2022-01-20 Welcome to the Posada
Welcome to the Posada!
Participants: Autumn Violeta Cynthia
Location: Point Dume - Malibu
Date and Time: January 20, 2022 - 7:00 pm
Summary: Three Unseelie meet in Malibu
Point Dume - Malibu
Point Dume, essentially a long bluff, marks the northern limit of the Santa Monica Bay. It is famous for showcasing some most striking natural beach and cliff views in America, and the huge waves beating up against the rocky crags of the promontory never fail to impress even the most seasoned explorer. The long, craggy mound forms a natural climbing wall which has made it a favorite spot for amateur rock climbers.
The wild, unspoiled Point Dume region is a favorite spot for other outdoor sports as well, like surfing and scuba diving. There are numerous facilities for hikers as well, including some very well maintained trails,including one that leads all the way to the top of a bluff, where the view is sensational. Many people gather at that bluff in in the winter hoping to catch a glimpse of the grand California gray whales when they pass by on their yearly migration.
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It's kind of late to be selling tacos.
See, tacos are more of a daytime food. Definitely good for a lunch, that's for sure. But it is dusk now, so the crowd's looking for something more substantial. And that's okay! Autumn is checking over her cart, making sure that it is prepped for moving in short order. But that doesn't mean that tacos *can't* be had (with some pleading, maybe a special request). The small woman hums gently to herself as she goes about her work, her face red from the sun's day-kiss.
She may need some aloe when she gets home.
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Cynthia is in the area tonight, having just finished up a little gig. Probably a commercial for something, or promotional material. She decides to relax now that everything is done. She's a bit hungry, so she spots the taco truck and decides to head over. She's wearing a black windbreaker with 2 white stripes around the upper left arm, open to reveal a black camisole. The rest of her attire is a pair of knee high black socks, black and grey plaid miniskirt, and clunky black boots on her feet.
Her blonde hair is tied up in a low ponytail, held by a black scrunchie. A little black handbag dangles from her left shoulder. Maybe it was some kind of goth commercial, or she did some modeling.
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"Well, hi!" She is a typical boggan in personality: a little boisterous, but generous and giving. "Oh!" She blinks at the other Kithain. "My goodness!" She looks about to make sure no one's close enough to hear. "I thought I was the only one of us out today," she conspiracy-whispers, leaning forward for just a moment. Back into character. "So! I've got, like -- " She opens up one bin, and looks in. " -- some barbacoa left, yeah. I think I'm out of flour tortillas, though, so I can make you some street tacos? If you're interested, of course." Her wide grin threatens to split her face in half.
"The name's Autumn, by the way; have we met?"
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Cynthia's attention turns from the menu and she looks up to smile at Autumn, "Hm? Oh hey!" She leans in to whisper, turning her head and one of those goat horns towards her. A smile spreads on her face, pink cutting into what looks like porcelain skin. She nods her head a few times. "Nope. You are not alone. We... We are not alone. That's refreshing to feel tonight." She looks about as well now, just to double check. "Oh! That sounds wonderful, actually. Barbacoa and street tacos!"
Cynthia's tongue touches her upper lip for a moment, as if in thought. "Mmm. We have not, well, until now. I'm Cynthia. Autumn, nice name. Good to meet you. You uhh---You going to be open all night?"
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"Oh, no."
Autumn laughs and starts to get her things out to serve the food. There's a paper tray to start. Then, she folds and puts a paper holder inside. Then, she pulls out some corn tortillas from a bin -- they look a little flakey -- which she puts into each fold in the holder: a trio of them. She fills each little tortilla with the meat, then a dusting of red onions and cilantro, then a squirt of sauce along the axis. And while she does this, she chatters. "Actually, I think you'll be my last customer, Cynthia. Then, I plan to go back to the restaurant to relieve the day manager. Then, I plan to make sure my staff are setting the place up for tomorrow. Then, I will probably wash dishes, then close up. Clean up after that, yes? I don't have a band in tonight. Oh! And then probably just, like, make a pie or a cake for tomorrow before taking a nice hot bath, and cuddling up with a book."
Yes, she lives a blessed life.
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Cynthia nods her head faintly when she says no to being open all night, understanding. "Well, that's good actually..." She says softly, watching her now as she starts to lay everything out to make the tacos. She sees her pull out the corn tortillas and starts to smile again.
As Autumn starts making the tacos and explains to her her plans, Cynthia's eyes widen, "Ooh..." She licks her lips and then decides to suggest something, "Well... why don't I help you with some of that when I'm done eating? It'll give us time to talk and, well, I don't have anything planned after this. I was probably just going to go back to my dorm and relax." She gives out the huge hint that she's a college student, then decides to continue the conversation more by asking, "How long have you been doing this? I don't get to come out this way often, only for a few things once in a while."
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"Oh, I'd love a bit of help."
Autumn is, well, a boggan. If she had a pick, she'd be a dwarf; a ring, she'd be a hobbit. Hard work and talking is what life's all about for her! And company's even better. "Well, you should enjoy your food first, that you should, and if you could help me hook up the ol' cart to my Jeep over there." She gestures towards an old, banged up Renegade that looks like it's going to disintegrate in a stiff breeze. "Then we can just mosey on back to my place. I think you'd like it! Then again, I think everyone'll like it." She laughs. "And lots of people do, really. Unless they are all lying to me, then, well, maybe not." Something then occurs to her. "Oh! You know, I have a chocolate tres leches in the fridge you can have. Fair payment for help, d'you think?"
This is the sort of girl that gets robbed, and laughs it off.
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Cynthia listens along. Cynthia is a Satyr. Conversation is a big thing with her, too. Conversation, parties, ... who knows what else with a Satyr. She glances over to the Jeep when it's mentioned and Autumn gestures, nodding once more. "I'm sure your place is wonderful." She comments. "My place is just a dorm and while it's kept nice and tidy and all it... it's kinda small. Wish I could find a place that's nice and spacious and, well... doesn't make me sick." She must be talking about a place that's... easier on the two of them, so to speak.
"Some could be lying to you. This town, well, this world, if I'm honest, is filled with a lot of that. Some want to spare feelings but some..." She seems to just let that fall flat, shaking her head and instead sounding intrigued by the chocolate tres leches. "Oh my God that sounds amazing! I wouldn't be able to eat it after the tacos, I know that much for sure." Her waist is so tiny, would she be able to finish them? "But I will definitely save it for later. Perhaps in the morning with my coffee." Planning out her meals already.
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Or planning where she's staying overnight.
"Sure, sure." Autumn's definitely not got a tiny waist. She's not a large woman, but she's definitely a little curvy. Less up top; more in the back. "Well, I mean, you're not lying to me, right? About the world lying to me." She smiles widely, for a moment. Maybe that's a bit of a joke. "I don't have time to lie. What's the point? So much easier to just to say what's on your mind. I do that all the time!" She goes about securing the bins and the doors to the cart, with a little key and a set of small locks. "Anyhow, it's a quick five-minute drive. You're okay with that, right? I'm not the best driver, but I haven't gotten into an accident yet! Granted, I've only been driving for a couple of years."
She hasn't answered how long she's been at this.
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Violeta has arrived.
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That could be a possibility too, who knows with a Satyr!
Cynthia shakes her head a bit. "No no, I'm not lying to you, definitely. I... I hate lying myself, if I'm honest. Heh, what a way to spin that phrase, huh? If I'm honest, I hate lying. Wouldn't that be---" She shakes her head once more, "Nevermind, I won't get us caught in some weird lying paradox." She laughs, finding amusement in her talk about not being the best driver, "I think you'll do fine. Probably better than me. I haven't driven in gods know how long. Not because I can't or I have a fear of it, just... don't really need to and it's easier to just toss a few bills at one of those ride sharing apps. I like to think of it as my way of helping people and them furthering my laziness, you know?"
Cynthia is standing in front of Autumn's taco cart. She's wearing a black windbreaker with 2 white stripes around the upper left arm, open to reveal a black camisole. The rest of her attire is a pair of knee high black socks, black and grey plaid miniskirt, and clunky black boots on her feet.Her blonde hair is tied up in a low ponytail, held by a black scrunchie. A little black handbag dangles from her left shoulder.
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Autumn seems to be locking her cart up.
And it looks like she's about to head away with Cynthia. "Why would you wanna make people more lazy? Don't you think people are lazy all right?" It's too bad, really: Autumn's is the last cart at the Point, it seems. And it is *way* late for tacos. That's more of a lunch thing.
Autumn's just dressed like any other California girl.
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It is always to late for tacos, but that is besides the point. The black wind howls, and all the dishes rattle in the cupboards when the elephants arrive.
You can /hear/ Violeta coming, what with the clank of metal from her armor, and a sword nearly as tall as she is, or from the crack of her hooves on any surface harder than sand. And it isn't like you can hide a six foot bitch either.
