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[gwaine]

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[videres]

[ He's not the only one taking a walk, Morgana is also taking the time to walk about the streets although with her face almost stuck in a book of about France itself. It's interesting, and educational. If she was forced to pick, she would definitely say this is by far one of her favorite places the castle has turned itself into. ]

[gwaine]

[Gwaine's a bit distracted by the mopeds and scooters and cars so he only notices Morgana when he's about to crash into her. He stops so abruptly he almost drops his portfolio.]

Lady Morgana!

[videres]

[ Her head snaps up instantly and she yelps, her own book crashing to the ground with the sudden stop despite her efforts to catch it. (She has to remember she doesn't have magic now) ] Gwaine! [ She lowers herself to scoop up her book, tilting her head curiously at his portfolio. ]

Are those photos?

[gwaine]

Yes, they're- [Whatever he was going to say is lost when a car honks. He drops the portfolio in favor of trying to grab the closest object that could serve as a weapon.] What is that?!

[bro_codebreaker]

Gwaine, my bro.

[Barney breezes into the agency, perfectly suited and coiffed, looking like the million bucks he pretty much is. he's glad he at least knows his co-worker's name from the Host Club, so he can pull off the suaveness this job demands on EVERY level]

How's it hangin'?

[gwaine]

[How is what what? CONFOUNDED FUTURISTIC SLANG. He'll just smirk and answer with whatever sounds appropriate.]

Hasn't fallen yet.

[bro_codebreaker]

[GOOD ANSWER. Barney laughs and claps him on the shoulder] Ha, never heard that one before. Nice.

So who's on your schedule today? I'm gonna go out and see if I can't find us some hot new talent.

[gwaine]

[Give him a moment while he finds his schedule among all the papers. He reads out loud the short list (WE'RE VERY EXCLUSIVE OKAY).]

Should not take long. [If the camera he has yet to make peace with behaves.]

[Gwaine;]

[excalibured]

I beg your pardon?

Arthur ]

[gwaine]

You've a job.

[No, he does not find this amusing. That is entirely your imagination.]

[Gwaine;]

[excalibured]

I've no such thing, Gwaine. And if you have acquired one, you may not attempt to force it onto to me, as you are so fond of doing.

Arthur ]

[gwaine]

You might want to go outside then and look for these big portraits on the side of the roads.

[onemanshort]

[she's not drinking from stress, so much as a way to unwind after a rather interesting day. Getting to work in a mechanic's shop was wonderful, but it was certainly a challenge, getting used to all these old fashioned machines.

She's not really expecting people from the castle to show up (what are they odds of anyone ending up at the same bar, really?), but her face lights up when she spots him, recognizing him from the speed dating event. She doesn't call across the bar. It's fully likely he's meeting someone else. But she waves, just to offer a familiar face in this strange city]

[gwaine]

[He'll take it! He beams when he spots her and weaves his way toward her.]

Imagine meeting you here. Mind if I join you?

[onemanshort]

[she grins back in response to that smile] Don't mind at all. I didn't expect to be seein' anyone from the castle, big as this place seems t'be.

[gwaine]

I've seen a few. Staying with a few actually. It is less fun that it sounds.

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[hulloeverything]

I have! I've got a lovely flat with myself and am apparently a tour guide at a museum.

How about yourself?

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[gwaine]

I am a--photographer. At least that is what this card I found in my satchel says. I am staying with a few people in town.

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[hulloeverything]

A photographer, hmm? Have you ever used a camera, before? They're brilliant.

[gwaine]

[A beat.] I am learning.