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[tennohno]

Who: SS Windrose crew and visitors
Broadcast: Le nope
Action: SS Windrose
When: April

[For the usage to mingle on the best ship in the fleet. Get your mingle on ladies, gents, and others!]

Comments

[passingthrough]

That's a good idea. That means you'll be there too, right? I mean I could just dance with you on the bridge, but music might help. [Really, it's already been decided. You're going too!]

[He will get a smile for his effort.] I would have hated to deprive you of getting to talk to me more by making things easy the first time. [Her code name should have been Stubborncat.]

[ecclesiophobic]

Oh, I suppose I'll have to throw together something suitable to wear. [Which considering his whims could be suitable to perform in an opera or something intended to traumatize as many people as possible. Especially considering there are people here who wouldn't expect either from a version of Nightcrawler.

Was she expecting him snort derisively? Because that's what she's getting.] More like indulging your budding voyeuristic tendencies, you perverse woman. [He's conveniently ignoring the fact that his room was next to Piotr's for ages.]

[passingthrough]

Yes, try to keep up. I'm going to have a custom gown. [It sounds so ridiculously lavish and lush to her.]

[She is hitting your arm. Do you know how many people get their arm hit when they say things to her? Just you, Kurt. Just you. Always special.] You wish. [Violentcat? Though she did enjoy watching Piotr a lot back then. Not exactly something she wants to reminisce about now.]

[ecclesiophobic]

[Oh hello there's that arched eyebrow. Haven't seen that expression in five minutes.] Custom? And whose attention have you been currying while I was otherwise occupied?

[Pulling a face at her, he rubs his arm but isn't taking the bait for other conversation. Even if she is a sadist whose name should have been Violentcat. Her propensity to hit him is being filed away for future teasing, though.]

[passingthrough]

[She looks at him as if she's considering her answer carefully before leaning back in the chair.] His name is Winn. We're going to the masquerade together. [She looks aaaaaalmost shy telling him this.]

[ecclesiophobic]

Oh are you? And this Winn is a costume maker?

[His tone is curious enough, but only lightly teasing. He needs more information on this fellow, after all. Teasing too much will only make her clam up.]

[passingthrough]

It's sort of a side thing for him, but he also made someone's battle uniform back home. Like ours. [So he knows people with powers.] He's also a technology expert. [So, yes, have a shared interest.]