But Oh Lawd, she comin, what with her one remaining horn, and a face that could be generously be described as resting bitch. Why she is here? How she is here? Those questions may never be answered. But where she is here, is heading right for the two Changelings.
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Cynthia's eyes shoot open wide, "Oh! No, no, I mean, throw money at them for them to do things so I can continue to be lazy." She laughs. "But I mean--" whatever thought she had in her head is gone now as Violeta comes up the way, and she turns to look over with her mouth in a little o and her eyes open. Her eyes lighting up when she realizes who it is. She gestures towards Violeta while glancing to Autumn, "She can also carry me away. Like, that happens." ---
Holy shit.
Autumn stares at Violeta from afar. And if the woman continues on her way, she can stare at her from up close. "Wow." She looks amazed. Happy and astounded too. "Look at that armor." There would be stars in her eyes if this were an anime. It might as well be anime. She is enraptured and fascinated -- openly, too. And does she care? No, she doesn't fucking care that she's gawking at the woman who stands easily a foot taller than her outside of the Dreaming.
Hey, at least she's speechless now, right?
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Vi doesn't give much indication she even notices she is being gawked at, none at all. Instead, she grunts once as she gets closer, it is sort of a greeting, or perhaps a warning that she was incoming, as she digs a cigarette out of her armor (A leather jacket in the autumn world), lights it, and sticks it between her lips for a long drag.
Then she flat out slaps Cynthia's ass.
Not a small quiet little pat either, it is a pretty hefty show of some manner of affection, the sound of wich may echo over the water of the pacific ocean for an indeterminate manner of time. Her voice finally speaking out in her low contralto.
"Cynthia."
Her attention drifts downwards then, very very slowly. Like a creeping and impending doom that slowly lowers itself to Autumn's face, staring there for a long moment, smoke from her cigarette drifting from her nostrils.
"Cute Boggan."
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Cynthia responds, "I know, right?" to 'look at that armor.' Her attention back on Violeta now. The slap to her backside gets her to lower her head and suckle on her lips. Did it hurt? It was certainly loud! She raises her head to gaze up at Violeta. "She is." If the street tacos are made, she'll offer one to Violeta. If not, she'll say that Autumn is making them and ask if she wants one. Either way, Cynthia will comment, "I was just about to help her close up for the night, then we were gonna go somewhere and talk." A pause, looking over to Autumn to see if she might have anything to add right now.
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"My name's Autumn."
That's what the cute boggan says. And she just stands there. A little helpless? Maybe. Definitely just a bit star-struck, that's for sure. There's just something about burly women in armor, one supposes. "Um, yeah, I have a place? It's -- you need a place to stay? -- I mean, I've got food, and drink, and books." Beat. "Oh! There's a little smoking areas downstairs. I don't really like smoking myself -- I mean, I've done it a little, but not much, so -- " She fumbles behind her for her cart. "Let me just get this attached to the Jeep!" The old, ugly-ass Renegade nearby. "Let me just get this attached, and we can all go! Honest!"
And then she starts pulling her food wagon over, struggling only a little.
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Vi raises up a single brow, asking the actual mexican if she wants LA tacos is probably a bit much, but if offered she doesn't comment. Instead she merely raises up to her full height once more, seemingly amused at the entire situation around her, and taking a low drag of her smoke. Her head tilts, over towards Cynthia, wich serves to make several vertebrae pop.
"Si, Chica, bad time, or am I along for the ride?"
This seems to amuse her even /further/, before she turns her gaze once more to Autumn.
"You gonna make it girly? Here..."
Uh oh, she is moving for Autumn now, slow, purposeful steps.
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Cynthia listens to Autumn and smiles a bit, as if something she's said or done has amused her. When she sees Autumn start pulling the wagon, she calls out, "Oh, wait! I-I was going to help you, right?" Cynthia just casually eats now, not realizing that could've been a faux pas. She wouldn't have meant it for one. She doesn't eat much, as evident by her waist. She probably wouldn't be able to scarf down the tacos in one sitting.
Cynthia casually eats because... Violeta is gradually getting over to help Autumn. Violeta can probably do it with one finger, so Cynthia would be of no help in this. There goes that laziness!
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"Oh, I can do it!"
Well, she can. Autumn probably had to draw the cart, while full, to where she was selling her food. It just takes a bit of struggling, that's all. A lot, maybe. If Vi helps, though, the boggan will gladly accept it. "Thank you," she would say, regardless, once the cart is properly set up the knob at the back of her vehicle. She locks it in place, and grins up -- UP -- at the woman. "Sometimes, I overestimate my strength." An easy laugh follows. "Not tonight, though, right?" She then looks at her fellow Kithain. "Okay! Looks like we're all set."
