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[redheartedqueen]

Who: Vegas and Noah
When: Dec. 30, Afternoonish
Where: Pentamerone front drive and Noah's office
What: Bringing back the Golden Harp
Rating: PG-13ish just because it is Vegas

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[naturewill]

As the van pulled to a stop and Vegas hopped out, a man slowly unfolded himself from his seat on the stairs, and ground out his cigarette on the brick wall next to him. Hey, the Pen could take it. And with that done, he came shuffling over to the opened van with a lopsided grin, hands shoved in pockets.

"Morning, Vegas," Noah said, regardless of the fact that he'd just had lunch and, well, it was just about as afternoony you could get. "This her? Goldie?"

He peered into the back of the van, head ducking down slightly.

[redheartedqueen]

Vegas turned and greated one of the few people that worked for the Atheneum that she could stand. Vegas liked Noah and she wasn't quite sure why. He probably wanted to throw the lot of the Moderns under a bus like everyone else but he at least had the common decency to keep it to himself. "Morning? Don't know what planet you are from, doll, but it is no where close to morning." She gave a lopsided smile as she lifted up the cover that was over Goldie to keep her hiden from the mundane world.

"Goldie this is Noah...Noah this is Goldie" The golden harp raised an arm composed of pure gold and waved as if the extension of gold was as soft as the flesh of either of Noah or Vegas' human arms. It had taken a good deal of time before Vegas got used to the animated harp made of gold. "So which end to you want? She is a solid gold girl I know I can't carry her alone."

[naturewill]

"First time in the day that I'm seeing your pretty smile, though, so I figure it merits a good morning," he replied, smoothly, with a little grin thrown askance at the younger woman. When Noah was in a good mood, the flirting came naturally to him. And he was currently retrieving one of the irritatingly lost magical items. That definitely put the man in a good mood.

But he couldn't help but look a little taken aback when he noticed the harp amongst the rest of the clutter in the van, and it waved. Jesus. He'd never actually seen it before; the magical items used to be kept safely shuttered away, and hardly anyone went down into the basement to see them.

"Uh, if I take the bottom half, it -- she -- wouldn't think I was grabbing her ass or anything, would she?"

There was a hovering sound of perplexment in Noah's voice that he couldn't quite iron out.