amusings | (no subject)

[May is just bopping along, because yay, she is finally getting a girl's night out. She waves at the people around them, because waving is what you do when you're a friendly person. And if May is anything, it's friendly. The reactions are weird though, to say the least. The women seem to scowl, and well, the reaction of the guys makes her drop her hand quicker than she realized was possible]

[Leaning close to her companion, she asks in a hushed whisper with a tight smile still plastered on her face] Hey, uh, Prudence, where did you say we were going again?

I didn't. Welcome to the floating district, May. It's the one place where we can get my biggest needs met. [SHE'S TALKING ABOUT DRUGS she's here for drug deals]

The floating... [And then realization hits May. Her eyes widen, and she clings to Prudence's arm] Oh my god, you're not... [in even more of a hushed voice] are you working off your debt as a prostitute? You're not trying to get me to be a prostitute, too, are you?!?!

What? No, don't be stupid. You'd be a terrible prostitute, and the people here don't pay well enough for me. We're here to get something much more important. [And then Prudence spots it: her dear friend, a shady spirit all in billows of smoke like watercolour.] Drugs! [And dragging May over.]

[So Chloe is Alex Drake, huh?] Prudence! [May smiles apologetically at the spirit, and then tries to pull Prudence away, whispering at her very loudly and nervously] You can't buy drugs from a spirit. You don't even know if that will work on humans or what it will do to you!

You say that to deter me, but actually that just makes me more excited. [Prudence swats May away and goes back to talking to her dealer. Spirit druuuugs.]

[want a picture of anxiety? see: May. May is eyeing her surroundings nervously]

[cheerfully to a passing spirit] Hello!

[when the spirit hisses at her, May jumps towards Prudence] Can we just go? Now? Please?

[Prudence swats May.] Not yet, I'm talking!

[She smiles warmly at the spirit.] I'm sorry about my friend, she was born under a really boring star and never learned how to have fun locked up in her childhood. Here's the cash.

[And in return, Prudence gets drugs.] Yay! Okay, let's go, May.

[It doesn't hurt to indulge people, especially people who seem to have fairly bad luck and a tendency to get themselves in silly messes. Well, it doesn't hurt as long as she's not sucked into those messes, Regina assumes. And she likes the theatre, so it will be an exciting change of pace to check out a theatre, especially one in such a strange place]

I'm not sure what to expect from a theatre in a place like this. Is it very different from the ones you knew in your own home?

[He talks as he leads her in.] Not entirely. Ben—the director—is from a time long before mine, some, oh, four hundred, five hundred years? So he is accustomed to a very different kind of stage than I am. This one leans more to my stages than his, but we've found ways to adapt to what he was accustomed to.

[The stage is..idk, proscenium, I think. I forgot. But some boards have been built out from the stage to better emulate the thrust stages Shakespeare is used to.] There, you can see for yourself. A little more French than English, design being what it is.

I always have preferred French to English. [she examines the stage, then Faust] What year are you from?

2012, AD. We tend to prefer our proscenium stages.

2012? It's hard to even conceive of a year that far into the future. Four or five centuries would put me in the same era as your theatre director. What country did you say he was from again? Perhaps I know of him.

Is that so? He's an Englishman. Born 1564, died 1616, if the academic record and my schoolboy memories can be relied upon. Well-known in his time and best known in his afterlife. [But Dorian can remember Queen Elizabeth's name, so he at least knows one Queen Regina isn't.]

Then he has not even been born yet in my own timeline. When I left home for this place, the year was still 1559. [she'd comment on, you know, the English not being huge fans of her, but she doesn't want to advertise that to a guy that hangs out with a 16th century English person]

[Well. That suggests something. Faustus smiles at her, then bows.] I'm certain he'd count himself unfortunate not to know your grace and beauty in person. He's sort of like that. Would you like to see backstage?

[Dorian is cute. He's not, you know, shorty got that what what tuning the lady harp sexy, but he's cute at least. And he has a nice smile. And he seems to know a lot of people, and things, and be the kind of guy that Chloe and James wouldn't totally discount on first sight. So all in all, she thinks he might be cool enough to show off as a friend, maybe, one day. And she didn't meet him in pilates or church, which gives him cool bonus points, June is pretty sure]

I love your accent. I mean, I am obsessed with British accents. Or Welsh, just, you know, entire Great Britain Britishness. And Ireland, too. Because that's not really part of Great Britain anymore, is it? [beat, and a nervous smile] When I had strep throat I spent an entire week in watching nothing but BBC America. I marathoned Downton Abbey, too. [earnest smile and terrible British accent ahoy] 'ello, mate.

[The Britishness may have left her a little star struck. It makes up for the lack of sexy and the overabundance of cute and sweet, as far as Dorian's looks are concerned right now for June. She wonders for a minute what shorty got that what what sounds like with a British accent]

[There is too much wrong to even begin to correct that. What a nice, airheaded young lady.] We do pride ourselves on the BBC. Would you like a glass of water? Clear the system a little? [THIS LADY IS DRUNK he is assuming as he enjoys another very alcoholic something or other, he didn't ask.]

Oh, no thank you. See, I'm actually trying to build a tolerance. My tolerance is about average, but my roommate is a total heavyweight at drinking. And drugs. And just about every terrible thing you can put inside your body. Men and women included, if you know what I mean. [June smiles brightly at her terrible joke, but then waves her hand and continues] I actually had to have my stomach pumped last year, couldn't drink for six months, and that was from just trying to keep up with her for a couple weeks. So, I am trying to be pro-active. If I can build a tolerance than I should be a-okay when party time comes.

