Pamela Swynford de Beaufort (walmrtsweatsuit) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-04-10 11:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, merryweather, pamela swynford de beaufort |
Who: Pam de Beaufort and Merryweather d'Azur
What: Pam rolls out the welcome wagon
When: 4/8, dusk
Where: On the street
Rating/Warning: PG
Status: Complete
Ever since her talk with Maia, things had felt a little better. Pam was taking the opportunity to go shopping before Maia got off work, figuring she could get a little present for both her and Maia. She’d been to the sex shop already, and now she was checking out shoes in the window of a store down the block.
Merry was walking toward where she’d parked, having spent a day looking for shoes that were both comfortable and cute. She whistled when she saw an adorable pair of heels in the window of a store, standing next to a pretty blonde woman.
Pam blinked, turning around, ready to respond pungently to the whistling. But it was a young girl, and her eyes weren’t focused on Pam. “What do you see?” she asked instead, more relaxed. “Sorry, thought you were whistling at me.”
Looking at the blonde, Merry grinned. “Nah, I was looking at those blue Fluevogs in the window, the ones where the heel looks kind of Baroque? Gorgeous.” She sighed. “I wish I had a reason to wear ‘em, though.”
Pam turned around, raising an eyebrow. “Ooh. Those are cute. Why don’t you have anyplace to wear ‘em? You’re cute enough.”
“I’m doing my residency at a vet’s office. We stand up a lot,” she sighed. “I kind of want my ankles to last until I die.” She smiled lopsidedly up at Pam, shorter than (yet another) person per usual.
“I bet, yeah.” Pam couldn’t help but smirk. “I spend a lot of time off my feet, so it’s sort of okay for me to wear heels.” Sometimes she was standing, other times she was riding a guy, whatever.
“See, you can just look gorgeous while sitting, right?” Merry smiled, offering the woman her hand. “I”m Merry, it’s nice to meet you. I just moved down here, and this was the first time I had to check out the shopping.”
“Pam.” She shook the girl’s hand. “Shopping’s pretty good, really. Things have been batshit lately, but they’re starting to calm down. One of the malls got attacked, but they think they know who it was.”
“Yeah, I saw that on the news, what the hell?” Merry had tried to control her potty mouth on the forums as practice to keep it from her clients at work. It was starting to work a little, but oh, she missed swearing.
“I don’t know.” Pam shook her head. “I hear that they’ve got ideas, but I don’t specifically know who it is. But that isn’t a normal thing. This place is pretty safe, usually. Just weird.”
“So I’m hearing.” Merry’s face scrunched up a little, remembering her dreams. “I dream I’m a fairy. It’s kind of awesome, but weird.”
“... Seriously?” Pam blinked. “Like, with magic and wings and all that? That’s a new one.” She thought she might have remembered someone else who was a fairy in their dreams, but she couldn’t remember who. “I dream I’m something else.”
Merry grinned. “Yeah, it was awesome, I had these sisters too. And my wings were my favorite color, so that’s nice.” She wrinkled her nose. “I’d hate to be a gross pink fairy or something.”
“What’s your favourite color?” Pam turned to face the girl. “I’m guessing not pink.” She was kind of amused that she immediately said ‘gross’.
“Blue,” Merry replied immediately. “Even as a baby, apparently I cried whenever people put me in ‘gender appropriate’ clothes,” she chuckled. “Screw gender norms, fight the power, yon wee baby.”
“That’s awesome.” Pam smirked. “I never really had a favorite color, but I used to fight my ma whenever she wanted me to wear skirts.” Her mother would beat on her sometimes if she fought too much, but best not to talk to a stranger about that.
“I like skirts just because they’re comfortable,” Merry said, leaning against the glass. “But I think parents would do a lot better to stop trying to force their kids to do a lot of crap that they want. Kids need opinions too.”
“They’re okay, but I wanted to wear what I fuckin’ wanted to wear.” Pam chuckled. “Besides, for work I have to wear short skirts and heels and stuff. So on off days I wear the shlubbiest shit I can.”
“I’m the opposite. I’m in scrubs and fuckin’ Crocs all day - they’re the best shoes for people who stand up all day, don’t judge. So when I’m off, I like dolling up.” Merry beamed, glad she’d done her makeup that day.
“I’m a dominatrix. I wish I could wear fuckin’ Crocs.” Pam laughed. “Only time I ever wore scrubs was when this doctor wanted to pretend to fuck in the morgue. Fucked up guy, but he tipped well.”
Merry’s eyes went wide for a moment before she laughed loudly. “You could get black Crocs and put little spikes in the holes?” She couldn’t help but shudder at the morgue thing, though. “God, fucking in a morgue sounds so cold, though!”
“It was, Christ.” Pam shook her head. “And we almost got caught, too. I’d have fucking got arrested. Got about an extra two hundred out of him for that. Though that’s not a bad idea about the Crocs, I swear.” She had to laugh again - were her fangs showing? She didn’t want to freak out this Merry. “I love heels, but God, my feet hurt just thinking about most of ‘em.”
“Oh! Crocs actually makes this sorta cute pair of ballet flats!” Merry rooted around in the tote bag she kept in lieu of a purse, pulling them out. “You can squint and not notice they’re Crocs, you know?”
Pam raised an eyebrow. “Those aren’t hideous. Imagine that.” She still probably wouldn’t wear them to work, but it would be great to modify them. Mess with the bottoms. “Maybe I’ll turn those into spike heels. Well. My own pair.”
“They’re not, nope.” Merry smiled, bouncing on her feet a little. “Hell yeah, I totally helped. Score one for Merry.”
