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bakerstreet2026-05-16 06:41 pm
ohsopleasant) wrote in bakerstreet2026-05-16 06:41 pm
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proximity makes the heart grow homicidal
THEKINDASTUCKMEME
Well, at least it's not glue.
RULES:
o1. Put down your character ( name | series | any preferences).
o2. Those replying can pick / rng / ask Snape on the astral plane to choose one of the prompts below.
o3. You know what they say: birds of a feather get stuck in questionably legal situations together!
Hope you enjoy your enforced quality time, when you're both stuck -
o1 in traffic, after an atrocious argument.
o2. distracting this person, while your partner in comedy/crime organizes their surprise party, or slashes their car tyres.
o3. defending the base for the next vicious 42 min, until your cavalry to get here. Ladies, gentlemen: good luck.
o4. on a raft, idly drifting the way of the nearest deserted island, a surely cute shark in tow.
o5. in an air vent, after fruitlessly stalking this person, whom you thought to be a serial killer. They don't make friendly neighbours like they used to.
o6. trapped in a codependent relationship with your bed / pet / really domestic hobby, from which this person hopes to break you by way of
o7. in a waiting room, while you're hanging around for the results for a highly embarrassing disease test, and would really rather not run into anyone you kno - ...God damn it.
o8. trying to safely navigate through a department store, after carelessly forgetting you were out on your measly errand during Black Friday / the year's biggest one-day sale.
o9. standing guard in front of a bedroom with this nigh-stranger, so your Romeo-Juliet-like friends can finally get it on in behind closed doors, thematic noises included. Get the small talk going.
10. with your hair in one of their zippers. You pick which. Everyone else just points and laughs.
11. delivering some pretty terrible news to them.
12. with your hand in their mailbox, just as they're coming out of their house, or apartment.
13. doing the dishes, when you both forgot your wallets and can't foot the bill.
14. playing moral support for your friend, who's stuck in a magician's box, while said magician goes off to look for the key. And coffee. And dinner.
15. reading a manual on how to defuse a bomb, or a very sensitive alarm system. Tick-tock. No rush.
16. waiting for the movie reels to get changed over from an accidental porn showing, courtesy of teenagers in charge of the screening room. You're also out of popcorn.
17. under the only stone building around for miles in the middle of an acidic rain. And then you wonder whether pollution's really on the rise.
18. on the roof, after the ladder's snapped in half. Your neighbour's particularly irritable cat might also be out on the prowl.
19. in a bdsm swing. Look, no one's judging.
20. baby-sitting, pet-sitting, or car-sitting. Yes, that new Ferrari needs day and night surveillance.
21. in a lake, because this person caught you skinny-dipping and won't. Go. Away.
22. on the phone for an important interview / business conversation, while this person tries to distract you.
23. waiting to be ransomed, while in the actually quite loving care of especially incompetent criminals.
24. with your and this person's thumbs engaged in a dysfunctional Chinese finger trap.
25. under mistletoe or maybe in a closet 7 heavenly minutes style. For some magical or other contrived reason you totally can't move/leave unless you get to it.
26. waiting for them to make the Important Announcement they've been hinting at all week, while they taunt and tease you with it.
27. player choice. Whatever you wanna do, man.
mithrun / dungeon meshi
qifrey — witch hat atelier
27; with apologies to captain vinanna for any inaccurate godmoding
and for rushing this pre-dinner][ By his estimation, in the span of two clock marks, some 17 caskets of wine and 12 of mead have been gulped down and guzzled, sipped or dripped from chins, sloshed over brims and clung to soles. The present revelry yields no evidence of that pace slowing.
But, Easthies knows and knows well: Captain Vinanna would not approve of his tracking alcohol consumption this evening, at this event, the reserved halls swelling and swollen with near- and far-crossed witches invited by the Wise in Teachings to celebrate a certain rounded-number birthday of the Wise in Principles.
Beldaruit had consulted no witch before making his plans. Perhaps because he had little interest in being discouraged from jubilee; had his counsel been asked, Easthies may have cautioned if not full-discouraged. A consideration upon which he mused when first reading the invitation, not with the pretentious expectation that one of the Wise should not act without his opinion first heard, but out of his uncertainty that the subject would welcome such fanfare.
He needn't have worried. The captain may have drunk already a full casket herself and, when half-doused, she insisted that he don the party's hat. (Circumstances he may have guaranteed by dint of a pre-party exchange between Captain and Deputy Captain, the latter arguing the importance of official surveillance by the Knights Moralis, given the numbers attending, and the former with rather choice words at the prospect of any of her knights not at full leisure, closing with, Let us see the witch who would disturb the Captain's birthday bash!) Having refused half-a-dozen offers of drink at that juncture, he felt ill-positioned to refuse what then-seemed an unduly symbolic abdication of one duty (keeping order) in favor of another (honoring the wishes of the birthday celebratee).
Hence: Easthies celebrates.
Easthies intends to celebrate.
Easthies halts a rotation from the wall of de facto dance hall to the wall of actual dining hall, accepts a plate from Utowin, and when turning to source space on a bench for eating, turns right into a witch he had not expected to see. That he would be invited was no surprise — that he accepted and arrived has Easthies blinking.
What he says gives little indication of the jolt, and may for all its courtesy be lost in the din. ]
...Pardon me.
no subject
(the letterbird had been glittering with Beldaruit's florid entreaty: will be celebrating your arrival at the celebration, with an old master's heart right on his sleeve... won't I see my dear once-upon-a-time apprentice?... you never write me!
he had gently pushed the thing away, until Olruggio, kindest, had turned the letterbird over and decided to convince Qifrey to step out for the night. to let the girls have an evening running the atelier themselves. to let Beldaruit get in a good look at you, Qifrey, 'cause he's spent a season without hearing so much as a hiss from ya.)
the wine in Qifrey's hand had been Lord Beldaruit's contriving: once Qifrey had fallen into his bad habit (pick one; list them all; see them stack like stones in the pockets to sink Qifrey [soil or seabed]), impatience -- Beldaruit had insisted the glass onto him. ... anticipating, Qifrey imagines, the heady drink might sweeten his words. that he might better enjoy himself half-soused.
and Olruggio would find a begrudging accord with Lord Beldaruit in this, wouldn't he.
Olruggio who stayed on, Watchful, at the atelier to be sure the girls were kept warm.
Qifrey slips the long black ribbon between his fingers, twists it around his index finger, lets himself be tided with the soft eddy of merrymaking toward the dining hall.
he has resolved to reunite with Beldaruit to say goodnight and farewell for the next little while, no, he does not anticipate a visit to the airless crush of the Great Hall anytime soon, yes, he certainly will write if he has aught to say --
before the idle current swirling about Qifrey ruptures with a shorebreak: his wine splashes onto his boots. the flotsam of Qifrey jostles up against what feels for all the world to be a granite cliff face --
he turns his gaze up to Easthies.
and his insides descend into the sediment of the seabed.
the fingers playing with the ribbon freeze; disdain daggers a line down between his brows --
all of which halt, the seal yet open and waiting, when his eye alights on Easthies' hat.
he beholds it for a beat.
the diegetic music to their absurd ludic scene crests to crescendo -- musicians in the corner. seeming to know.
and now, it'd behoove him to speak, to say: ]
Having a nice time, I take it.
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