let's get deep

[champions]

FORM: crystal
SENDER: Marisol Candelas Ximena Odalys Esmeralda Hierro Asturias de la Nieve Vivas
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: a question
WHEN: whenev
WHERE: Kirkwall (Hightown, probably)
NOTES: don't hate her because she's beautiful

You know, I feel it has been too long since I have had a chance to speak with many of you. That is the way when we are all working so much, no? The coming and going makes it so easy to work with people and never truly know them.

( Imagine her, if you will, reclined on a fainting couch, a glass of port lightly held in one hand, a cigarillo balanced between the fingers of the other, and wearing something appropriately luxurious. )

So, I am wondering, what does responsibility mean to you? More what you consider your responsibilities, than the offerings of a dictionary. Understanding one another is key, I hear.

Comments

[champions]

( With a quiet laugh, Marisol holds her hand out towards the glass. A blue light glows in her palm, and the sides of the glass grow taller as ice climbs the sides of it and reach above. A simple little thing, but enough to let him sip down the wine without being in too much peril.

Unless he leaves it to melt, in which case he's on his own. )

I would also call it "funny," but because it's you, I will concede your point and offer my sincerest apologies.

[exsecutus]

[Like fuck he's going to leave it to melt, not when he could sit up and rescue his full glass. "Rescue" here, of course, means "consume", and Nikos doesn't so much as blink at the sudden ice. Ice, with Marisol, is nothing. Very convenient when you're drinking something that requires ice, which in honesty, this wine does not. But who is he to complain.]

Your apology will half-ruin the wine. This wasn't meant to be chilled.

[Who is he to complain? Nikos, that's who. In this case, because it's Marisol, he's teasing. Despite his protest, and before she remove the extension and spill wine all over him, he sits up and takes a quick sip.]

Is this insufferable tit really so amusing to you, that you're willing to suffer his singing?

[champions]

( And she gently flicks his ear. Brat. )

Few people are so amusing, but sometimes letting people believe they are can be very useful.

( A little tilt of her head. )

Is he truly so insufferable that you'd be upset if I keep his company?

[exsecutus]

[Pleased, Nikos rewards himself with another sip of wine, and only wrinkles his nose a little when his ear is flicked. Bitch.]

How long are you keeping it?

[champions]

As long, ( she hums, musing, ) as he is useful.

[exsecutus]

[Ugh.]

How undefined. Uninvite me for the duration of that usefulness. I won't be able to take it.