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Post by Satra on Jan 1, 2008 22:21:21 GMT -5
Walking in, Liv looked around at her surroundings as they were being seated. Her gaze lingered over a table with another slithy tove. Wow, that's neat. she thought, but not letting her gaze linger for more than a few seconds. It was rude to stare, after all.
Liv was enjoying her conversation with Vessatha and watching her play with her Fey, then their table was approached by black and white otter. Liv only blinked and watched politely as the otter asked to be seated. That was fine by Liv, she enjoyed meeting new people. Liv nodded showing her approval, but let the final decision be made by Vess.
"Hello, Harlequinn!" smiled the badger, "I am pleased to meet you." Another chain was brought up and they were all seated. She waited for a response.
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Post by Kasatsu on Jan 2, 2008 0:37:09 GMT -5
“ I'm trying to find a job, Quinn . . . ”
Well that definitely fell in the category of something interesting, he thought his ears perking up a little over the part of the conversation he had just heard.
Peeking from under his hat he carefully eyed the ferret, measuring her up. It was apparent from her physical appearance that she was not just playing the part, as some did on these streets, of someone who was in need of a coin when all they honestly wanted to do was steal some from your own wallet. She looked a little thinner then someone of her build should be. Not to mention her fur looked like it could do with a good bath and brushing.
It was also true that he could use some more help around the gallery-shop. Things had been a little more demanding then he had first thought, not that it was a bad thing - mind you -, but it would be nice to have some extra help around the place.
He continued to analyze at her, half wondering in the back of his mind what her relationship was with the otter. Well, he figured. I will watch her a little more and then see if she is worthy of energy spent. He still was not quite sure if she would be appropriate for the job, though he hoped she would be. They really needed the help and it seemed that she really needed the coin.
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Post by Shinigami on Jan 4, 2008 20:17:56 GMT -5
Quinn had decided that today, she would be a Ten of Spades, to mimic Vessatha's own suit and rank. It looked quite appropriate on her chest, the black markings crisp on her white fur, an illusion that came from a life time of practice, as well as an innate Joker nature. She wasn't actually all that sure how she did it, but it didn't really matter. It was magic, after all.
When Vessatha gave her permission to join them, she pulled waved an imperious paw - jingling, as usual - toward a waiter that was passing by, who then pulled another chair around to the table. She quickly settled herself, and then turned to Liv, her muzzle parting in a bright grin.
"Oh, hello there, Liv. Just how was it that you met my sweetling?" Not that she didn't know - she'd been watching, after all, and if Vessa had been out there much longer without being offered help, she might have stepped in herself. But it was so much more satifying to see her lovely one doing things on her own.
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Post by Greenie on Jan 4, 2008 20:36:40 GMT -5
Vessatha's expression was less than delighted, but with a hint of grudging amusement. At the very least Harlequinn was entertaining--who else would pull a waitress over with bells?
The ferret hadn't noticed Aderlass and his slithey in the slightest--and neither had Feyeza. Fey had abruptly noticed Liv and Harlequinn (even though she'd known they were there, she hadn't really cared) and made her way over to them individually. Liv she sniffed and nipped very gently on the paw.. mostly to see if she'd get a reaction. As soon as Vessa noticed she sweetly rubbed her head against the spot.. then mischeviously made her way over to Harlequinn. Quinn she stared at for a while, unblinkingly, before she simply curled around the wrist that was lying on the table, and made a little squeaking noise.
Vessatha had been watching Fey with a smile, but heard Quinn's question--sweetling? Must she use pet names? The ferret grimaced, but didn't say anything.
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Post by Satra on Jan 4, 2008 21:16:45 GMT -5
She was about to answer Quinn's question when the tove explored and nipped her paw. It was gentle, no harm done, but she was certainly curious as to what the tove wanted. Just her attention. Alrighty. She turned back to Quinn.
"We just met earlier today. We just went out for something to eat." She didn't know whether mentioning that she'd had met Vessatha while she was desperately searching for work was out of line or not, whether it would make Vessa uncomfortable or not. She noticed the used of the endearment, but she also noticed how Vessatha reacted to it.
"So, how exactly do yo know each other?" she asked quite curiously. The behavior between each other was very odd. What would make them react that way? Quinn seemed to have all the affection in the world for Vessatha (or, at the very least obsession), but it seemed to just annoy Vessa.
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Post by Shinigami on Jan 7, 2008 14:25:44 GMT -5
Quinn's attention was momentarily diverted from the conversation as well when she aquired a Tove bracelet, as if it were some sort of demented fashion statement that all of the various Spades were wearing nowadays. She knew that, were she a Ten of Spades in truth, she would have been able to summon one of the little buggers (or a Mome Rath, actually), but she wasn't, and therefore couldn't. But she wouldn't let anyone know that, because it completely ruined the whole "look, I'm a Ten of Spades, honest" image that she had going there. If anyone asked her why she didn't have one, she'd simply tell them that it was bratty and generally didn't like people other than herself, but if they really wanted to risk having their Achilles tendons ripped out, she could go ahead and call it... Yeah, she thought that would work as a deterrant.
