(So this is a bit of an odd message that Lucretia has been trying to figure out how to word for a good ten minutes or so. How exactly do you broach the subject of having won somebody's time in an auction? And that you're going to use that time to kind of ask them out to lunch or something?? It's not like Bill doesn't know this is the case, either, and that only makes it all the more nerve-wracking.
Lucretia knows she is, as usual, overthinking the situation. Eventually, she forces herself to just give Bill a call like a normal fucking person would because though she'd love to hide behind a text message, it feels far too clinical given the circumstances.
How do Taako and Lup do things like this. She frowns and taps her fingers restlessly as the call connects.)
[ It isn't obvious, actually. With the magic of the masks, Bill still has no idea who the woman who won her at auction is, only that they danced together. ]
(Hmm, this could get complicated. Lucretia's too pleased by Bill's answer to even think of this, unfortunately.)
Oh– okay! There's this lovely place by the market-side and... I thought maybe we could go walk by the river, if you haven't been there yet. It's very beautiful.
(At the mention of the crowd, though, Lucretia is just reminded that what she really wants right now is to be home, despite the fun she's having talking to Bill.)
Hey, um. I think I'm going to take off. But I'll see you around?
wait, really? because I definitely had a dream about you when you were younger. you'd invented this brilliant machine, and then your brother was a right prat and destroyed it.
what sort of dream did you have about me?
[ She's assuming it was as benign as the one she had. ]
[ Because the slightly sad fact is that wasn't enough information for him to pinpoint the exact instance. Dante had destroyed the stuff he'd made a few times. Sometimes intentionally, sometimes accidentally, sometimes "accidentally". ]
it wasn't a very good one. i also don't think these are just dreams the coincidence is too much like why would you dream about my brother being a dick when you've never met him and i've never talked about him to you? i think you might've... seen something real. so i think maybe what i saw was real too.
it was like a smartphone, sort of. it could take pictures and play music and make phone calls.
ok but what did you see? something bad?
[ There are couple "not very good" things she can think of. The monks, being in space with no air, her time as a cyberman. But then if it was that, how would Cisco have known it was her? ]
[ He is too preoccupied with thinking how he is going to tell Bill about what he'd seen to worry too much about her seeing that. Cisco's pretty sure he'd cried when Dante did that, but he'd been a little kid, and of all people Bill doesn't seem like the kind of person who would tease him for it. ]
the doctor was talking to this blue man group looking motherfucker and you were just standing there and he shot you with some kinda laser gun.
[ Had shot a giant, horrible hole right through her that is honestly going to be a mental image that Cisco's not getting rid of any time soon, but he feels like Bill doesn't need to hear that. ]
[ When she gets that text, as soon as Cisco says "blue man group," she knows what he's going to say. That was so long ago. Years ago. Before the years she spent with Mr. Razor-- the Master-- waiting for the Doctor to come to the bottom of the ship. And Cisco saw it. She remembers the hole in her chest, singed at the edges. She remembers falling into blackness.
[[ooc: The IPRE are throwing a dinner party at Casa Del Taaco! There will be a mingle going up November 18, which characters will know by the enchanted countdown on the invite (once it hits zero, illusory glitter will burst from the invite and Taako's voice will tell them that they're running late). The theme is speakeasy but characters are free to be relatively loose with it, just have fun! If your character would want to bring a plus one, please let their player know (you can let me know too if you’d like) so they can join in on the mingle when it goes up.
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Lucretia knows she is, as usual, overthinking the situation. Eventually, she forces herself to just give Bill a call like a normal fucking person would because though she'd love to hide behind a text message, it feels far too clinical given the circumstances.
How do Taako and Lup do things like this. She frowns and taps her fingers restlessly as the call connects.)
Hi, Bill? It's uh– it's Lucretia.
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Hi, Lucretia. What's up?
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Not much. I was calling to ask if you'd maybe like to go out to lunch with me? (She doesn't mention the auction directly, figuring it's obvious.)
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Oh! Like, a date? I'd love to!
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Oh– okay! There's this lovely place by the market-side and... I thought maybe we could go walk by the river, if you haven't been there yet. It's very beautiful.
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[ As far as Bill's concerned, it's just a date with a pretty woman. And when the Reveal comes, it'll just be two dates wrapped up in one. ]
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(Oh nice, like a big combo breaker date.)
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Carnivale overflow - 7/4/17
[ Bill exhales a short laugh. ]
I can imagine. It's hard enough with just the Doctor and Nardole around, being all alien.
ty! ♡
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Well, I'm an alien too, in a way, so you can add me to the list.
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[ She laughs. This place is mad. ]
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It sounds bizarre when you put it that way. To me, you're a human alien too.
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(At the mention of the crowd, though, Lucretia is just reminded that what she really wants right now is to be home, despite the fun she's having talking to Bill.)
Hey, um. I think I'm going to take off. But I'll see you around?
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do you have an older brother?
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yeah, his name's dante.
did you have a dream about me because i had a dream about you and it super did not feel like a regular one
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what sort of dream did you have about me?
[ She's assuming it was as benign as the one she had. ]
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what was it?
[ Because the slightly sad fact is that wasn't enough information for him to pinpoint the exact instance. Dante had destroyed the stuff he'd made a few times. Sometimes intentionally, sometimes accidentally, sometimes "accidentally". ]
it wasn't a very good one.
i also don't think these are just dreams
the coincidence is too much like why would you dream about my brother being a dick when you've never met him and i've never talked about him to you?
i think you might've... seen something real. so i think maybe what i saw was real too.
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ok but what did you see? something bad?
[ There are couple "not very good" things she can think of. The monks, being in space with no air, her time as a cyberman. But then if it was that, how would Cisco have known it was her? ]
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[ He is too preoccupied with thinking how he is going to tell Bill about what he'd seen to worry too much about her seeing that. Cisco's pretty sure he'd cried when Dante did that, but he'd been a little kid, and of all people Bill doesn't seem like the kind of person who would tease him for it. ]
the doctor was talking to this blue man group looking motherfucker
and you were just standing there
and he shot you with some kinda laser gun.
[ Had shot a giant, horrible hole right through her that is honestly going to be a mental image that Cisco's not getting rid of any time soon, but he feels like Bill doesn't need to hear that. ]
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It still hurts. ]
oh. that.
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I got better.
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a delivery!
[[ooc: The IPRE are throwing a dinner party at Casa Del Taaco! There will be a mingle going up November 18, which characters will know by the enchanted countdown on the invite (once it hits zero, illusory glitter will burst from the invite and Taako's voice will tell them that they're running late). The theme is speakeasy but characters are free to be relatively loose with it, just have fun! If your character would want to bring a plus one, please let their player know (you can let me know too if you’d like) so they can join in on the mingle when it goes up.
If you have any questions feel free to hit me up!]]