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Tweak says, "we're all a little crazy here"

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

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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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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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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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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