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purple_manners in crowdedhour

Welcome to the World of Tomorrow!

Feb 07, 2011 21:02

Characters: Zebediah Killgrave and Thetis
Rating: R, for brazen displays of bawdiness, ribaldry and titillation
Time Period: Modern, Near Future and Golden Age
Location: The castle entrance, the time room, the hotel lobby, Thetis's hotel room and the third floor pool
Relative Date: Maybe half an hour after this post and by extension this transmission
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zebediah killgrave, thetis

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rebmanroyalty February 8 2011, 05:07:37 UTC

The young woman approaching him was wearing her leather biker jacket and pants. She had been smiling and reaching out her hand until she heard the name he called her. The hand fell as did her expression. She pulled back. "What? Who gave you that name?" She was tense and ready for a fight. Her hand that she had been about to shake his with went towards her arm.

purple_manners February 8 2011, 05:11:07 UTC

He cocked an eyebrow at her tense reaction. Weird. "Relax," he told her, "Be cool." He didn't want or need this kind of tension at a first impression, and simple mental commands like that usually went down smooth. He pulled out his phone, pulled up the messages she had sent him and then held it out for her to look at "You did. Unless you stole someone else's phone, I suppose. Someone named Thetis."

rebmanroyalty February 8 2011, 16:32:48 UTC

The tension bled out a bit. Enough so she was comfortable in leaning forward to look at the phone. "Oh by the bloody depths..." She looked at him seeming chagrined. "Sorry about that." She was completely relaxed with him now. "It's just... I don't really go by that name and the last time it was used, whoever is in charge here used it to trick me into coming here in the first place." Plus where she came from, true names held power. "If you don't mind, could you just call me Terry? Or Theresa if you must?"

purple_manners February 8 2011, 16:40:59 UTC

"They get you coming and going around here, don't they," he said, chuckling, as he put the phone back in his pocket. "If it's not one thing, it's another. You've got to figure that if they know us well enough to know whatever our hearts' desires are in order to write us those tickets, they'd know us well enough to know we won't appreciate crap like that one display," he shrugged, as if to say, 'what are you going to do, right?'

"Don't worry. Our little secret," he said, conspiratorially. "Some of my best friends play the whole 'secret identity' game. It's fine, really."

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