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Post by Jules on Mar 3, 2008 10:06:07 GMT -5
"Three's a crowd." He offered as an explaination. The three of them made a paticularly awkward crowd, too. One or the other on their own and he could be at ease and enjoy the company. Both of them together caused quite a bit of unwelcome (mostly) conflict in him. Never mind the fact he technically wasn't allowed to be jealous.
"Just thought I'd come by and say hello." He picked up his glass and sipped it, but made no move to get up and go just yet.
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 3, 2008 19:47:15 GMT -5
Gavin poured Samantha a cup of tea, grateful to have something to do since he couldn't think of any small talk what so ever besides commenting on the obvious sprightliness of her forehead and Gavin really didn't want to establish himself as any more of an awkward, bumbling dweeb than he already had.
Well, if three was a crowd, why wasn't David moving? Gavin dithered internally. On the one hand, Samantha was always more interested in David than him. On the other hand, Gavin had nothing interesting to say.
"Er... you can always take a pastery to go?" Gavin ventured, to stave off the awkward silence that would surely follow that comment. "Here you are, Miss Cross. Nice Darjeeling blend, isn't it?" Think of something! "So, er...." Awkward silence! Noooooo! "Had a... nice day so far, both of you?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 3, 2008 20:02:16 GMT -5
Having had much practice at keeping an impossibly boring conversation flowing smoothly, Samantha normally might have been able to answer with something just the right blend of charm and wit so that hardly a bump was noticeable. But Gavin really had a knack for halting conversation. Truly, it was a gift.
"Oh... er, well, it's been good?" She smiled feebly. "Um... David, dear, you know you're not a burden. You can stay if you wish." Dear. Honestly. Only good manners kept her from fidgeting. They hadn't been this awkward together before... You see? This is what happened when you were nice.
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Post by Jules on Mar 3, 2008 20:23:23 GMT -5
David grinned. He probably shouldn't have dropped by. Or said he was going to go when he didn't really want too. Samantha offered him an oppurtunity for him to stay, but how would it look if he did?
Alright, incredibly awkward. David had to figure out how to repair it before he left. Otherwise he'd feel guilty about ruining their little date.
"Well, my day was actually crap. I had to listen to some girl whine about how her father won't buy her another pony. And I had to be sympathetic."
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 4, 2008 22:37:16 GMT -5
Samantha arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow against her oh-so-sprightly forehead. "How dreadful it must be to be you," she said, somewhat amused. Though, there were some truth to the sarcastically spoken words. She mentally cringed just thinking about being forced to be nice to every simpleton she encountered.
"And how's your new armor treating you, Gavin?"
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Alexander peered up the tall, Victorian-structured building, shielding his eyes with a hand. Ick. Dreamland. Sunny.
Even though it was broad daylight, the Gaia looked pleadingly flammable. It had to be done.
He glanced at Bela and grinned a slow, lazy grin. "Ready, my dear?"
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Post by Maestro on Mar 4, 2008 23:03:42 GMT -5
Looking at the Gaia, Bela knew that if she hadn't already been wearing sunglasses, she definitely would have wanted a pair. Goodness, the building was practically sparkling in the sun. All that would soon change: things would be better for the two Nightmares and worse for the Dreams inside.
She grinned right back, ready to cause some havoc. "Absolutamente," she responded, a mischievous glint in her eyes again.
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 5, 2008 0:15:30 GMT -5
"Sorry to hear that," Gavin told David, with sympathy. "Best friend thing always drives you crazy, doesn't it? At least you don't have to rattle around the pastures fighting dragons on the weekends. You can tune out stuff like not having ponies. Dragons, not so much. I mean, not unless you want to be roasted and become tin foil dinner du jour."
Hey! He was sort of back to normal (or as normal as he got, anyways)! He was rambling coherently, at the very least, which was much better than his awkward and desperate topic jumps earlier.
Gavin beamed at Samantha, feeling at least mostly acclimated to her mind-numbing medieval beauties. "Yeah, it's doing great, thanks for asking! Held up against a dragon attack this weekend. Didn't get singed or melty at all, which generally happened with my old kit. Knight errantry loses something without all the dents and melty bits in the armor to show you know your stuff, but it is nice not to have just your shirt in between your skin and melting metal. Not fun, that."
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 5, 2008 0:33:03 GMT -5
Samantha's eyes widened and a hand flew to her mouth. "You fought a dragon?" she said in disbelief. "That's terrible! You could have been seriously injured." She clucked in a motherly fashion.
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Alexander ran a hand over his face, thinking. "Absolutamente," he muttered, slaying the word with his non-Spanish accent. "Hmm.... it's very, wooden, to be sure... but perhaps our ventures would be better served inside." He glanced at her. "What do you think?"
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Post by Jules on Mar 5, 2008 0:44:45 GMT -5
David laughed. "He's a knight. He's supposed to slay the dragon." He ran a hand through his hair and smiled. Things were balancing out again, and at least the conversation was flowing.
"But I beg to differ. If this girl, let's say, happened to be grossly overweight, then it was pretty akin to being chased by a firebreathing Dragon. She was surprisingly full of hot air."
