[IC] Talk with a friend (locked to la_tigra)

[brasslantern]

Thaddeus invokes the Journal of the Nexus proper, physically appearing on that plane. His immediate surround is borrowed from the fashion of his own reality; a simple canvas tent and weakly sputtering fire, the ground beneath rimed with frost. He awaits the arrival of a Lady, and the counsel she brings...

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[la_tigra]

Greer's dressed for warmth despite her heightened metabolism, wearing a long back brocade coat embroidered with Renaissance-inspired red and gold ornate flowers, practical flat black boots, long black skirt, and a red cowl neck sweater. It seems fitting to wear an outer garment reminiscent of ages long gone by. She's wearing a large canvas thermal backpack, her hands resting on the straps near her shoulders, until she sees Thad.

She waves and calls to him, smiling.

"Greetings! I bring sustenance and lack of wisdom!"

((Has Thad ever been to the lunatic_cafe? I thought it might be fun to have them partake of refreshments there sometime, if you're interested.))

[brasslantern]

"Hails from the camp, then..." he offers with a tired smile, seated on a convenient log near the sputtering fire. "Welcome to...well, an image of my realm, Lady Greer."

Thad seems pleasantly surprised at her choice of garb; though sometimes the fashion sense of the Nexus at large still 'fuddles him at times, her accoutrement certainly does not. He stands and executes a courtly bow.

((He has, once; and that indeed sounds like fun. Also, d'ye mind if I friend you?))

[la_tigra]

"Hello, Thad."

She executes a mock curtsy, then unshoulders her pack, setting it down near the fire, then slowly turns around, taking in everything her senses will bring her.

She smiles, and turns to face him.

"What part of the realm have you brought us? I've brought mulled wine, if you'd like some."

She starts to unzip and unbuckle her backpack, producing a large metallic-hued thermos, which she proceeds to open.

((Friend away, I shall friend in return. :-) ))

[brasslantern]

Thad's smile genuinely warms a bit, extending a hand to take her gear. "A drink would be most welcome, my Lady," he intones quietly; "and this is....where I stand in my own land, as it were.

Meanwhile, her senses give the impression of shadow, this place an echo of where he was. Faint scents of dust and grime, wood, metal...perhaps an encampment, late at night. Of sounds, there are almost none save their own.

"Come, find ye a rock, and perhaps we shall see what advice can be passed."

((Thank you for putting up with my slowtime. ^^))