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ways_back_room2011-04-27 07:01 am
muji) wrote in ways_back_room2011-04-27 07:01 am
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Daily Entertainment.
Screw it.
Fourth Wall Breakdown
Fourth Wall Breakdown
A dark-haired woman peers warily through the door.
"It's quiet in here, and the phone's not ringing. Excellent. I'll just barricade myself in the far corner behind a mountain of books, with a teapot."
(Why yes, I am on my way to work for what promises to be another hellishly long day with limited Internet access. I'd so much rather be here!)
"It's quiet in here, and the phone's not ringing. Excellent. I'll just barricade myself in the far corner behind a mountain of books, with a teapot."
(Why yes, I am on my way to work for what promises to be another hellishly long day with limited Internet access. I'd so much rather be here!)
Raylan's at a nearby table, facing the door. Call it habit, or call it training -- it's six of one, half a dozen of the other.
He glances up from his stack of paperwork, and inclines his head toward the new arrival.
"It's only quiet because the glee club just left."
He glances up from his stack of paperwork, and inclines his head toward the new arrival.
"It's only quiet because the glee club just left."
"... I'm just as glad to have missed that, frankly.'
She dumps her pile of folders, papers, and reference books in front of her and starts sorting.
"Hi, by the way. I'm Aspen."
She dumps her pile of folders, papers, and reference books in front of her and starts sorting.
"Hi, by the way. I'm Aspen."
"You should consider yourself lucky," he says, and nods. "They were on their way to a national competition. A very ... energetic group of young people."
He tips his Stetson.
"Aspen, Raylan Givens."
He tips his Stetson.
"Aspen, Raylan Givens."
"Then I wish them luck somewhere very far from here."
She smiles. "Nice to meet you, Raylan. And nice hat, too."
She smiles. "Nice to meet you, Raylan. And nice hat, too."
She picks up a Blackberry and pokes at it with a finger.
"Good plan. They go fast. Want some tea?"
"Good plan. They go fast. Want some tea?"
A business-casual brunette in dark denim and kitten heels returns from the counter, high-octane latte in one hand, and a granola bar in the other.
"Oh, don't encourage him," she says, half-smirking as she settles at Raylan's table. "He has an unhealthy relationship with that thing."
Raylan, for his part, looks unimpressed.
"Oh, don't encourage him," she says, half-smirking as she settles at Raylan's table. "He has an unhealthy relationship with that thing."
Raylan, for his part, looks unimpressed.
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A short light-brown haired young woman in a monster t-shirt and cargo pants, yanks open the door as if looking for something then pauses surprised.
"Real cute with the Narnia bit," She looks up at the ceiling, snorting, before ducking back to where she came from. Then re-enters carrying a bag of cloth scraps, embroidery floss and a sewing tin in one hand, and in the other a scroll frame with cloth stretched over it. "Make the most of this free time since I don't think I'll find that kosode anytime soon."
"Real cute with the Narnia bit," She looks up at the ceiling, snorting, before ducking back to where she came from. Then re-enters carrying a bag of cloth scraps, embroidery floss and a sewing tin in one hand, and in the other a scroll frame with cloth stretched over it. "Make the most of this free time since I don't think I'll find that kosode anytime soon."
In one of the out of the way corners -- no...not that one. That one -- sits a brunette. Well, "sit" is really the wrong word to describe what she's doing. Flop would be more accurate. Or maybe even slumped. Her glasses are on a side table to her left, and her disheveled, cranberry-red streaked hair obscures her face.
"GAH! WHY DO THE TREES INSIST ON MATING WITH MY FACE?!? NO MEANS NO TREES!"
"GAH! WHY DO THE TREES INSIST ON MATING WITH MY FACE?!? NO MEANS NO TREES!"
"Hey, I live out West," she points out, amused. "A good hat has real value around here."
"There is nothing wrong," Balthazar drawls in a gravelly voice from a nearby table, his eyes bright under his own (fantastic) hat, "With a good hat."
"Perhaps, with your stunning charm, they cannot resist drawing closer?" The voice may be dulcet and ringing, but the tone is decidedly teasing as the elf the voice belongs to ponders how hair becomes that color.
"Oh that can't possibly be it," she says from beneath her hair. And as if to punctuate her point further, she sniffles and coughs.
She's a LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADY.
She's a LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADY.
"Anything spicy? I've been on a thing for spicy tea since a couple weeks ago. Good lord, now is not the time to be into expensive type tea either -- "
Wait.
"I keep forgetting you have a Blackberry. Do you use BBM? I am tired of getting told I don't 'utilize my Blackberry enough'. Whatever. Text messages are text messages."
Wait.
"I keep forgetting you have a Blackberry. Do you use BBM? I am tired of getting told I don't 'utilize my Blackberry enough'. Whatever. Text messages are text messages."
"No? Alas." It cannot be henna, it would never be so bright - it is brighter even than a certain distant cousin of his. "Then you would only need to learn to be offensive... but if you feel you have mastered that art..."
"Could be worse, could be mold trying to make a bukkake flick with your sinuses."
"Hear that? She's a kindred," Raylan says, vindicated. "And besides, it's not like you don't encourage the other one."
"I do n-- "
"Don't even say it, Crystal. Lying to a federal marshal is a -- "
"Okay, I do."
With a somewhat sheepish half-smile, she turns to Aspen.
"We haven't been properly introduced. Hi, I'm Crystal. Or Crys; it's less stripper-y."
"I do n-- "
"Don't even say it, Crystal. Lying to a federal marshal is a -- "
"Okay, I do."
With a somewhat sheepish half-smile, she turns to Aspen.
"We haven't been properly introduced. Hi, I'm Crystal. Or Crys; it's less stripper-y."
"That'll be playing this fall. Just you wait."
There may be a cough or two following.
There may be a cough or two following.
A corner of Raylan's mouth quirks upward.
"Thank you. Nice to hear some people have good sense around this place."
"Thank you. Nice to hear some people have good sense around this place."
That gets him a laugh.
"There are days when I am the Offensive Level Boss."
"There are days when I am the Offensive Level Boss."
"For a magical bar where you can get anything you want, it is a perishingly rare commodity." Balthazar agrees, his own smile slightly ill-suited to his face, like it knows it has a very limited welcome.
"It's not super spicy, but this toasted nut brulee tea is pretty awesome."
She rolls her eyes.
"I don't use BBM because their approach annoys me. Whatever indeed."
She rolls her eyes.
"I don't use BBM because their approach annoys me. Whatever indeed."
He works on intuition and context rather than actually understanding the words, but his grin is bright as he sketches out a bow.
"So high as that? You have no need of lessons at all."
"So high as that? You have no need of lessons at all."
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