((Posted with permission and edited from IM play between Corlanthis Wystansayr and Samilee Burke.))
((Some mature content handled in a very immature way.... ))
To say that it had been a trying day was something of an understatement. Between spending the night at a certain infamous club and then later locking lips with a certain infamous slaver who was NOT the owner of said club, Sami needed a break from her so called life. For most of the day she had been skating all over town and now she finally needed a break. It wasn't until she was in the market square that she also realized that some food might be a good idea. So, she followed her tastebuds straight to the familiar omelette shop owned by Corlanthis Wystansayr.
Cor was in. It was surprising how much time he spent there. But then most people would actually be surprised at how much work it was to run your own business. While Cor didn't keep long hours, he did have to keep certain things in order and that meant the occasional evening at the shop, if nothing else was going on and it just so happened Sami was in luck. He was seated at one of his tables, though the shades to the windows were drawn. And when the bell sounded her arrival, he blinked up, peering curiously at the Derby Dame.
"Evenin' Sami, what brings you my way?"
"Food, broheame." It was rare that Sami acknowledged the English language in its proper forms. In truth, she hated making complete sentences let alone using words that existed before they exited her mouth. Blue suede skates had been traded for strappy sandals and she had recently showered after her skating spree. The front tufts of feathery black hair were pulled up in a fashionable pouf to keep her forehead clear. Bono shades were taken off and tossed on the table as she went to pull up a chair.
"It just so happens that I had a cravin' for your eggs." There was a suggestive brow waggle from the girl.
Cor was dressed the part of the respectable business man, pen in one hand and a pair of black-rimmed reading glasses perched precariously on his nose. Given his slight stature, he probably resembled something of a clerk. Appearances could be deciving. He grinned and leered her upa nd down.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you just came on to me. We can discuss that after you've eaten if you're hungry, though." He gestured back at the ingredients counter with a thumb, and then suddenly perked up as an idea occured to him.
"And you know what, if you aren't feeling too picky, I just got some new herbs in early today while I was shoping. You could help me try them out and see if they're worth keeping around for the omelettes?"
"Dude, I'm always coming onto you. Have you seen your ass?"
Skinny limbs were gesturing with the usual zest and energy the Derby Dame exuded on a daily basis. Glamoured peepers peered at the counter in the distance and her boney shoulders rose and fell in a shrug. Sami crossed her legs as she relaxed. "As it happens, I actually qualified to be a guinea pig on my career placement test in college. Unfortunately, with the economy the way it is, well, those jobs are the first to go."
An exaggerated eyeroll here. "Lay it on me, egg-man."
"I have seen your ass!" Cor nodded at it appreciatively. "Please allow me to compliment you on it. And is that actually a career?"
Cor's green eyes were wide and believing as he pushed out of his chair and wandered slowly behind the break in the counter. He was *pretty* sure she was joking, but he did have something of a gullible streak. When you lived in the city were the impossible happened on a daily basis, it was hard to say what would be true and what wouldn't, and best just to assume it was.
"I don't think it actually is, no. Although she might have normally strung him along with this train of thought, Sami was feeling a bit less assholish today than she typically did. Granted, this sense of leniency did NOT stop her from oogling his derriere as he walked towards the counter. "Actually, I'm an art major. Get my diploma in like a month if you can believe it. And I never failed a class."
Nor should it have. After all, oogling him wasn't assholish, it was simply being polite! He glanced back over his shoulder, catching her in mid-oogle and tossing her a grin and a wink. And okay, maybe he shook his junk for extra effect too. At least until he was hidden by the counter. He was continuing to listen as he head into the back pantry, fishing around for a package wrapped in brown packing paper and tied closed with a bit if rough twine. He brought it back to the small bit of flat countertop and quickly had the twine cut, unwrapping the brown paper. As he did, the conversation continued.
"Oh yeah? Are you specializing in any kind of art or is this just a generalized kind of degree?" Curiousity and interest tinted his words. "I've no degrees myself, though I've always pondered taking classes here. Never really had anything like the schools here back where I come from."
There was a crooked grin and a snort of amusement with his bum-shaking antics. "Costuming, actually." True blues were occupied with folding a napkin into some nifty kinda shape. Sami wasn't really a wiz at origami, but that had never stopped her from trying. Dangling earrings of polished silver swayed and tapped against her neck as she tried to sit upright a bit more to better keep an eye on Coreo if he happened to wander back into view at any point in time.
"The schools around here aren't great, but they don't suck too bad either. And its cheap as hell to go here."
"Costuming? That's cool. I've got a few costumes stored away myself." Cor wasn't really thinking of plays or acting when he said that, though. And now, with the paper fully unwrapped a small box was left uncovered that had runes covering the various sides. This was not the peculiar part. The peculiar part was that they were glowing. All in all, not what you'd expect to find from your local spice merchant. But Cor couldn't read the runes, and so took it on faith that there wasn't anything wrong with them. He undid the simple lock on the front and lifted the lid. Immediately a pungent and slightly sweet smell filled the room.
"The person I bought these from said they'd allow me to see things from a new perspective. Personally, he was rather old, bald, and could barely see. I'm not sure he even knew he was talking to me."
" ... was he standing in a vat of radioactive goo?" The scent wasn't entirely off-putting and she was definitely going to try them regardless because at this point it was like a challenge. Sami was one of those people who found a cannister full of moldy year-old clam chowder and went around trying to wave it in anyone's face for a 'sniff'. Currently she was actually pulling a leg up beneath her in the chair with palms flat against the tabletop to give her better height.
