| Title: What're we talking about? Better, yet, WHO ARE YOU?! Time: Sunday, March 28, 2004 The Thespians: Event Lienuvel, and Pascal Curio Location: Denver - Jenks Circle and Denver - Absynthe |
| +---[ Denver - Jenks Circle ]------------------------------------------------+ | | | Red flagstones pave the circle, which surrounds a small central area | | composed of bushes, a well-lain garden, and a small oak tree. This area | | appears well used, shops on either side radiating colors, noise, and in | | general a business-like appearance. A white, single story building rises | | up off to one side, with large golden letters labeling it as the National | | Transportation System (NTS) Bus Station. Roads branch off in other | | directions, with foliage planted wherever possible in the spaces between | | to give it a more welcoming atmosphere. | | | +----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |
| Lugging a grocery bag in each hand, Event Lienuvel, the walking magical accident (or may as well be to some) is walking towards home. Yes, walking. Why no broom? Because he *felt* like, that's why! And he was too tired to try and steer the thing today. So yeah. There. |
| This situation was so bizarre. Elijah's body is so much taller than Pascal Curio's, and it took a while to get used to it. Actually, it's still taking some getting used to. The tall six-foot frame of Elijah Cruise is slouched over, obviously an attempt of the mind to keep small. His green eyes dart about the area rather nervously, and upon seeing Event, his body slouches even more. Pascal doesn't know who that is, and so he just continues to walk, while his hands reach in his pockets for his ID, though he ends up pulling out a pack of cigarettes. A disgusted look comes to the boy's face and Pascal just about throws up in mind. |
| Blink. Stop. Stare. Event sucks in a deep breath and looks down momentarily. Oh boy.. Elijah. His eyes spot the cigarettes and he purses his lips, sighing internally. "Still smoking, eh, Elijah? Ah well, so it goes, I guess." Is he still angry at him? With Elijah, one can never be sure. "Come back for the Absynthe again, huh?" asks Event casually, strolling over a bit. No point in making a deal over what happened last time unless Elijah does. Who knows how the boy will react if he brings it up. |
| Oh my god. Someone's talking to him. Pascal stiffens, and his whole form straightens from its current hunched over position. Slowly he turns around to see the other male, shorter than he is of course. 'Who is that?' Wheels are working very /very/ quickly in Pascal's head, and all he can come up with is a curt, "I'm trying to quit." A sardonic grin as he realizes that phrase has probably been said one too many times. He jerks his head towards the direction of the Absynthe. "Just thought I'd pop in there, grab a drink, you know." A shrug and he runs his hand through his hair, having seen Elijah do that one too many times. |
| A slight smile quirks on his lips. "Right. Of course. Still, huh?" Event chuckles lightly. A glance back over his shoulder towards the bar and he raises an eyebrow at Elijah. "Grab a drink, eh? Right.." Nevermind that Elijah is far from old enough to drink. He leans against the wall of a building and cocks his head, studying the other boy for a moment. Finally, "Mind some company? I don't quite feel like cooking tonight and God knows their food is good." Grin. "You'd have to sit at a table with me, though. I don't drink so I won't be sitting at the bar." |
| So, all the while Event's been talking, Pascal's been nervously flitting his eyes (at least they were somewhat the same shade as the real Pascal's) all over Event's form, trying to see if there was any way that he'd be able to find out who this person was. No luck, and he looks back at the other man's face. The tension was a bit weird, but he couldn't place it, and so he shrugs yet again. "Sure, company would be cool." He'd still never get used to the voice coming out of his own mouth, and he hunches back over again. At least he could manipulate this body to get somewhere near the old height. |
| Event Lienuvel is pleased with Elijah's agreement and smiles. ..He is also slightly surprised. Elijah's being surprisingly.. calm. Friendly, even. He hasn't seen this from Elijah in a while and it's a nice change. It was thought that this side of the other boy would never see the light of day again where Event was concerned. As for the glances over his form.. well, he's been getting a lot of those in recent weeks and lets it slide. Elijah used to have a crush on him, after all (*before*, that is) and might not be used to the whole 'male' thing yet. "Great," he tilts his head back to the bar and turns around. "C'mon then. You can tell me what's up at school and if there's been anything interesting going on there." |
