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In Which There Is A Free Meal

Sep 18, 2008 19:41

Day: 5
Characters: Claire (oww_pavement), Jack (cowboy_newsie), the Medicine Seller (cruel_medicine)
Summary: And so the date begins
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Evening, sometime during/after the lovely party
Status: Closed, incomplete

( And a date. That's important too. )

† jack kelly, † claire bennet

Comments 26

fuckingblondie September 19 2008, 07:24:29 UTC

Food was food, she had to agree there. Even if she was much more used to picking at good, middle-class meals, this wasn't all that much worse to pick at. Probably no worse than what the Company would serve, had they captured her.

Either way, this would probably be a world apart-- all in all, most likely amazing.

Chuckling at his formality, she grinned. "We shall, sir Jack!" she laughed, looking around. "Do you know where we're headed?"

It was then, though, that someone official-looking walked over to gesture at them to follow. Claire made no move to take his hand, no matter how much she, perhaps, wanted to, following as the man led alongside Jack.

[ooc: we shall wait for cho to perhaps intro the room/etc. y/y? :D]

cruel_medicine September 21 2008, 00:29:28 UTC

The two would be led past the nurses station, gazed at from behind the glass until a nod of approval allowed them into the main foyer.
They weren't given a chance to inspect the area too thoroughly before being ushered to the left and into a large room.

Though dimly lit (for mood perhaps?), the room they were in was lushly decorated, and obviously well furnished.
A large fireplace warmed the room, with a table and two chairs set up in front of it. The room was empty aside from silent security standing at all the doors, the kitchen-staff waiting to serve the two, and the medicine seller himself.

As the two entered the room he would gesture to the staff, and the candles decorating the table would be lit- a basket of bread and a bottle of wine set on the table.

It was hard to tell by the Medicine Seller's painted face if he was smiling at the two, or expressionless beneath the strange makeup.

"Claire, Jack. So glad you could come."

cowboy_newsie September 21 2008, 02:06:30 UTC

Well. This was fancy.

Jack, with Claire next to him, was hustled into a large room, much nicer than anything he had seen since coming into this institution-- indeed, anything since he had stood in Pulitzer's office almost half a year ago. There was wine (which Jack had never tried, but was rather interested to) and bread (which Jack had tried and was eager to have some more).

The medicine seller stood there, waiting for them. Jack's first thought upon meeting the man in therapy had not been, alas, doctor, but rather (due to the man's make-up and loud, colorful clothing) fairy. The man's attitude had not much helped his impression, but Jack still winced a bit upon seeing him.

"Glad t'come," he said, stepping forward. Keep on your gu-uard, something warned inside him, and he listened. In his experience, people did not tend to give charity unless there was something in it for them (usually, smug satisfaction at having Done Good). Jack was not pathetic enough to warrant that sort of pity; nor was Claire. What this man wanted from ( ... )

fuckingblondie September 22 2008, 02:43:05 UTC

Woah.

Claire, having been brought up in a rather upper-middle class way was much more used to good meals and nicely furnished rooms, so this was nothing new compared to that-- but given that she'd spent the past week or so in a grimy asylum-- well.

This was wonderful by comparison.

"Are we... going to be watched through the whole dinner?" she asked, unease coloring her voice just slightly.

It wasn't that she hadn't been looking forward to the dinner with Jack. Just... maybe not quite so publicly? That would be great. Really.

cruel_medicine September 22 2008, 16:51:05 UTC

"Yes. They wouldn't want you getting into mischief, would they?"
The Medicine Seller lifted a fork, inspecting the instrument before setting it back down again.

"I trust you, but it's not my decision to make." Painted lips twitched, as he gazed upwards at the ceiling. He held more than slight disdain for the owners of this establishment. For the ones who were making his search for the Mononoke more difficult than it had to be.

"Don't worry, I won't be bothering you. I'm simply here to make sure your meal goes uninterrupted. Speaking of, looks like it's here." At least five kitchen staff came out with covered dishes, the scents escaping from beneath the hot lids appetizing and familiar. Steak, hollandaise, mashed potatoes, candied yams, the makings of a very fine American dinner all there.