“Yeah, you did.” Pam was amused in spite of herself; normally she wasn’t the type to like bouncy people, but this chick had her head screwed on straight. “Is that what you wear at the vet?”
“Yeah. I mean, I have standards, I can’t wear the normal ones.” Merry shook her head. “That’s sort of like giving up hope of ever having a social life, isn’t it?”
“It’s true.” Pam rolled her eyes. “My ex-girlfriend owned Uggs, that’s bad enough. I’m just glad my current girlfriend knows how to dress.” Or undress.
“Uggs are the worst,” Merry agreed. “They’re called fuckin’ Uggs! Of course they’re awful!” She didn’t even blink at the whole Pam being a lesbian thing, because it didn’t matter to her.
“I know, right? No one needs those. Ever.” Pam rolled her eyes. She figured this girl was pretty relaxed, and decided to be honest. “So, I’d say let’s go get a coffee, but I can’t eat or drink.” She showed her fangs, just a little.
Instead of eeping and looking away, Merry leaned forward. “Cool... is that ... you have canines kind of like a wolf, actually.” The fact that they were vampire fangs didn’t really bug her, and she wanted to touch one with her index finger. “Wanna go hang out in a park or something?”
“Yeah? Nobody’s ever said that to me, actually.” Pam blinked. “That’s cool. And yeah, that sounds fine.” She fell into step with Merry, walking casually down the street.
“They have elongated canines too. Are they always like that? Wait, you got those from the drea - you said you can’t - holy shit, that’s rad.” Merry’s brain hummed along and she grinned when she figured out that Pam was a vampire.
“That’s kind of refreshing, to hear that. Most people get all freaked out. I’m not gonna fuckin’ bite someone if they don’t want me to.” Pam shrugged. “Some people get off on it. Usually keeps me fed.”
“If you wanted to, you would’ve already,” Merry shrugged. “I’m honestly... this kind of makes all the stuff my cousin said make sense. I never got what she meant when she said she flew from her living room to her kitchen, or when she said she has wings.”
“Your cousin?” Pam echoed. “Who’s your cousin?”
“She used to live here, her name is Navi Wisdom. Used to be DuBleu, but she met her husband here. They said they moved up to Oregon to escape the crazy.”
Pam had to think a minute. “Not sure I ever encountered her. But getting wings is one of the less weird stories I’ve heard about this place.” This Merry wouldn’t believe her if she got really into stories.
“What’ve you heard?” Merry loved crazy stories.
“Um. I know a couple mages. Like, shoot fireballs out of their hands mages.” Pam thought a minute. “I know a demon? He’s a sweetheart, though. Works in entertainment, he’s right at home.”
Merry’s grin was wide. “I fucking love it here, have I said that? Now if we could turn the sun off so goddamn much, it’d be perfect.”
Pam had to laugh. “That’s your scene, huh? I know the feeling about the fucking sun. You aren’t one of us, are you?”
“I’m from Oregon. I like rain, and I like clouds.” Merry walked onto a curb, holding her arms out to her sides to balance herself. “I mean, the sun’s nice once in a while, but fuckin’ A, all the time?”
“That was me even when I wasn’t dead. I came here for the money.” Pam watched, amused.
“You’re not dead, you’re just pulse-challenged,” Merry grinned. She smiled at her new friend, moving to plop down on a park bench when she found one. “Have you been here long, then?”
“Better part of a year. It’s been interesting, that’s for damn sure. You’ll see what goes down.” Pam snickered. “Besides the girls.”
“Ba dum tiss,” Merry giggled. She stretched out her legs, arranging her skirt carefully. “Is it that bad where you have to be ominous?”
“I don’t know. It’s definitely out of the ordinary. Like ... there was a volcanic ash ... thing. Recently. The air was messed up for weeks.” Pam shrugged. She didn’t want to go into the Archdemon; that was probably too much for a newbie.
“Ugh, that would be awful. I bet everyone got cabin fever out the wazoo.” Merry wrinkled her nose; she was definitely the outdoorsy type.
“I’m used to it - can’t go out when it’s light. Actually it was nice for me, since the ash blotted out the sun.” Pam grinned a little. “I had a lot more freedom of movement.”
“I can imagine. God, it must be a bitch trying to get your hair cut or getting your license renewed as a vampire.” Merry wrinkled her nose.
“Haven’t had to hit the DMV yet, luckily.” Pam smirked, plunking herself down on a park bench, watching Merry amble around. “Honestly, it could be a lot worse, being me.” Could be better, but honestly, most of the shit was because of Maia’s dreams, not hers. “Feel worse for my girlfriend.”
“Is she okay?” Merry found it easy to worry about others, and her eyebrows furrowed with concern.
“She’s okay, just had to ... I don’t know, she had to fight something that normally only shows up in her dreams.” Pam shook her head. She still didn’t want to go into any other details, but still, that much was okay.
“That’s awful,” Merry murmured. She looked at Pam, then opened her arms. “Want a quick hug? I know you’re not the type, but I figured I’d offer.”
“It’s ok. But thanks.” She appreciated the offer for what it was. “The important thing is that it didn’t fuckin’ eat her.” Pam laughed.
“Of course it is.” Merry sat on her hands and chuckled. “I’d rather not know anyone who gets eaten, thanks.”
“At least not in the not fun way.” Pam heard her phone beep, taking it out and sighing. “Fuck, I gotta go, I have a client who wants to meet up. But I’ll see you around, yeah?” It was probably for the best; she didn’t want to pour her heart out to someone she’d just met.
“Yeah, of course!” Merry reached into her bag for one of her business cards, forking it over and smiling. “Go be awesome, Pam.”
“Thanks.” Pam sketched a mock salute to the girl before heading off. At least someone else was kind of cool here.