[This roommate sounds amazing and Dorian wants to meet her. But he prioritizes, smiling graciously.] An interesting strategy. And what stage in your plan are you at now? Four ounces a night? Five?

[June pulls out a notebook from her bag and shows Dorian] I've been charting it, just to know where I'm at. [she points out her progress to Dorian which has gone up some, but is still only a few degrees higher than a lightweight]

. . . How many months from now is this binge session supposed to be?

[Toby likes screwing with people when he's bored. It's a fun hobby. ~~And just one more way Dorian isn't that unique. Sorry, Dorian, you're not the only one he fucks with.~~ Today, the latest victim of his dickishness was June, James, or a third option (your pick!), who has now left in a huff of humiliation and feeling like shit.]

[And now Toby is chilling at the bar, enjoying a drink, like the self-satisfied douche he is.]

[Okay. No. No that shit is not happening. Chloe is going to take this piece of garbage down. Nobody steps all over her friends.

So first, she observes him. She figures out what's important to him.

And then she demoralizes Dorian Gray in ways that he didn't think possible when Toby was at his side. So angry and flustered, Dorian storms out without remembering to pick up Toby first.

Then Chloe joins Toby for a drink at the bar.]

[What the hell? Only Toby is allowed to mess with Dorian. She is going down ~~they're yelling timber~~]

[So Toby smiles a charming smile at Chloe] Cheers. [he downs his drink and leaves. He knows where to find Dorian. But what's more important is finding one of Chloe's friends.]

[So he finds June, and feeds her some sob story about lashing out because he's afraid to trust again. He apologizes for his behavior, takes her out for breakfast at a diner, etc. He gets in with June, eventually gets June to reintroduce him to James so he can apologize to James. Toby is lazy and just uses flattery to get on James's good side. He could go the Dorian route of making James fight for Toby's praise, but James is sort of meaningless in all of this. This is all about Chloe.]

[So with that all done and taken care of, a couple weeks pass, and Toby has found himself invited over to June and Chloe's apartment for a dinner June is making.]

[So there's a knock on the door, June answers, then runs back with apologies to check on the food she's making. And Toby is standing in the doorway all smiles and charm with a nice bottle of wine in his hand]

Edited 2014-08-20 05:04 (UTC)

[No.

Just. No.

Chloe's expression sets hard, and she stands right in front of Toby, and does not let this man across her threshold.]

He can't come in.

I didn't realize it was a problem. I can go.

["Chloe," June hisses, and tries to remove Chloe. Of course, that's when something starts boiling over. So instead, June grabs Toby's arm, and pulls him inside. "You stay," June says to Toby, "You, be nice," June says to Chloe. She runs off to save whatever she's cooking before either person can argue]

[Toby smiles at Chloe]

I don't think we were ever properly introduced, were we? [Toby is all charm and smiles] You're Chloe, June and James have told me all about you. And I'm Toby.

[Chloe smiles at Toby, matching the monster for what he is.] I know who you are. And you're not staying. I don't know how you got on June and James's good side, but I know it's really easy, so I don't actually care. I'm the only bitch this apartment has room for, so go back to humping that pretty boy's leg in the Gothic horror story you come from.

Alright. [Toby drawls it out like Chloe is a crazy person, and then drops the wine on the counter and heads into the kitchen, looking to see what June is cooking.]

[He might also smile smugly at Chloe behind June's back because he's a dick]

[Chloe briefly considers reaching into her purse for her tranq, but no. No, that won't solve this. Setting to his fire will solve this, but a tranq gun will not. So instead she just flips him the middle finger, sticks her tongue out at him, and leaves.

To find out where he lives.]

[On the kitchen counter there is a pile of books from the library. Sadly, they are in the pre-internet age, so they had to go to the library for this task. They all concern the same topic: deadly food. Right now, one cookbook is opened up to a page about making pufferfish. There is also a bag full of groceries sitting on the table, waiting to be used.]

So what do I get if you survive?

[Because clearly a bet has been made. Toby is certain he can make pufferfish without killing someone. How sure is Dorian about this bet? Only the next tag knows for sure]

[Dorian leans against the counter, snacking on chips.] If I survive—which I won't—you can have control over what we watch for a week.

Yeah, you can keep talking while you're busy surviving my cooking. [he goes to the bag of groceries to get out what he needs. He grabs an apple off the table and throws it at Dorian's head] Stop eating, I'm cooking.

[Dorian ducks the apple throw, which means something clatters behind him. He instantly sulks.] I'm hungry!

Stop whining. You'll be eating soon. [Toby grabs the fish out, unwrapping it from the paper, and dropping it unceremoniously onto the counter.] It's an ugly thing, isn't it. [Toby grins up at Dorian] Reminds me of you when you're looking all sulky like you are right now.

Lying doesn't flatter you, Toby. [And he's going to keep eating his potato chips HE WILL NOT BE STOPPED much. yet.]

Everything flatters me. [Toby knocks the chips out of Dorian's hands.] You can wait a half hour.

Hey! [So Dorian promptly pulls himself up to sit on a counter and sulk while he waits for Toby to make him food.] You better not take long.

(no subject)

Chloe & June vs. The Hooker District, Forestcovered

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Dorian showing Mary the theatre

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Dorian and June (it's like James 2.0!)

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Chloe & Toby: Monsters, Inc.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Toby & Dorian Making Pufferfish

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject