a u d i o / a c t i o n (the blue light) | back-dated to mid-afternoon.

[oshutup]

[ There's a pause, a few footsteps that tread lighter than usual despite it being the full moon because someone's apprehensive about today's curse. ]

Lucy, Susan, I think it would be best if you stayed at home today.

All day.

Or if you've already left, then to go back.

[ He sighs, knowing full well how effective that's likely to be but he

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[lionesssejant]

Go back? Peter, don't be ridiculous.

[oshutup]

It's not as ridiculous as you think.

[ No it probably is... ]

[lionesssejant]

I am perfectly capable of looking after myself.

[ifyoucanholdon]

I'm sure that you are but I'm more concerned with how other people will be handling themselves around you.

[adamantined]

Maybe you should stay home today. Or go back.

[She's not at work tonight, thankfully.]

[oshutup]

They're my sisters. It's different!

[ No, seriously. ]

[adamantined]

Okay, I understand that, but why can't you all just stay inside and... I don't know. Play a rousing game of Yahtzee?

[oshutup]

I'd rather not leave the Blue Light unattended managerially if I can help it. Besides, if one is...discreet, it seems...avoidable. So far.

[asbraveas]

Well, I'm afraid it's all much too late for that.

[oshutup]

It's never too late - it's only the afternoon, Lu.

[asbraveas]

I mean what you fear to happen already has.

[oshutup]

With who or was it a stranger? No, never mind.

All the more reason to go home, avoid a repeat incident.

[7thborn]

[She's at work, though she'd much rather be keeping an eye on her brother. Then again, with how today is ... ]

Playing the protective older brother card, aren't you?

<33333 his gift was perfect

[oshutup]

It's my favorite card to play.

Er. Well, my oldest.

[ He says this, voice raised slightly to compensate for the distance between them - safe really - and he thinks to thank her for his gift but decides to wait when they can carry on conversation like normal people not in danger of strange compulsions to kiss. ]

<3333 eee good!

[7thborn]

[They will have a cursed makeout someday. The odds of surviving this long without it are impossible. But this isn't what Ginny's thinking as she looks up from the bar and across the room and grins at him.]

I'm sure Fred'll try the same thing on me before long. But you know how younger sisters are. Have yours listened to you at all?

<33333333333333

[ifyoucanholdon]

I do know. That's precisely why I've put it across the network.

[ He pauses, frowns. ]

Of course I listen to them. Lucy and I've come to something of a compromise, I suppose.

But as your brother, Fred's got every right.

[ Another pause. ]

How is he settling in, by the way?

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[forthathorizon]

There. It's complete.

[Incoming poacher, he's got a list in his hand.]

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[ifyoucanholdon]

Excellent. [ Peter says, leaning up off the desk where he'd been sitting on the edge, walking forward to take the list...

...which he sets down on said desk behind him and then busies his hands with something more interesting. The mechanics are well engrained at this point, the concerted dip one performs with a lady in a dance - some courtly and others, uh, less so. In this case it's more about the victory though as the blond dips the brunette and kisses him.

It's short-lived really, because it's curse-compelled and Peter knows it even as he's doing it, but for all its brevity there's warm familiarity there - a sharp distinction made easily by people who have kissed before, as opposed to those who are strangers (as this curse mostly seems to be affecting.)

Slightly miffed, Peter almost drops the Telmarine. Almost, not quite. He's a gentleman. Sort of.

Letting go, he sighs, brow raising. ]

Well. That's out of the way.

[ If given over to kissing, he'd rather do it minus the curse, however harmless, and dipping Caspian isn't

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[forthathorizon]

. . . . . . . . .

[There's a word for this, a word most Narnians don't know until they meet the Sons of Adam and the Daughters of Eve from Earth. The word is wow and by jove is the Telmarine wowed. Blink blink--HEY! He flails his arms to keep from being dropped them smooths his own clothes over and over when they're separated.]

Pardon? A chore for a chore?

[Yes, he's insinuating to Peter such a gesture is a chore but a chore completed only because Caspian's wine inventory list is without flaw.]

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[ifyoucanholdon]

[ Wowed would amuse Peter. Possibly. For the moment, not being the telepathic sort, he just turns his head in Caspian's direction, tilting it slightly. ]

How was that a chore?

[ Walking behind the desk, he opens a drawer, and slips the inventory list into a folder for later reference. Considering how he's escaped everyone else today, it makes sense that he'd be caught out at some point. The fact that it was Caspian is just...convenient, he supposes. ]