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vas_captio_npc ([info]vas_captio_npc) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-10 22:34:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 15, fina, ianto jones, jack harkness, jenny schecter, lexie grey, location: theatre, open, remy lebeau

Day 15: 10:02 AM, Theater
Who: Wide Open to anyone
What: A party, just for you!
Where: The Theater
When: 10:00 AM - 12:00PM
Rating: PG

Status: Active

They'd had some trying days, hadn't they, these guests of Vas Captio? They needed a rest, or at least something warm to eat, right? Don't worry, dear ones, those men behind the curtain care very, very much for your mental and physical well being. Yes, yes we do!

For those brave souls who heeded the call into the theater they would find it lavishly decorated. Wreaths and ribbons strung from the balconies, linens were laid out on a long banquet table. Atop the table there are several large platters filled with an array of hot, steaming foods, fresh fruits and vegetables, and ice cold drinks. More specifically characters will find: Hamburgers, Spaghetti, a large crock of chicken noodle soup, a sushi platter, a fruit platter, a large bowl of fresh mixed greens, steaks, and a large vat of chilli. There is beer, and cold water, and <i>coffee</i>.

"Welcome Survivors!" Proclaims a banner strung across the stage.

Captives are welcome to eat and drink to their hearts content. There is nothing wrong with the food dears. Problem is, if you try and take the food out. You see, the moment that you cross the threshhold with your salad or your steak or your chilli, or even your beer it rots. Really rots. The Sushi turns to blackened sludge, the lettuce wilts and goes slimey, and the chicken noodle soup turns and odd mix of black and green as the noodles fall apart before your eyes. Sorry, you all aren't allowed to share.

Party time ends at Noon. Don't worry, we won't let you forget.


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[info]dont_f_withme
2009-07-12 03:35 am UTC (link)
Jenny wandered in to the area. It had been some days since she'd holed up there in the hidden hallway of actor rooms. The place she'd spent so much time worrying about someone finding her before she killed herself when she'd been tossed inside the game for betraying her captors. The place she'd attempted to explore with Locke in order to give him his medication which she'd been sure to bring with her since they weren't planning on giving it to him. Except he'd gone and gotten himself expelled or killed or whatever.

She wasn't interested in the food. Or the people here. She couldn't bring herself to be okay with Remy just not. Not with what she knew about him and how cooly he treated her all the time. The one person she wanted to spend time with was L and he was busy. With Laura.

There were thick paper plates on one table and plenty of fruit. She filled up an entire plate on that stuff and settled on the fringes of the area, in the shadows, to pick at the fruit. The plan was to be left alone while being near people even still and most likely she would be.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-07-12 04:08 am UTC (link)
The Cajun, after prompting Lexie, then staring down in his journal to write a few things, finally looked up and around. Poor Lexie wouldn't get a chance to answer his cheeky question. "Now I feel like uh ass. Why you ain' c'mon ov'r here, chere? Go' plen'y room. Ain' gon' bi'e. Where you been?" Curious Cajun, who was turning to lean on the back of his seats and brace his arms on them, hands folding and resting there, so his chin could settle atop them as those red eyes focused intently on her. He was in Jack Harkness' jacket, of course.. and a button-up dress shirt now. But it didn't matter.. it'd been about time he changed his clothes.

And soon, he'd be recommending it to the Doctor. Blue suit. Really?

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[info]dont_f_withme
2009-07-12 04:16 am UTC (link)
"I'm not worried about you biting, Remy," she said quietly from where she sat. She'd asked him to leave her alone and he'd ignored her request so what was she to do now? She didn't trust him anymore. Remy really didn't have it in him to be a good person. She knew that now, not just from reading it on a piece of paper but she'd experienced it.

Why he looked like he was trying to fit in with the Time Lord and the Immortal side kick she couldn't say. It was strange and had she not known what she did about him she might have trusted him even more with him in that get up. Instead it fueled her feeling of betrayal.

