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Doc Scratch ([personal profile] cueball) wrote in [community profile] mayfield_logs2012-02-10 09:48 pm

[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.
]
cullionfish: (and i bat my lashes)

[personal profile] cullionfish 2012-02-11 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Condesce appears not long after, dressed in a rather simple (or what she would have considered simple) dress that trailed well passed her feet. It was difficult to find anything in Mayfield that fit her properly because of how large she was, so almost everything she owned was a long gown of some sort, meant to trail behind any shorter woman.

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.
cullionfish: (tried dynamite)

[personal profile] cullionfish 2012-02-11 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
[She accepts the gesture without much interest, though recognizing the formality. Condesce carefully places them in a vase near the door before shutting it behind her with a discrete nod of her head.]

Good.

[After all, she had been walking everywhere thusfar.]
cullionfish: (to paper dolls)

[personal profile] cullionfish 2012-02-12 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[She takes the lead and steps into the car, mindful to move the trail of dress out of the way of the door before he shuts it.

In the mean time, she observes the composition of the car curiously.]
cullionfish: (in the apocalypse)

[personal profile] cullionfish 2012-02-23 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
[The Condesce watches with interest, a rather delighted grin expanding as the whole process takes place. If there's one thing she can appreciate, its a presence of power.

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.
cullionfish: (its like giving matches)

[personal profile] cullionfish 2012-02-24 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
[She takes his hand without second thought for formality's sake, fixing Scratch with a slight narrow of her eyes. Its contemplative, rather than resentful.]

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.]
cullionfish: (and i bat my lashes)

[personal profile] cullionfish 2012-02-27 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Typical. She was never certain whether he was being genuine or simply tempering her lack of patience. Her displeasure with that answer is noted with a light crease in her brow and nothing more as she follows his lead, sweeping the train of the gown out of her path before releasing his hand to instead rub her talons against one another in yet another contemplative gesture.

She had a lot on her mind since Mayfield's interference in her timeline.]


We'll see.
cullionfish: (and we're back again)

[personal profile] cullionfish 2012-03-14 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Condesce eyes Scratch carefully before she glances down at the menu in front of her. Its a pretty swift glance, all things considered, but she will easily go with what a seadweller knows best...even if the names of the animals don't quite line up.

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?
cullionfish: (and i bat my lashes)

[personal profile] cullionfish 2012-03-14 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Her eyelids lower and her gaze doesnt move from where she had left it.]

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.]
cullionfish: (to play these odds)

[personal profile] cullionfish 2012-03-14 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
[One, twice, three times her finger taps against her hand as she contemplates this option.]

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.
cullionfish: (its like giving matches)

[personal profile] cullionfish 2012-03-14 08:54 am (UTC)(link)
Good.

[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.]
cullionfish: (with matches)

[personal profile] cullionfish 2012-03-14 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Her life is pain.

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.]
cullionfish: (look at me)

[personal profile] cullionfish 2012-03-14 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh she'll enjoy it alright.

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?
cullionfish: (and the crying witches)

[personal profile] cullionfish 2012-03-14 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Ha...ha....

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.]
cullionfish: (tried sweet talk)

[personal profile] cullionfish 2012-03-14 10:12 am (UTC)(link)
[The Empress' brow furrows deeply. He's only confirming what she already knew and putting it into perspective. The tyrian continues to pull off pieces to nibble on as she rolls the knowledge over in her head. Her Kingdom in ruins, her great beast dead and buried at the bottom of the sea.

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.]
Edited 2012-03-14 10:21 (UTC)
cullionfish: (no end to this game)

[personal profile] cullionfish 2012-03-14 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[The Condescension sighs and sits back away from her plate, folding her arms momentarily. She has to think about how to answer this one, as its already obvious that Scratch is looking to lead her to an answer.

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.
cullionfish: (to play these odds)

[personal profile] cullionfish 2012-03-15 08:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Somewhere amidst Scratch talking, Condesce had pulled the knife from her napkin and had begun to twirl it thoughtfully between her fingertips.

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.
cullionfish: (we just fly these circles)

[personal profile] cullionfish 2012-03-16 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
[She pauses in her twirling and presses the tip into the tablecloth as she listens. The Condesce lifts her head again and lets the knife fall to the table, a light quirk of amusement appearing on her lips.]

I rather like the sound of that.
cullionfish: (t'was the night before)

[personal profile] cullionfish 2012-03-23 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Upon being reminded that her meal is there, she polishes it off without second thought, picking at her teeth with a single claw.

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.]