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+---[ Denver - Absynthe ]----------------------------------------------------+ | | | The atmosphere is dark and fog originates from around the large black | | marble dance floor off to the left. Music from both wizarding and a few | | popular muggle bands pound, so that one might feel the bass in their | | chest. The walls are painted black, however it is as though the universe | | had been cut into their surface, as green light flickers through tiny | | holes of various sizes that mimic planets and stars. To the right is the | | elevated bar which appears to contain just about any kind of alcohol one | | could desire, and even though the club hasn't been around for long it is | | known amongst a certain crowd that if you would want something stronger.. | | that isn't exactly legal, all you need do is ask.. though everything comes | | with it's price. Black stools padded with emerald satin cushions are | | seated before the counter, and if that does not fit your style there are | | tables and chairs lining the edge. Yet if you want even more privacy there | | are a few indented cubbies that have emerald satin curtains wrapped to | | either side of their entrance that are free to draw if one wishes. Inside | | the nooks are no chairs, but instead the interior is cushioned with lavish | | pillows, and in the center a small round table for one to set their glass, | | or anything else. Indeed there is nothing to be complained of within this | | club, it's drinks, food, and seating are all of the highest quality, of | | course it would cost you a pretty penny to enjoy it all completely. | | | +----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |
| If Pascal knew that Elijah used to have a crush on Event he'd probably grow bright red in his form, realizing what he'd just done. Walking into the Absynthe, Pascal just instinctively ducks even though his head is really not that close to hitting the top of the door. This stupid body was so damn tall. His eyes, once more, flit nervously about the area, because if he meets anyone else who 'knows' him, he's just going to have to leave. He's so nervous that he doesn't really have time to enjoy the freedom that he probably won't feel after the month is up. He turns to look at Event and rather curtly says, "So, to a table?" He slowly strides over to one, and just gestures awkwardly, still having no idea who that is. |
| Event Lienuvel eyes Elijah curiously. What's wrong with this kid? You'd think he wasn't comfortable in his own body.... Which, to be fair, Event could completely relate to, but.. Well, Elijah has no reason not to be. At the curt tone, the young man sucks in quiet breathe and nods. Maybe he is still mad.. "You bet.," he smiles. "Good spot, too. I like semi-light in this place, away from the bar. Too much smoke for me personally over there, although you might not have minded it," he shrugs casually. Setting the bags under the table, he sits down. Raising his face to Elijah, he gestures to the chair across from him. "Well, sit down. You don't exactly have to play gentleman, you know, and wait for me to sit down first anymore, you know." Grin. "I kinda fixed that." |
| "Fixed... that?" Oops, did Pascal just say his thought out loud? He did, and once again he runs his fingers through his hair, mentally screaming at his own idiocy. He frowns, clears his throat, and sits down in the chair across from Event, chewing rather furiously on his lower lip. "So," his voice is still rather curt, and Pascal still really hasn't adjusted to the whole 'What Would Elijah Do' situation, having barely seen his counterpart in his whole ordeal since the little accident. "You sure you don't want a drink?" He's trying to make the tone of his voice a little lighter, though frustrations are slowly setting in since the identity of the person across from Pascal is still unknown. |
| Event Lienuvel raises an eyebrow. "Mm, yeah. That's what I said, isn't it?" He grins and gestures to himself, a bit of self-mocking humor in his smile. "Well, I wouldn't know what else to call it, would you? Nevermind," he shakes his head. "Bad joke, I guess." Wow, Elijah is just.. really out of it today. He's asking *Event* if he wants a *drink*? "Ah, no thanks. I don't drink." His voice lowers as he reaches for a menu at the middle of the table, "I'm not exactly old either, remember?" He flashes a wry grin and sits back. "So what's up? Anything new that I haven't heard? Which, considering, would probably be a lot. God knows most of my friends don't quite make it out to Denver." |
| Uh, what to say? Thank god Event didn't pick up on that stupid little blunder, or maybe he did and just didn't say anything. Pascal forces a smile onto his face as Event makes the comment about the bad joke, he also reaches for a menu as well. Perhaps drinking wouldn't be so wise today. People tend to say things they shouldn't say when they're under the influence. "Not exactly old," Pascal stutters, and then smiles again. "Right." A pause as thoughts formulate in his head. "Well, not much has been going on at school, really." What a big /fat/ lie. "Still hanging out with the same people, doing the same thing. Not as boring though?" That part was somewhat the truth, but would Elijah say that? |