"I didn't mean to interrupt you, chere. Go back to what you were doing, please." Her voice was pleasant and she forked a piece of cantaloupe, pushing it past her lips in a languid manner before chewing it with a smile.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-07-12 05:21 am UTC (link)
"Why you bein' so col', chere?" He was pushing himself out of the chair with slow, graceful motions. But his knees gave in and he had to sit back down. Hah. Oh, he was light headed. No more drinking for Mssr. LeBeau. Even if he wanted another glass. If he couldn't stand, it was time to say that enough was enough. At least he was still in a semi-state of clarity, and was able to speak (mostly) intelligently.

"You ac'in' like you ma' at me. Wha' I do now?" She was, surprisingly, acting like his wife. She'd been very hot and cold with him to, when they'd met. She was excited, then she hated him, then she thought she loved him, then he was a bastard, then she hoped he died, then he killed her brother, then she tried to kill him.. big mess. Like a normal marriage.

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[info]dont_f_withme
2009-07-12 05:34 am UTC (link)
If anything, Jenny was not behaving like a wife. She was unhappy with how she had put aside her usual feelings and become attracted to someone with a fucking dick. It wasn't like her even if Tim had been the love of her life and no relationship with a woman had ended happily since she'd decided to give up men. Remy? Well he was disappointing. And if he was going to suddenly figure out how she was feeling after ignoring everything else, he was going to get less satisfaction than he bargained for.

"Cold? No," she said with another smile and another fork of melon into her mouth. "I'm content to sit here on my own. I did ask you to leave me alone but you didn't. And that's fine. But I have to ask. Did you expect me to fawn over you or something? I'm sorry. I don't usually fawn. Melon?" she asked with a grin and held up a fork with melon attached toward his mouth.

All the while she talked with him her face held a very pleasant, smiling expression. That he'd bothered her was not apparent at all in her eyes. It wasn't like she'd asked to be there with him last night. He'd asked her and she'd shown up. Only to be left by herself to awaken alone. What was she supposed to feel? He'd never made any claims to wanting more than a warm body beside him she had no right to act like he had so the fact that he'd hurt her feelings was never going to be plain on her face. She would hold that card close to her vest and take it to the grave with her.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-07-12 05:51 am UTC (link)
"You angry at me. Why? I ain' done not'in' to you." Yet. "C'mon.. Jus' tell me why, leas'?" And he very nearly went over to get that piece of melon, but his unsteady legs and the worry that she might actually plunge the fork into his mouth and them up into his brain.. sort of.. you know.. worried him. So he shook his head some at the offering.

He'd pass, thanks.

"'Dis 'cause yes'er'ay mornin'? 'De nigh' 'fore? Wha' I do? I say somet'in'? Do somet'in'? C'mon, can' jus' 'ten' like you ain' ma'. Know y' are." He tilted his head some, letting it roll a little to the side on his hands as he watched her closely. For some reason, he felt a little guilty, but wasn't sure why. He had nothing to feel guilty for, after all. It wasn't like he'd had sex with her then got up and left when he was done (and he'd definitely done that before). So why was she so angry at him? Angry to the point of being nice. That was the worst kind.

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[info]dont_f_withme
2009-07-12 05:58 am UTC (link)
Whatever happened it was her fault. Not his. Which was another reason why she wanted him to leave her alone. She hadn't been able to make up her mind what she wanted and now that L was busy with Laura again it felt as though she'd been just dropped into the middle of nothing again. All by herself once more. Even if she wasn't willing to admit it to herself, she'd wanted someone to care and give a shit about her. Someone she could call her own. Wasn't that what she always wanted?

But truth was she couldn't pin Remy down any more than she actually wanted to do that anyway. He was a free spirit. Something she wished she was and there was no way in hell she was going to try to make him feel bad for what he was. That was why she was being nice. That and to protect herself from him knowing just how ridiculous she really was. If he could forgive her for being the Insider and still want her around, she wouldn't show him any more of her completely messed up personality.

"You didn't say anything, Remy. You didn't do anything. I'm not mad," she said and smiled, eating the melon she'd held out to him with a shrug of her shoulders. "Did you read my file?" she asked, coyly, canting her head and fluttering her eyelashes playfully at him. All deflection, all smiles.

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