trashprince | scawwy: pc: camille

No we haven't.

[She takes a seat and gives him a smile, half-cocked though it may be. Her eyes do run over his clothes and especially the bat, but hey, at least someone's armed. She's feeling a little naked herself despite her lack of expertise.

Whatever. Some people fight wars and brawl in bars, others type up slander and simpering about it the next day. Where would the world be without both?]

And why is that? Do I intimidate you?

[As a woman, as a reporter, as a stranger. Some people are just naturally stand-offish.]

[ caelus flounders and chooses the (remain silent) dialogue option, not intimidated at all until the idea has been planted in his head. should he be? he skimmed the profiles earlier but didn't memorize anyone's information. is the lady a killer for hire? a mafia boss? should he have remained distant?

another dialogue tree appears where the first failed him. a beat of quiet, then ]

I'm sorry. I spent yesterday in the clown theater.

[Light snort.]

Sorry I didn't drop by. I'm Camille, by the way. If that helps any.

[Relax my guy.]

[ he does relax, soon as she snorts the tension seems to break and ebb. caelus recovers with astounding speed. ]

I'm Caelus. The theater's in total disrepair so be careful if you visit.

I'll keep that in mind. Not that I'm keen on clowns.

You find anything worth knowing about in there, Caelus?

The blankets were the most useful. Otherwise, crusty face paint, old balloons, and ancient confetti.

[ ticking each item off on his fingers. he's wearing fingerless gloves. this is an important detail. ]

And a banner that suggests there was a Clown King at some point.

Pity. [Not that she was hanging her hopes on the clown theatre.]

Did you try on the paint?

No, but I had Lucas paint the scene with me in it.

[ beaming! ]

In case anything changes or it becomes a useful clue.

[ it's... not a good picture... ]

No kidding? He didn't tell me he painted.

[She bets it has more to do with ego than evidence, but she'll smile politely just the same.]

I'll have to check in on it then. Make sure no one's scribbling moustaches on your resplendent visage.

[ who would deface caelus' portrait?? secret enemies live among us. ]

Ask him about it. He should share his art with more people.

[ hmhmhm ]

What do you think about our situation?

[amongus]

I just might. [Lucas, you will confess your talents to her.

As for her own suspicions?]

Well, for starters, I don't know dick about magic and sorcery, so how the fog keeps turning us around is a complete mystery to me. As is the abduction itself. The pentagrams and Halloween decor lean us heavily to the occult. Which could be exactly as it is on the tin, or maybe obscuring some other deeper, darker force behind all of this.

My favourite theory is that I'm in a hospital bed with a bandage on my cranium and a nice lawsuit payout waiting for me, courtesy of whatever asshole was driving the bus that hit me.

But that would be too good to be true, wouldn't it?

[ it's hard for caelus to put himself in camille's shoes. while he also knows 'dick' about magic and sorcery in its purest sense, space fantasy bullshit isn't dissimilar and being a worldhopper has given him substantial frames of reference.

so, the solace he offers has a distinct flavor. ]

It helps if you think about it like 'I never would have met Pickles or Master Artist Lucas or Miss Camille if I wasn't kidnapped.'

[That's a sunny way to think of things. She'd still skip the meet cute to save her skin though.]

You're assuming I'm a good person to meet.

scawwy: pc: camille

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