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mayfield_logs2012-02-10 09:48 pm
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[o] Date
Who: Doc Scratch and The Condesce.
What: Fancy dinner with night time star gazing at the end.
Where: L'Déplaisant and then Makeout Point (minus any makeouts)
Warnings: Hideous.
[It had been one day since Scratch propositioned the Empress for a night out. A lot can happen in 24 hours and Scratch has been busy preparing this in advance. He has no romantic intentions at all, but even purely business matters should be treated properly. Condesce is an employee of Lord English's (well, future employee for her point of view) and he fully intends to treat her with the same respect he would treat anyone loyal to his Master. And, as always, he a most excellent host.
Which is why he will arrive in front of 724 Anderson on schedule with his car (which he has finally learned to drive) to greet her. As always he's dressed the same way, but why change what is already perfect? He also has a small bouquet of lavender roses, naturally for her. So, right as schedule dictates, he will ring the door bell and wait.]
What: Fancy dinner with night time star gazing at the end.
Where: L'Déplaisant and then Makeout Point (minus any makeouts)
Warnings: Hideous.
[It had been one day since Scratch propositioned the Empress for a night out. A lot can happen in 24 hours and Scratch has been busy preparing this in advance. He has no romantic intentions at all, but even purely business matters should be treated properly. Condesce is an employee of Lord English's (well, future employee for her point of view) and he fully intends to treat her with the same respect he would treat anyone loyal to his Master. And, as always, he a most excellent host.
Which is why he will arrive in front of 724 Anderson on schedule with his car (which he has finally learned to drive) to greet her. As always he's dressed the same way, but why change what is already perfect? He also has a small bouquet of lavender roses, naturally for her. So, right as schedule dictates, he will ring the door bell and wait.]
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Of course, that rarely solved the problem of her more broad, Alternian shoulders, but she made due.
She made a brief glance at the flowers, obviously taking in the detail. Purple. At least he had sense not to get red roses.]
Good evening, Doctor.
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Regardless he takes her hand and even presents the roses to her formally.]
Good evening, Empress. Lets not waste time and get going. It won't be a long drive, should be there in under a minute.
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Good.
[After all, she had been walking everywhere thusfar.]
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After you.
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In the mean time, she observes the composition of the car curiously.]
sorry for slow =u=
But, that only lasts for a few seconds, and then the car stops. The green glow vanishes away and the car is now parked outside the restaurant.]
I'm not a very good driver, so I do hope this is fine.
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It was one of the chief reasons she enjoyed the Guardian's company. As far as his driving went...well, how could she argue, when she had all of her battleships powered by psionics?]
Think nothing of it.
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The night is young, but we shouldn't make waste. I have much I want to speak with you about.
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Oh? Of what sort?
[Granted, she was certain the good Doctor wouldn't have wasted her time dragging her about if it wasn't important, which had been the reason she agreed.]
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No need to rush things. The flow of conversation will lead us there, as an inevitability. We will get to it with due time. For now, you should enjoy the evening.
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She had a lot on her mind since Mayfield's interference in her timeline.]
We'll see.
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It isn't long before they are sitting in the dimly lit restaurant across from one another, the waiter leaving as soon as he hands them the menus.]
I won't be getting anything to eat, but feel free to order for yourself. It's all on me.
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It was simply a matter of which fish she would take a gamble on. When the waiter makes his way back, she simply points at a seafood fish at random, which happens to be red snapper.
While he disappears into the back, she watches him with a look of mistrust, pursing her lips slightly. She didn't like the idea of someone she was unfamiliar with preparing her meal.]
Do you frequent this area?
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[He takes a sip of the cold water on the table and grins.]
You need not worry. I doubt the drones have any ill will toward you, unlike others who have crossed your path many times before.
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Word gets around rather quickly here in Mayfield, I find. Assuming drones are all that is back there.
[Her tongue slid thoughtfully across her lips before her eyes fell back to Scratch, hands folding upward to support her chin.]
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[He doesn't really mind Condesce's fears. They are natural for an Empress like herself, who has had her reign met with such strife and grief.]