"It was very kind of you to bring her here, you know. Not too many people have that much compassion for their fellow Cards," she said sweetly, all charm and elegance, as if she were a Diamond instead of (supposedly) a Spade. Other than her occasional unreasonable obsession, Harlquinn really was a rather nice person, and perfectly willing to help out those who needed help, and go adventuring to all sorts of fun places.
"Hm? Oh, we met in the park early one morning, when I was out for a little walk. We talked, got to know each other a little bit, and then Vessatha had to leave for a while. I've seen her around now and then, and we talk quite often. She's really a marvelous person, you know." There. Explanation without sounding too obsessive. Quinn knew how to keep herself from sounding too strange to the normal people.
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Post by Greenie on Jan 7, 2008 22:34:11 GMT -5
Vessatha could have died on the spot, if that were possible without causing blood and sending Quinn into a heart attack. (On second thought, the latter sounded quite interesting..) Why did Liv have to ask that question? She couldn't ask about the weather, or why her Tove was biting her? No, she had to ask how they knew each other, which had to be the most embarrassing thing on the whole damned planet.
At least it was for her, anyways. Harlequinn was no doubt proud of it.
Freakin' weird otter.
In reaction, the ferret immediately slunk down in her chair, a blush burning her cheeks in an unnoticeable fashion.. though Feyeza began chirping curiously, still entwined with Quinn's wrist.
And then, of all things, Quinn's explanation was as close to a blatant lie as it could get without, well, actually being a blatant lie. The only similarity to the truth was the 'meet in the park' and 'talking'. Got to know each other? More like almost got molested. Had to leave for a while? Ran away screaming like a banshee. See her around? Getting stalked. Talking? Ignoring.
As her thoughts began getting more and more fragmented, Vessatha could only stare at the otter, her expression moving to a state of utter disbelief. She almost questioned her verbally, but then remembered that Liv was there.. and decided she didn't need to embarrass herself further. So instead she put a paw over her face to further disguise herself.. and slunk down into her chair some more.
Where was a waitress when you needed a nice distraction?
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Post by Kasatsu on Jan 8, 2008 19:04:08 GMT -5
Well, this was indeed a definite change to the interesting in the turn of events. Having over-heard some of her conversation with her otter friend and the other female it seemed that she was a unique kind of person.
In truth he was pretty sure that she would do well in his shop, she seemed friendly enough and appeared that she would do well in dealing with customers. From what he had gathered the ferret was living in the Park of all places, though he did admit that a few other places were definitely worse. All in all it appeared had she needed the job quite a bit.
Waving for the attention of a waiter he ordered a refill on his drink and motioned towards the table of interest to show they would like the waiter’s attention as well. He would wait a little longer and would decide then if he would offer the offer.
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Post by Satra on Jan 8, 2008 19:56:09 GMT -5
Liv's eyes went wide as she saw she'd caused some offense. She really didn't mean to. She had no idea how loaded the question she asked was. But there was Vessatha, covering her very red face with her paw at the seemingly very innocent explanation Quinn had given. What on Earth did I do?! she wondered, a little uneasy that she'd upset the ferret so. She went to change the subject when the waiter came over to the table of female mustelids and asked for their orders. Liv gave hers.
pastas wit teh meaty tomato sauces wit cheese filled with delishus and win mmmmmmmm.
That, and not really knowing the finer things in live, living the semi-lower middle class life, she stuck with one of the more simple dishes heavy on carbs and protein. It was the diet she'd become very accustom to from the day she was born. She hoped the arrival of the waiter would be a nice distraction from the current problematic conversation and would give a nice lead into a new one.
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Post by Shinigami on Jan 15, 2008 22:42:47 GMT -5
[ooc: *ducks the inevitable shower of pointed implements*]
"Oh, there you are," she said pleasantly to the waiter as she turned, smiling brightly up at him, just as if she wasn't some sort of secretly demented raving lunatic. Which she actually wasn't, no matter what Vessatha might have wanted to say, because she was, in fact, a perfectly nice person who happened to be caught in a society that didn't always quite understand her and her eccentricities. Oh well, that wasn't its problem. Societies weren't responsible for their own statuses. Statusi? Stati? Whatever. Societies were simply concepts created by the average mind-set of the people who made up said societies, and lots of minds were far harder to alter.
None of which affected the fact that the waiter was staring at her with a dumbfounded look on his face as he waited for her to tell him what the heck she wanted to eat, because he could stand there all day while she waited, because he was being paid regardless, but he did have other tables to check on, and they might complain if he was at just one table all the time.
"Oh, oh yes. Pasta alfredo with chicken and broccoli, please." She decided to forego seafood for lunch, and instead delight in some hot chicken and crunchy, crunchy broccoli. Yum.
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