"Shall we?"
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Vi maybe helps, maybe she doesn't, maybe it only looks like she is helping? The world may never know. Still, she is amused again, and she takes a moment to adjust her breastplate as things get settled, looking back to Cynthia with a questioning look, and a small "Your call." Seemingly ready to act on whatever it is that is being decided.
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Cynthia finishes up one, just one of her tacos. She would've made sure to pay, as well, with money in her handbag. She wraps up the other one and nods her head, "I think she should get that chocolate tres leches, yeah?" She gestures once more to Violeta while speaking to Autumn, saying whether Violeta helped or not. Then, she tells Vi, "Yeah, yeah let's take off for a nice place we can talk." She beams, eyes down on her unfinished taco once more. Can she do it? Naw, not right now.
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<THE SCENE MOVES>
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Posada Puesta del Sol -- Hacia Arriba
The second floor was clearly built by Kithain hands.
To mortal eyes, it is set up like a small apartment. The balcony door leads into a small living area with a pair of coaches around a small television, all of which are a little to the right, in an open area. Ahead is a hallway that leads to a quartet of rooms: two guest rooms; one bathroom; and one master bedroom. But to the left is an enclosed room filled with books
on hand-made floating shelves and a hand-made desk and chair.
To the eyes of the Dreaming, the library contains one treasure rarely seen in the Autumn nights: a small balefire burning brightly in a brazier set between two bookshelves. They fuel the creativity downstairs, no doubt subtlely influencing the dreamers that set their artwork on the walls or perform for crowds on stage. This is where the mistress of the house no
doubt spends long evenings, or allows visitors to regain their strength for future travels. The only thing that might be missing is a kitchen, but there's one downstairs.
The walls are covered with photographs of a certain cute blonde at various ages in her life with various people in various locations. They show her exploits from a childling to wilder in intimate detail across the country.
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Oh, it's nice.
Really, it is. Compared to the Autumn World, this place is warm and cozy. Clearly, Autumn lives here -- look at all the photos! -- and it certainly has the touch of someone who cares about hospitality. Almost coincidentally, the second floor apartment has a trio of bedrooms. Could everyone here stay overnight? Yes! Hooray, sleepovers! And the boggan looks ecstatic.
"I haven't had a visitor in months!"
She seems really excited. She even forgets to do her housework: she's too busy giving the two women -- her new besties, obvi -- a brief tour of the premises. It shouldn't be a problem if she wakes up early, of course, and being a good hostess takes priority. She even remembers to bring the chocolate dessert up with her with plates and forks. "Welcome to Casa del Autumn at Posada Puesta del Sol!"
"Get comfy?" she suggests, putting the dessert and stuff onto the coffee table.
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"Bad idea chica." Vi nods to the commentary on making herself comfortable, with a slight not quite amused smirk. She does however unbear her sword, a pool stick to mortal eyes, and leans it by the door as she looks around. Not unappreciative, just... wary... the sort of person always on the lookout, and who knows where all the exits are. "Me being at home involves both of you with a lot less clothes on, si?"
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Cynthia makes her way into Autumn's casa, glancing around. She focuses on the photos, lookin' at the photos! They seem to make her smile a touch. She turns to face Autumn now, smile widening, "Sure. Thank you for letting us relax here..." She politely takes the plate, thanking her. "Thanks." While she takes a bite of the chocolate treat, her eyes glance to Vi, then to Autumn to get her reaction to such a bold statement from Violeta.
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"Less clothes on?"
Autumn opens up the dessert and starts to put portions on the plates. Three of them. "Oh, I don't know about that." She laughs easily. "I mean, I'm no prude, but I can't say I've had many callers." She smiles widely. "Who can compare with the Fair Folk, right? With their beautiful eyes and gossamer clothes." A wistful sigh. "Ah well. As I said, I haven't had many guests up here, so I guess I've just gotten used to being clothed. I even go to sleep in them! Because sometimes I have to just get up and go do something I nearly forgot downstairs, and working naked's likely to get unwanted attention around here."
Excuses, excuses.
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Vi gives a snort of a laugh, then another one, and another. Honestly it almost makes her sound like a very very amused pig. It cuts her talking off for a moment, and her head tilts to the side to crack her neck as she settles down, just sort of half crashing into a seat.
"Never really gave much thought to the fair folk si? Other than Tyria. Most of what I remember bout them is from being on the losing side of a war."