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Post by Maestro on Mar 5, 2008 1:32:46 GMT -5
She snorted, amused by Alex's ... attempt at Spanish. "Unless you're going to work on that accent, I would stick to English, if I were you," she advised, smirking.
Looking over the building again at Alex's words, Bela smiled. "Yes, you're right. The much better to wreak havoc inside, my dear," she said, at some sort of strange attempt at referencing Little Red Riding Hood.
She started toward the gates, trying to figure out how they were going to get past the doormen without drawing attention. OH. Well, that was actually incredibly simple.
With a grin, she told Alex, "You might want to shield your eyes or turn your back, unless, of course, you want to become a statue. Wouldn't recommend it, though." Sauntering over to the doormen, she presented her library card with an air of someone that clearly expected to go through the gates without any problems.
One of the doormen took the card, looked at it, then at Bela, then back at the card. "That's actually a library card....not a membership card...," he began.
He didn't get any further than that. At that point, Bela very calmly said, "Well, YOU are actually a garden gnome," and raised her sunglasses. The Dream immediately turned to stone, a very surprised look on his face. Before the other doorman had a chance to run toward the Gaia, Bela glared at him, making sure his fate was the same as his co-worker's.
Making sure her sunglasses were firmly in place, Bela turned back to Alex. "The way is clear, mi príncipe" she told him, sweeping into an amazingly theatrical bow, far more elaborate than it would have been if she were actually showing him some respect.
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 5, 2008 1:54:48 GMT -5
"Er, yeah," Gavin replied, slightly confused at Samantha's alarm. True, dragons were one of the nastier aspects of knighthood, but a pretty traditional one. Still, it was nice she cared, particularly since she didn't seem to be the type to concern herself with other peoples' well-being. "I suppose. Dragon fell on me and all. But I'm as right as a ninety degree angle. Probably thanks to the armor." He grinned. "Kind of you to worry, though."
He snorted. "Nah, David, I'll fight you on this one. Saying your girl's worse than a dragon is like saying Captain Hook's only second evil to Satan. They fly and breathe fire. And insult you as you're fleeing for your life. I've lost at last three horses to dragons this year alone. Having several tons of angry reptile flying after you's much different than having any girl, however overweight and angry, ranting at you about their sad, sad lack of a pony."
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 5, 2008 23:23:23 GMT -5
She pursed her lips together. "Well, I know he's a knight, obviously, I suppose I just never.... Do you fight knights often?" she asked, doing a fairly good job of sounding casual. The most excitement that ever happened to her was stubbing her toe while doing a dance move. She couldn't imagine being.... beneath a dragon.
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"Um, sure...." Alexander said with doubt, but he turned slightly anyway, staring down at the ground. The small amount of vampire blood that his mother had passed over itched like mad.
When she announced the way was clear, and he got a good look at the doormen garden decorations, he shot her a suspicious look. "You frighten me a little," he said, and then looked back to the doormen. He knocked one on the forehead. "Hm." Burning his finger like charcoal, he drew mustaches on them.
He grinned and held out a arm to her. "Shall we?"
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Post by Maestro on Mar 5, 2008 23:43:54 GMT -5
Well, at least he had actually listened to her when she told him to turn around; she hadn't been quite sure that he was going to.
Bela just smiled slightly. "At least it's only 'a little'; if you were anyone else, you would probably be fleeing for your life right about now and what fun would that be? Besides," she added, somewhat impishly, "being a little frightened can be fun."
Grinning at his additions to the doormen, she nodded, approvingly. "Ah, yes, excellent work. They look much better now." And they did. Even after they had been turned into stone, they had still been unarguably Dream-like, something that Alex's doodles had helped to diminish.
She was slightly surprised by the offer of his arm, but she didn't show it. With a bright smile (still mischievous, of course), Bela took Alex's arm, quite excited about the prospect of what they were about to do. "We certainly shall," she murmured, starting off through the gates.
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 5, 2008 23:52:31 GMT -5
"Can I help you?" the young Dream girl at the front desk asked, irritably. Alex and Bela hardly seemed like they belonged here. Hmph.
"As a matter of fact, my new fiancee and I were looking to plan a reception. Honey? Why don't you keep her busy... er, with details. You know I can't tell white from mahogany blue." (Mahogany blue? Whatever. He'd never put stock in his artistic side anyway)
He edged a few steps away from Bela and snob-secretary and found several ideal targets to concentrate on. There were a lot, so it took him a moment, but seconds later, fire suddenly erupted at the bottom of every skirt in the room, and every drape.
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Samantha shrieked as her skirt suddenly erupted in flame. She fanned her face, uselessly, not even aware the rest of the room was ablaze.
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 6, 2008 0:05:35 GMT -5
"Er, not many other knights around," Gavin replied, a little uncertainly. "Most of them either got offed already or hung up their spurs. By dint of hiding in bushes most of the time I'm still-"
At that point in time Samantha shrieked, and Gavin realized that the room had mysteriously caught fire. this of course meant-
"Okay, where's the dragon?" Gavin left up out of his chair, realized that Samatha was on fire, and upended the milk on the flaming hem of her skirt. He grabbed a butter knife and waved it around pathetically. "Dragon, you... ok, never mind. You'd just eat me. Er, alright, Miss Cross?"
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