do you know lysistrata? from the aristophanes drama?

[ilmentore]

Who: ilmentore and 'errbody else who wants to? IT'S A PARTY.
When: VARIOUS TIMES including 11/23 (noon), 11/22 (evening), and OTHER TIMES
Where: various locations!
Format: ACTIONSPAM.
What: THINGS. MEETINGS. ADVENTURES. SHENANIGANS. ACCENTS.
Warnings: lol nope.

[ assassins are busy people, okay? they do a lot of things! (most of that is wander about on

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11/23 afternoon, library

[byronicreaper]

[So a gentleman in a very nice suit walks into the library. And William, busy as he is, can still take the time to appreciate good workmanship in a suit. Meaning that he has to find the right moment to walk up and ask a simple question:]

Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you, but...do you know who made the clothes you're wearing?

[ilmentore]

[ ..... wow, at some point in time, someone was going to have to out creeper the assassins. and that might have been it. (you can't outsketch him, though. you need to at least be a sketchy albino to do that.) the look willy gets is mild, though. ]

I have a tailor here in the city, signor...?

[byronicreaper]

[Don't judge him, subtlety doesn't like to hang around him often.]

William Spears. Sorry, I should have introduced myself first thing.

[ilmentore]

[ clearly. ]

Ah. I am Ezio Auditore. A pleasure to meet you, messere Spears.

[ he nods in greeting. ]

[byronicreaper]

The same, Mr. Auditore. Thank you for not minding the question.

[Return nod! And...he has no idea how to further a conversation past that point.]

[ilmentore]

Not at all.

[ well! okay. not that he cares, really. he doesn't even know why he came in here anyway... (okok that's a lie, he collects books) don't worry, ezi can make up for your utter lack of social graces, or w/e ]

I can give you his address, if you like.

[byronicreaper]

[Someone who can make up for the social skills William T. Spears lacks could probably lead a country.]

That would be most kind of you-I have been looking for a decent tailor in the city.

[ilmentore]

[ sounds like templars. ]

He is... a bit eccentric, I must warn you.

[ ezio's tailor is a sassy gay italian scorched who's been here for about 15 years. his name is... uh... donatello. but he likes ezio because ezio is italiano and doesn't really give a damn that donatello basically demands to pick out all of ezio's outfits himself. ]

[byronicreaper]

That's fine by me, I'm used to dealing with eccentric people.

[Working with them, cleaning up after them...a tailor, he can handle, as long as this man has a scrap of professionalism about him.]

[ilmentore]

[ he nods, making a slight noise of acknowledgement as he draws one of those little tiny victorian notebook things and a pencil out of one of those sneaky fbi-type inside pockets of his jacket. (ezio's favorite part of anatole, apart from the occasional acquaintanceship, is the writing utensils, negl) jots down a name and address, then tears the page out and hands it over! his handwriting is... uh. p old fashioned? but neat. ]

Va bene.