Then a low, broad, shrug of her shoulders.
"Plus, Cynthia is right over there."
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Cynthia continues to eat her little treat, slowly. She continues to look amused now, smile making those cheeks of hers plump up a bit. She doesn't have anything to add, just yet. This chocolate tres leches is so good! She settles her plate down in front of her now, the fork making a little clinging sound when she sets it down. She crosses her legs, right over left, and folds her hands in her lap atop her handbag. "... What's that now?" She raises a brow to Violeta. "Fair folk eh..." She chews on her bottom lip, eyes falling on Autumn now. "I don't sleep in much, myself... I've been known to walk around in my dorm in lingerie. You know I modeled it in Paris, once, actually. Ahh, that was a wonderful summer." She takes a moment to reflect on it, head dipping back.
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The boggan already seems to have moved on.
"Oh, I'll bet Paris was beautiful. I've never been. I've been to Louisiana, though, and they speak some French down there? Loved the little trip I took there, definitely, but it's probably not Paris. And, I mean, neither's Las Vegas, right? But I saw their little Eiffel Tower, and it was pretty cool." She makes sure that Vi gets a plate with dessert too. "I think Cynthia's gorgeous, yeah, but that doesn't explain why *I* should wear less clothes, right? I mean, if you had a choice, you'd pick her, right?" She takes the final plate, and finds herself a chair on which to perch, legs crossed and back straight.
Her eyes float between the two women, all a-light and curious.
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"Huh?" Vi seems honestly confused for a moment, her brows furrowing for a moment, and her hand waving. "Why would I choose?" The comment hangs in the air for a moment, before her tongue clucks. "Take what you want from life, don't let anyone stop you from having a good time."
Then the moment has passed, and she leans back in her seat some, not touching her dessert /yet/ as she settles, pulling out another cigarette but not lighting it yet. "Haven't been round to much this time, just up and down the coast si? Tijuana up to the golden gate and back to here."
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Cynthia decides to set her handbag down on the floor, up against her seat, while she listens. She sits up straight again, tossing in little comments when she can to keep the conversation going, "Cajun, yeah." She smiles sweetly, "You and I will have to go to Paris someday. Vegas is a nice little trip sometimes. Sin City." Almost a play on words what with the name she likes to go by online. "She raises a point." Cynthia directs at V, "That doesn't explain it." Then, there's a nod of agreement after V's comment. "That's right. I mean, when she first met me she took me." She snickers, giving V a playful little push on her shoulder.
"I haven't been down south into Mexico. Furthest I've ever been is San Diego, so, like... close, but no cigar."
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"Oh."
Autumn blinks twice, like she doesn't quite understand the concept of taking someone when you first meet them. Certainly, she gets the concept of taking things, but maybe sexual innuendo isn't her thing? "Oh!" Wait, no, now she seems to get it. "Oh my." She snickers, and accidentally stabs her lip with a fork that doesn't have any dessert on it. "Ow!" And that makes her giggle some more, until she gets it right. Mm. Sweet desserts are the best kind. "Oh, I get it now. Wow! Boy, am I dim, right?" She laughs a giddy little laugh. "Well, like, if you two want to do it, you can use my room? It's got a bigger bed, for one thing. I mean, you can try the couch here, but -- " She makes a face. " -- I mean, I can't say there haven't been other people there, so if you're cringey about sticking your cooter where someone's butt's been, I mean, go for it."
She really likes watching Vi and Cyn, doesn't she?
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Vi doesn't move when Cyn pushes at her, like she would take herself not being an immovable rock as some sort of personal affront to her very being. That being said, she also doesn't immediately deck Cynthia for touching her, so apparently the large woman is comfortable with Cyn. She does raise an eyebrow that way, and there is a small wave of her hand towards the other Satyr before she speaks.
"We're Satyr's chica, wine, women and song. And Booze, boys and..." A pause, and a low crinkle of her nose. "Beatboxing?" There she gives another one of her broad shrugs. "Though I am more into fighting than most, aquired taste, grew up with Redcaps." She nods to Cynthia, seeming about to go onto her before Autumn gets to the 'sure, go ahead and use my couch' part of this conversation. It causes her a precisely two second pause before she just goes on with.
"Well Cyn, looks like you are going to be in those sort of movies, si? Lets see if the girl has a camcorder." Her voice entirely dry, the lines delivered flat to the point where it can be assumed she is intentionally trying to obfuscate on whether she is lieing or not. Then a simple follow up of. "It ok to smoke in here?"