"You know, it doesn't matter. Old people know all kinds of shit that we don't, right?"
((Some mature content handled in a very immature way.... ))
To say that it had been a trying day was something of an understatement. Between spending the night at a certain infamous club and then later locking lips with a certain infamous slaver who was NOT the owner of said club, Sami needed a break from her so called life. For most of the day she had been skating all over town and now she finally needed a break. It wasn't until she was in the market square that she also realized that some food might be a good idea. So, she followed her tastebuds straight to the familiar omelette shop owned by Corlanthis Wystansayr.
Cor was in. It was surprising how much time he spent there. But then most people would actually be surprised at how much work it was to run your own business. While Cor didn't keep long hours, he did have to keep certain things in order and that meant the occasional evening at the shop, if nothing else was going on and it just so happened Sami was in luck. He was seated at one of his tables, though the shades to the windows were drawn. And when the bell sounded her arrival, he blinked up, peering curiously at the Derby Dame.
"Evenin' Sami, what brings you my way?"
"Food, broheame." It was rare that Sami acknowledged the English language in its proper forms. In truth, she hated making complete sentences let alone using words that existed before they exited her mouth. Blue suede skates had been traded for strappy sandals and she had recently showered after her skating spree. The front tufts of feathery black hair were pulled up in a fashionable pouf to keep her forehead clear. Bono shades were taken off and tossed on the table as she went to pull up a chair.
"It just so happens that I had a cravin' for your eggs." There was a suggestive brow waggle from the girl.
Cor was dressed the part of the respectable business man, pen in one hand and a pair of black-rimmed reading glasses perched precariously on his nose. Given his slight stature, he probably resembled something of a clerk. Appearances could be deciving. He grinned and leered her upa nd down.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you just came on to me. We can discuss that after you've eaten if you're hungry, though." He gestured back at the ingredients counter with a thumb, and then suddenly perked up as an idea occured to him.
"And you know what, if you aren't feeling too picky, I just got some new herbs in early today while I was shoping. You could help me try them out and see if they're worth keeping around for the omelettes?"
"Dude, I'm always coming onto you. Have you seen your ass?"
Skinny limbs were gesturing with the usual zest and energy the Derby Dame exuded on a daily basis. Glamoured peepers peered at the counter in the distance and her boney shoulders rose and fell in a shrug. Sami crossed her legs as she relaxed. "As it happens, I actually qualified to be a guinea pig on my career placement test in college. Unfortunately, with the economy the way it is, well, those jobs are the first to go."
An exaggerated eyeroll here. "Lay it on me, egg-man."
"I have seen your ass!" Cor nodded at it appreciatively. "Please allow me to compliment you on it. And is that actually a career?"
Cor's green eyes were wide and believing as he pushed out of his chair and wandered slowly behind the break in the counter. He was *pretty* sure she was joking, but he did have something of a gullible streak. When you lived in the city were the impossible happened on a daily basis, it was hard to say what would be true and what wouldn't, and best just to assume it was.
"I don't think it actually is, no. Although she might have normally strung him along with this train of thought, Sami was feeling a bit less assholish today than she typically did. Granted, this sense of leniency did NOT stop her from oogling his derriere as he walked towards the counter. "Actually, I'm an art major. Get my diploma in like a month if you can believe it. And I never failed a class."
Nor should it have. After all, oogling him wasn't assholish, it was simply being polite! He glanced back over his shoulder, catching her in mid-oogle and tossing her a grin and a wink. And okay, maybe he shook his junk for extra effect too. At least until he was hidden by the counter. He was continuing to listen as he head into the back pantry, fishing around for a package wrapped in brown packing paper and tied closed with a bit if rough twine. He brought it back to the small bit of flat countertop and quickly had the twine cut, unwrapping the brown paper. As he did, the conversation continued.
"Oh yeah? Are you specializing in any kind of art or is this just a generalized kind of degree?" Curiousity and interest tinted his words. "I've no degrees myself, though I've always pondered taking classes here. Never really had anything like the schools here back where I come from."
There was a crooked grin and a snort of amusement with his bum-shaking antics. "Costuming, actually." True blues were occupied with folding a napkin into some nifty kinda shape. Sami wasn't really a wiz at origami, but that had never stopped her from trying. Dangling earrings of polished silver swayed and tapped against her neck as she tried to sit upright a bit more to better keep an eye on Coreo if he happened to wander back into view at any point in time.
"The schools around here aren't great, but they don't suck too bad either. And its cheap as hell to go here."
"Costuming? That's cool. I've got a few costumes stored away myself." Cor wasn't really thinking of plays or acting when he said that, though. And now, with the paper fully unwrapped a small box was left uncovered that had runes covering the various sides. This was not the peculiar part. The peculiar part was that they were glowing. All in all, not what you'd expect to find from your local spice merchant. But Cor couldn't read the runes, and so took it on faith that there wasn't anything wrong with them. He undid the simple lock on the front and lifted the lid. Immediately a pungent and slightly sweet smell filled the room.
"The person I bought these from said they'd allow me to see things from a new perspective. Personally, he was rather old, bald, and could barely see. I'm not sure he even knew he was talking to me."
" ... was he standing in a vat of radioactive goo?" The scent wasn't entirely off-putting and she was definitely going to try them regardless because at this point it was like a challenge. Sami was one of those people who found a cannister full of moldy year-old clam chowder and went around trying to wave it in anyone's face for a 'sniff'. Currently she was actually pulling a leg up beneath her in the chair with palms flat against the tabletop to give her better height.
"You know, it doesn't matter. Old people know all kinds of shit that we don't, right?"