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Come get random CR at the Willows!

Mar 18, 2011 02:06

WHO: Residents and visitors at the Willows
WHAT: CR
WHERE: The Willows
WHEN: Now!
WARNINGS: The Willows!

( What you see if you hang out at the Willows. )

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Teatime aka Late Afternoon [Open] butterflybolts March 18 2011, 12:00:23 UTC

Around four in the afternoon, Betsy was abuzz with activity. This was the norm, if she wasn't otherwise distracted. She was in one of the common rooms, where the inhabitants and guests alike were more likely to lounge there than any other places.

In a short amount of time, everything was set up. The tea tray she'd spent practically all of her first paycheck on was arranged with kettle, and enough cups and saucers for everyone living there, and a few extra should guests be about. Set around the tray were various light snacks. They veered away from what she herself would normally set up (such as scones and cucumber sandwiches), but instead tried to reflect the tastes of the Willows' residents.

butterflybolts March 27 2011, 04:30:20 UTC

The apology was accepted with a simple smile. It was enough. She didn't dwell on it, but it was obvious that thinking about Jamie tended to be it's own little raincloud for her.

"Enough," Her tone was a little less mopey as the topic shifted to the world she knew. "By all accounts, from what I can tell, this world should just be another parallel world to my own. It has, or had, it's own Fantastic Four, the Avengers... possibly the X-Men."

She then looked as something caught her attention. A slight frown was on her face. "I wonder if there's a Captain representing this world..."

thelaughingmage March 27 2011, 08:00:49 UTC

"From what I can tell, it was just another parallel world to yours. Till someone mutilated it." He dunked a biscuit in his tea, then cocked his head at her. "A Captain? As in America?"

It seemed like as good a guess as any. Everyone from over her way kept going on about them, at any rate.

Edit: Had to change the name, UK not England. Too many Captain Britain Corps! butterflybolts March 27 2011, 16:20:53 UTC

"Similar. Captain Britain." Betsy settled in her chair in a way to suggest that an explanation was forthcoming.

"Every world should have one. Chosen, so to speak. They're there to protect their country and by extension, their world in the Multiverse." There was a frown here, and she took a noisy sip of her tea as if that last statement really sat wrong with her. "It's not necessarily the same person, either. The Captain who trained me when I took my brother's place was a woman named Linda, and went by the name Captain UK."

She leaned forward to refill their cups, tossing a quick 'Make sense?' look toward the magus.

thelaughingmage March 27 2011, 17:38:21 UTC

John sat on that for a moment. "Huh." Somehow it came off so much stranger when it was closer to home.

If such an arrangement had existed in his England, John was confident he'd know about it. There was precious little of the vast weirdness of the Isles that he hadn't at least brushed up against at some point in his career.

He looked at Betsy almost warily. "Alright, I grasp the technicalities, but how'd this business get off the ground? And what happened to the old team? Back home, the reincarnation of Arthur is a froggy middle-aged punk who's always good for a pint if you're short, but Christ, toss 'im into Faerie and watch 'im go."

butterflybolts March 27 2011, 23:01:24 UTC

Betsy didn't answer right away. It was confusing just to think about it, and she rubbed her forehead as a reflection. "Well, legends are what they are and remain so. But Merlyn was the founder of the Corps itself." Another sip. "Yes, he claimed to be that Merlin, but who could be certain."

thelaughingmage March 28 2011, 05:19:46 UTC

John leaned back in his chair with a broad grin. "Certainly sounds like 'im. The old geezer always did have a fluffy for champions."

A thought arrested him, and then he laughed. "You know, I've got a suspicion an ancestor of mine's responsible for the lack."

butterflybolts March 28 2011, 07:40:00 UTC

There was a blink. She picked up the tea pot and leaned forward to refill John's cup before refilling her own.

"Oh? Do enlighten me."

thelaughingmage March 30 2011, 05:59:49 UTC

"Ta, luv." John's chair creaked under him as he stretched like a smug cat. "Ancestor of mine by the name of Kon-sten-tyn. Had a hand in making the family wot it is." That being a solid unbroken line of black sheep over 1000 years long ( ... )

butterflybolts April 5 2011, 02:59:34 UTC

Betsy listened and she drank. Within the first few words of John's tale, one eyebrow arched and remained like that throughout the entirety.

With the flourished ending, Betsy sat her cup down, and then rubbed the spot between her brows. "So, here all this time I thought you were just an ass. Turns out to be genetic. Lucky me."

She leaned back in a sort of 'But seriously' sort of way, and steepled her fingers before her. "Well, it would certainly make sense. If we could confirm that yours and my worlds were indeed parallel to one another, instead of being here...," She poked one place before her, and then with the other hand, another. "And here. But if I were you, if you ever did meet your ancestor, I'd kick him in the bullocks."

And such a ladylike sip of tea followed.

thelaughingmage April 6 2011, 05:03:36 UTC

He laughed appreciatively. "It's on my bucket list." The whole family was a pile of tossers, really. The ones who weren't literal hellraisers were just objectionable.

His grin turned a bit rakish. "Look on the bright side. At least I'm a charming black sheep."

butterflybolts April 6 2011, 19:49:18 UTC

"Good to know," was her response about his list. His other comment came just as she was reaching for another one of the pastries Amara had brought. There was a slight pause before she plucked one up.

"I wouldn't know," she offered casually, not skipping a beat at least in her verbal response. And that certainly wasn't an added shade of pink on the bridge of her nose either.

thelaughingmage April 9 2011, 04:18:00 UTC

The smile didn't exactly widen, but it turned just a touch more sly. "Of course. You not being a girl to be having with that kind of impropriety."

Betsy had to be bored out of her mind at least half the time. Thrill-seekers came to recognize the signs in one another. He'd seen that reckless gleam in her eyes, the stain of eagerness lacing through her fear and anger.

John was rather tempted to invite her along on one of his outings some evening.

butterflybolts April 9 2011, 04:33:54 UTC

The comment about impropriety just caused Betsy to make this face. It was a sort of wrinkled nose, mouth twisted to the side 'Puh-leeze' sort of expression. "I'm not that stuffy."

She paused. "At least, not normally."

And yes, she was bored half the time. Betsy was adventurous, to the point of being reckless. The fact she hadn't done anything remarkably stupid yet was something of a miracle.

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