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Cynthia watches Autumn with interest, eyes slightly spreading wider and she cants her head to her left just a bit. "Hnn?" She lets out a little noise, wondering what she might mean, but then it clicks with her; Autumn is trying to get what they were talking about. Her smile is a mischievous grin now, and she nods her head. Though, suddenly, her expression changes to that of worry and she reaches a hand towards Autumn for a second when she stabs herself in the lip with her fork. "No, no. It's all right." She comments. "Sometimes I get in my own head and miss things. I think of... stories, situations, you know? Think on how they could come to life. I used to write stories as a kid, now I act out others' stories."
Cynthia can't help but laugh a little at Autumn's comment, "Well I mean... I could be here all night if we're talking about where we've stuck our cooters. If you really want to know that, I mean..." She cuts herself off.
"Dance." Cynthia helps out her fellow Satyr. That's how she would finish it if it ever came up on one of those fancy IQ tests telling her to finish the pattern. "She's a lover and a fighter." Cyn throws in. Her eyes then widen in surprise, "Hey now!" She exclaims. "The kind of stories I act in only has a little bit of that stuff sometimes." She smiles, however, not seeming offended, just amused at the notion she might be a mattress actress instead of an actress.
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Autumn makes a face at Vi's request initially.
"I'd rather you didn't." Shrug. "But I suppose if it'd make you happy." See? She's the perfect Unseelie host: all of the adorably easy-going cheerfulness of being Seelie without the oppressive social conditions. "I don't have an ashtray though, so, like, could you, like, maybe just use your plate or something? I can just wash it off." And how can someone say 'no' to her when she's being reasonable?
She'd be dangerous if she weren't so soft.
"Well, now, I don't have a camcorder -- I don't even think they make those any more, do they? -- but I guess I could use a phone?" Her eyes widen. "I've never actually recorded people having sex before -- is that what you wanted to do? -- I suppose I could try." Bouncy, bouncy, bounce goes that brain of hers, as whimsical as a cat on acid. She puts her dessert plate to the side.
"So, you two like to dance for fun?"
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"She does, my sort of dancing involves four foot razor blades." Vi answers, though to note, she doesn't light up. But that may be due to the distraction. Her one horned visage keeping her eyes on Autumn even as she makes a small motion to Cyn, a sort of circular movement of her finger on the horozontal plane.
"Phone camera should work, but getting to far ahead chica. Need a /plot/ first. You have any costumes? We could have Cyn dress up as the delivery girl you see..."
Is she messing with Autumn? She has to be, but her face and voice remain incredibly flat throughout her talking.
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Cynthia, at first, didn't seem to click with what Autumn would rather not have Vi do, but then realizes; smoking. The talk of possibly recording sex on a phone gets Cynthia's smile to fade and she hangs her head. Her eyes downcast on her plate of half-finished chocolate tres leches. She flicks her eyes upward, only commenting, "I like to dance sometimes, yeah..." Her voice trailing off. She then clears her throat and shakes her head, "No recordings, please. I--Yeah. I uhm..." She breathes in deeply, then relaxes herself, exhaling and finishing her thought. "I take my craft seriously, you know? Like... we drink... we dance... we fuck... because the world keeps turning and our... our forms as they are will pass on, right? It's inevitable, right? But..." She swallows. "I want to leave a mark, I want to leave a mark when I pass on, y'know...?"
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The boggan seems to get it.
"Okay." And Autumn also seems to compartmentalize things. For later, perhaps. Or maybe as a party topic. Never can quite tell when a boggan'll bring up something; that's part of their charm, really. "You know what I like?" She smiles widely. "I'd like the both of you to stay tonight. As guests." She stamps one of her little feet on the floor to cement the announcement. "And, yes, you two are welcome to use my bedroom, if you want, or the guest rooms, if you'd like." She puts her hands together. "It's been so long since I've had company, you understand. And I like company."
So she does, it seems.
"But I've some things to do now?" She rises so that she can pick up the plates, the forks, and the half-eaten tray. Like all boggans, she handles the drudgery effortlesly. "I've to get the kitchen ready for tomorrow -- breakfast, you know, is a very busy time for us. The floors must be swept and cleaned, the coffee ground and ready to go -- oh, there's still so much to do." There's a note of reluctance, though. A boggan's work is a lonely life, after all, no matter how necessary. "But, I will make sure there is hot coffee and some pancakes ready for you both, I promise. And I shall make as little noise as possible when I come back up, okay?"
With that, Autumn makes a strategic exit from the scene.
<ENDUT>