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I have a legacy to protect.
[She nods once in Scratch's direction and seems to relax, eyelids lowering a bit.]
Yes, that is acceptable.
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[No Scratch, she doesn't want to wait!!!!!!!!
She will, only because she has to. But she takes the time to be rid of that glass of ice water once she's satisfied that it isn't laced with something. It doesn't take long for her to glance back and watch for the waiter again, a crease of impatience forming between her eyes.]
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Looks like your dinner has arrived.
[And no sooner does the waiter make it to the table and, with a faux french accent, he lifts the platter and reveals the red snapper Condesce ordered.]
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She eyes said fish with an immense amount of scorn, her jaw shifting in and out of place. Its fairly difficult to keep her cool, and so instead of doing something rash...
The Condesce simply unrolls her fork and stabs the snapper right in the center of its body before looking at Scratch expectantly.
She's silent for obvious reasons, and simply pushes the platter toward him with a single finger.]
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Hee Hee.
[He already had an idea of what it looked like from when Condesce ordered, but just her reaction was priceless.
He unrolls the napkin with his own utensils and picks out the fork and knife. For a moment he stares at the snapper, before deciding how to cut a small portion off and bite into it. It takes him some time to chew before he swallows, but he does so successfully.]
...It could have used more salt, but it's cooked well otherwise. [He pushes the plate back to her, the fork still wedged in.] Enjoy it.
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She'll enjoy mincing it into small pieces with just her fork. She's not even interested in eating it at this point. First she has to cut it into the smallest squares imaginable.]
You were saying?
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But, now is a good time to get to why I invited you. At least the beginning portion - there is still one more place I want to take you to after you finish eating. [If she ever begins eating, anyway.]
I wanted to talk to you about the future. Your future, that is.
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And no, she's not eating, she's still pulling the meat apart. The part about her future causes her to stop, however. She still hadn't been certain what was waiting for her and her dying Helmsman on Alternia. Part of her didn't really want to know.
But the rest of her was too weighed down by curiosity. Finally, she pulls a portion of the snapper between her teeth and chews, waiting for him to continue.]
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It's a long journey back to Alternia, without your Helmsman moving the ship. You arrive only 612 solar sweeps after the whispers of that creature sing through the entire galaxy, and Alternia is ultimately an empty wasteland. Easy to see, when you consider everyone is dead and the only living creatures are old chess pieces making cities and gangs.
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Very sobering thoughts, despite the fact that thinking about it makes her stomach turn and tie in knots. She takes a moment to rest the fork on the table in order to fold her hands again.]
What of it?
[The snapper lays momentarily forgotten. Nothing quite like failure to kill one's appetite.]
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[He pauses to take a sip of his water and continues, folding his own hands on the table.]
Yet, all of that aside, there are always new opportunities ahead for those wishing to seize them. Take for example -- Earth, the planet we are quite possibly on right now.
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When she speaks again, she gestures nonchalantly.]
As limited as I am, there are hardly movements to be made, even on a planet so docile as this one.
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With the end of one road, comes the opening to a new road. One paved by a man who can assure you a new place and a new empire, just as glorious as the old. Perhaps even greater, if you choose to make it so.
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Scratch already knows how she feels about Alternia, and she has a good guess that he knows how she feels about its downfall, so she doesn't answer back in regards to that. This was not a time to lose her temper.]
I prefer fighting my own wars. However, in this case...I am listening.
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[He takes the glass of cold water and stares it down, then looking back to her.] The war that awaits you is much like a game of chess. A white side, and a black side. All taking place on one battlefield, with the pieces all at your side. Alongside that, a war on a planet that you will have no troubles conquering. You can't call it a war as much as a takeover.
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I rather like the sound of that.
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[He sips the last of the water from the glass and puts it to the side.]
Finish with your food and we'll go to the last part of our evening. I have something to show you there.
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Manners? Seems she's forgotten to give a damn. This time, she doesn't wait for someone to pull the chair out for her. Now that the conversation has entered interesting territory, she can't stand to wait.]
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Lets go. I'll take us to the second location.