| Damn, Elijah's just smiling about everything today, isn't he? Event hasn't seen him smile this much since that time the boy brought him flowers at work... Oh, and wasn't that an experience? Weird. He shakes his head at the memory. Noting the menu, Event asks, "No drink today?" Maybe he's eating, too. With Elijah's answer, a sigh almost escapes. Same people, huh? Yay.. That means that.. uh.. girl... whatever her name is. The girl who does hexes. Crossing his legs loosely (more out of habit than anything else), he leans on the table. "Well... I guess that's good, hmm?" Smile.. smile.. Not quite a comfortable smile but.. what can you do? "That it's more interesting? Very good.." Nod, nod.. Right. "Wish I could say the same." Grin. "But work is still work so not much has changed for me, heh." |
| So when the month is over, Elijah is going to have to smile more. Pascal thinks it actually becomes his face; his face /wants/ to smile. "Oh, maybe a drink later," he says flatly, trying to look rather interested in the menu. "Recommend anything to eat?" He says distractedly. His attention perks up though when Event responds. "Yeah, it's pretty good." A pause, as Pascal thinks of whether or not to tell Event about that Billy boy. He tilts his head to the side and decides to save that for later. "Not perfect, but what can you do?" The topic shifts to work, and Pascal seems rather eager on the subject, his voice raising from its flat state to a slightly more light one. "How is work though? Anything good?" He doesn't even know what Event does, for crying out loud. |
| "Ahh.. I suppose their chicken cordon bleu is good. I'll be getting that myself, I think." Hmm.. Yeah, why not.. That sounds good. Nod. Hm? Event raises his head. "Ah. Not much. It's alright. I mean, you can only look up *so* much in a day, you know? It gets to the point where sometimes I have to spend my hours at home researching, too. But it's worth it once I actually get to help my co-workers actually put the spell together, even when it doesn't work. We still learn a lot from the failures, after all," he smiles. "So it's not so bad. I still get.. you know, looks and stuff.. 'cause of my accident, but that's how it goes. It's still good overall." Grin. What a fat lie of his own, now.. He's absolutely getting tired of the looks, glances, and headshakes. But, as he himself just said, that is how it goes. |
| Chicken cordon bleu... right. Pascal doesn't eat like that, and while he's in this body, Elijah's not going to eat like that either. "Hmm, maybe just a burger and fries or something then," he says, completely disregarding Event's recommendation. Why did he ask for it again? The menu is set down and Pascal drums his fingers on the table and just nods. All this information from Event still doesn't give any better indication of who he is or what he does. And accident? "What accident?" Pause. 'Shit' is muttered under Pascal's breath, and he really needs to stop speaking his thoughts. So, another smile is plastered to his face, and here's hoping Event takes that little comment as 'Elijah' being facetious. |
| "Okay," shrugs Event. "That's probably good, too. I hear a lot of people like their burgers." Wait. Blink. He looks up from the menu. Seeing the smile, however, he raises an eyebrow. Right. Elijah knows damn well what accident. "Uh-huh. You know. The accident? You seemed shocked enough when I visited you in the infirmary. How you could possibly forget now is beyond me," he snickers. Actually, Event would rather not discuss it.. At least not in a public place like this. It was in the papers after all and what if someone from work hears him talking about it and turns around? ...Yes, Event is getting paranoid is his old age. So what? A waiter finally makes his way over and asks for their orders. "Chicken cordon bleu and water." |
| Accident. Elijah told Pascal about that, so he's still on track there. Infirmary. Right. "Of course, accident," A wavering smile and he orders. What did young people drink nowadays anyway? "Burger and fries with a..." drink, drink, drink, "A beer will be fine for now thanks." What kind? Who cares. "Any beer," he adds quickly. He looks back at Event with a rather rueful expression. "Well. That was classy." A shrug and he continues to look at Event, his brows furrowing as Pascal continues to rack his mind. Too bad he couldn't have gotten Elijah's brain while they were at it. "I didn't forget." LIES! |
| Right. Accident. ..Although actually, Pascal is probably thinking of a different accident *entirely*. Event chuckles wryly. "Mmhm. Classy as they come." Grin. "Ah, good to hear it. I'd hate to think that feast had more of an impact on your health than it already did." Hm.. now what to talk about? Um.. hm... uh.. "So.. Uh.. still talking to the same people, you said? That's good... You're getting along with them all? You've noted having problems with a lot of people at Scattergood in the past." Internally, Event wonders if he's pushing it too far... |
| What're we talking about? Better yet, WHO ARE YOU?! (Part 2) |
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