|| { 88: polyphony } ||
[[ooc: dated sometime tomorrow, between 3 and 4 pm. reasons will become obvious soon. red is zelman, purple is joshua, blue is everyone else.]]
[the journal falls open to some low-key murmuring, many conversations going on at once in a bare room. A gavel bangs, and the journal catches the tail end of a loud, authoritative voice.] -to Mister Ernest Legrand, thank you, sir. Lot 479, ladies and gentlemen, a beautiful canapé from the collection of the recently deceased Leon Labossiere. Red coushining, intricate carvings of wildflowers in a polished oak frame. Tassles tailored to the edges. This one will be starting out... At one-hundred Caisos.
[joshua looks over and raises an eyebrow. zelman's thoughts?]
[sounding surprised] It's... Perfect.
-Twenty-three!
Twenty-three at one-hundred ten, thank you, do we have a one-hundred fifteen?-
[you can hear the start of the smirk at one corner of his mouth. It's harder to hear both of his eyebrows raising, but raise they do.] Really.
I want it. [after a moment of consideration] It'd fit perfectly in the den... Match the rug.
Get some matching drapes too. It would help throw off suspicion. [Joshua looks up at the couch, squinting at it...] Red in the den, huh? Never mind, then; you're full up on suspicion, anyway.
-hundred twenty-five, do we have thirty?
[smirks as well.] Think of how easy it'd be to clean.
[the journal falls open to some low-key murmuring, many conversations going on at once in a bare room. A gavel bangs, and the journal catches the tail end of a loud, authoritative voice.] -to Mister Ernest Legrand, thank you, sir. Lot 479, ladies and gentlemen, a beautiful canapé from the collection of the recently deceased Leon Labossiere. Red coushining, intricate carvings of wildflowers in a polished oak frame. Tassles tailored to the edges. This one will be starting out... At one-hundred Caisos.
[joshua looks over and raises an eyebrow. zelman's thoughts?]
[sounding surprised] It's... Perfect.
-Twenty-three!
Twenty-three at one-hundred ten, thank you, do we have a one-hundred fifteen?-
[you can hear the start of the smirk at one corner of his mouth. It's harder to hear both of his eyebrows raising, but raise they do.] Really.
I want it. [after a moment of consideration] It'd fit perfectly in the den... Match the rug.
Get some matching drapes too. It would help throw off suspicion. [Joshua looks up at the couch, squinting at it...] Red in the den, huh? Never mind, then; you're full up on suspicion, anyway.
-hundred twenty-five, do we have thirty?
[smirks as well.] Think of how easy it'd be to clean.