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[April 18] [Echo Bazaar] Appealing to Your Interests
Title: Appealing to Your Interests
Day/Theme: April 18, 2011 "not my kind of bribe"
Series: Echo Bazaar
Character/Pairing: "you" - the player, in this case, technically my character, Frey
Rating: PG
You realize that the couple crouched over the table in the darkest, furthest corner of the Singing Mandrake are surreptitiously raising their eyebrows and pointing at you when they think you aren't looking. You pull your bowler down a little further, wishing again that it was a fedora, with a bigger brim, exactly the kind that you had spent so much time in the market longing after. You do engage in sexual intercourse on occasion with charming men or beautiful women, but it's just as true that you spend as much time as that or more lusting after hats. Back on the surface, did you love clothes this much? Wasn't there a woman you cared for more than such trivialities? Ultimately, it is of no matter. The woman on the surface (assuming she ever truly existed) you will never see again. The hats will be here, today and tomorrow and ever after. What are the chances a hat will break your heart?
It's your choice. Do you approach the suspicious pair or keep your distance? They do not stand out as particularly unsavory on the surface, although you have no real objection to the less than trustworthy characters. You decide not to walk up to them yourself, but you sit at a nearby table and maintain an open posture. If they wish to speak with you, you will let them come on their own.
"Good sir, I have reason to believe that you are a private investigator of sorts," the woman speaks first, draping herself over you as if she means to be a feather boa or a cloak. You do not take well to such a heavy-handed approach. However, you are not busy lately. You have settled quietly into your new lodgings and do not imagine it would be much of a hardship to at least hear them out. You try to push the woman away, but she interprets it as playfulness, acting hard to get, and only clings to you all the harder.
The man lays out their story and you find it both curious and believable, but is that all you require to dive headfirst into a mystery? You ask their price, and they make you several offers- of currency of various sorts, of drink, of themselves, but none of those things seem quite worth all the trouble... It is only when they ask what you might like that you recall the cost of that much-admired fedora. When you ask for it, they think it a small price to pay. They do not realize how much it means to you.
Day/Theme: April 18, 2011 "not my kind of bribe"
Series: Echo Bazaar
Character/Pairing: "you" - the player, in this case, technically my character, Frey
Rating: PG
You realize that the couple crouched over the table in the darkest, furthest corner of the Singing Mandrake are surreptitiously raising their eyebrows and pointing at you when they think you aren't looking. You pull your bowler down a little further, wishing again that it was a fedora, with a bigger brim, exactly the kind that you had spent so much time in the market longing after. You do engage in sexual intercourse on occasion with charming men or beautiful women, but it's just as true that you spend as much time as that or more lusting after hats. Back on the surface, did you love clothes this much? Wasn't there a woman you cared for more than such trivialities? Ultimately, it is of no matter. The woman on the surface (assuming she ever truly existed) you will never see again. The hats will be here, today and tomorrow and ever after. What are the chances a hat will break your heart?
It's your choice. Do you approach the suspicious pair or keep your distance? They do not stand out as particularly unsavory on the surface, although you have no real objection to the less than trustworthy characters. You decide not to walk up to them yourself, but you sit at a nearby table and maintain an open posture. If they wish to speak with you, you will let them come on their own.
"Good sir, I have reason to believe that you are a private investigator of sorts," the woman speaks first, draping herself over you as if she means to be a feather boa or a cloak. You do not take well to such a heavy-handed approach. However, you are not busy lately. You have settled quietly into your new lodgings and do not imagine it would be much of a hardship to at least hear them out. You try to push the woman away, but she interprets it as playfulness, acting hard to get, and only clings to you all the harder.
The man lays out their story and you find it both curious and believable, but is that all you require to dive headfirst into a mystery? You ask their price, and they make you several offers- of currency of various sorts, of drink, of themselves, but none of those things seem quite worth all the trouble... It is only when they ask what you might like that you recall the cost of that much-admired fedora. When you ask for it, they think it a small price to pay. They do not realize how much it means to you.