{ scene } we all enjoy the madness cause we know we're gonna fade away

Sep 15, 2009 02:31


Box seats for Don Carlo at the Royal Opera House do not require all that much effort for James - by which the narration naturally means the procuring of these tickets somewhat at the last minute was promptly delegated to someone else and it's just better not to investigate that matter deeply. Arrivals for the six o'clock performance - besides ( Read more... )

{ scene: pelagia

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mareprocellarum September 14 2009, 15:32:47 UTC

Pelagia is somewhat amused by the older man's attentions - never offended, and aware that it's mostly to entertain himself that he bothers. She loves flattery, anyway. Opera, incidentally, is a hugely popular attraction for the Mer, whose silvery voices are even lovelier under the water, and the inhuman-in-disguise woman accompanying James is rather pleased to be here.

"You do have the ability to always find the best places to sit," she observes. She's dressed to kill, which is probably as much James' doing as her own, but she seems wholly comfortable.

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inthewaywedie September 14 2009, 15:38:34 UTC

"Would I ever settle for anything less?" Please don't take that to a scary psychological place, either of you. James smiles at her, quick and sharp. (For his own part, he rarely passes up the opportunity to wear a tuxedo, or the opportunity to ruin one. His or someone else's.)

They have a short while before the performance begins, while the audience settles itself, and he scans the crowd mostly out of habit.

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mareprocellarum September 14 2009, 16:09:00 UTC

"I certainly hope not. One of your redeeming traits is that you do know how to treat a woman--when it suits you." It's said so fondly, despite...the actual words. She watches him watching the crowd.

"Do you see anything interesting?"

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inthewaywedie September 14 2009, 16:19:03 UTC

"Mmmn, our Navy friend doesn't agree with you." Not that Pullings pushed the subject, but James is familiar enough with the delicate dance of how much you can get away with saying to a superior enough to have a good guess at what went unsaid and why. He draws his gaze away from the opera-goers at her question, smiling lazily.

"Now I do."

(He can be charming, when he sets his mind to it. That said, he probably has seen something.)

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