofy, smirky grin.
"What'd you tell him?"
"That you abandoned your post."
Marty's expression turned to a shocked and pained one rather quick. "Shit! You're lucky that you're pretty and that I don't dislike you," he shrugged. "But I am rather hungry. Would you keep an eye long enough for me to get a bite?"
Taisce nodded, and with that, Marty made his way down the stairs and jogged toward the kitchen. He wouldn't be gone long. He'd probably be back by the time O'Brien got there.