[Open Moons Mingle Log]

[serpentis]

Who: Anyone and Everyone!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Abeo, Accendo, Adsum
When: 2/3-2/7

[WELCOME TO THE MOONS ENJOY YOUR STAY DON'T GET ARRESTED.]

Comments

[parricida]

Well, then.

[They draw up to an opium den-- a rather fancy looking place, actually, with stained glass windows and an ornate door. He pulls away to open said door, bowing her through.]

I shall do my best to help you remedy that.

[heresyandlace]

[she dips her head in thanks before strolling through the doorway, gazing around at the place.]

I must admit... I don't know if I've ever actually been to an establishment like this.

[because what use does a creature immune to intoxicants and poisons have for drugs?]

Do you prefer this, over other things?

[parricida]

It's certainly more quiet-- bars tend to brew fights, versus dens are at least a bit more contemplative.

[He brings her over towards a quiet spot, gesturing towards a cushion.]

Now, sit, lovely.

[heresyandlace]

Ah, I do like that way of thinking.

[and oh the sight of lounging cushions is unexpectedly wonderful to see. she misses little comforts like this so very badly.

so, she sits, daintily, arranging her skirts neatly around her.]

[parricida]

[He settles next to her. Taking two spoons and a lighter, he offers one to the girl. With a little smile:]

Now, do tell me: how often do you change your form? It's truly lovely, I must admit.

[heresyandlace]

[she gives a little 'tsk' when her ruse is officially up, but she can't actually be disappointed. he has made the game far too much fun for that.

she takes the spoon, flips it around in her fingers while she considers her answer.]

Oh, you know. It all depends on the mood, I suppose, and the occasion.

...It's fun to get dressed up every once in a while.

[parricida]

It is quite lovely.

[He reaches over to fill her spoon. It's a particularly crude method, a spoon and lighter, for smoking opium, he supposes, but a pipe is far more expensive, and he hasn't infinite funds.]

Now inhale, pretty thing. You can't change those marks around your eyes, hm?

[heresyandlace]

[ah, and she smiles. only a few ever comment on the marks, and fewer still pinpoint the actual nature of them.]

Oh, you are sharp.

[and although it won't affect her in the least--as neutral as water running into more water--she obediently tucks her hair over her shoulder, and leans over to inhale.

with wine, she can at least appreciate the taste of the drink over the lack of alcoholic effect. the smell here, however, leaves something to be desired.

though, she supposes, it has been quite a long time since she's tasted poison simply for the appreciation of it. she can manage that, at least. so, she breathes in the toxins, analyzes them, mulls them over and picks the chemicals apart as they become part of her.]

[parricida]

Observation is my job, you know. Enjoying it?

[heresyandlace]

Mm. [her nod is a lazy one, nice and loose. of all the drug effects, feigning the opiate lull is the one that comes the most naturally to her. acting lethargic and pleased with the world is more or less her on a normal day anyway.]

And, is it? You've told me plenty about your home, but comparatively little about yourself.

[parricida]

Oh, and what would you like to know?

[heresyandlace]

Everything.

[a very lazy smile, and she settles back.]

But your 'job' is a good place to start.