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[In honor of the Earth holiday centering on love, Freya sends out a little gift around this time.
A small box containing a piece of chocolate will appear on your pillow during the day. When consumed, the chocolate’s magic will lift your mood for a short period of time. It’s accompanied by a note.]
Where love might bring about sorrow, it also welcomes joy.
[ In honour of the god centering on love being a giant frilly prissypants, Loki sends his own little gift just a few hours after hers.
His box of chocolate will look, smell, and taste exactly like Freya's did, appearing right next to where Freya's was or is if you haven't picked it up yet. The only difference between the two is that Loki's won't lift your mood; it'll give you loud and embarrassing flatulence for the next three hours.
It's also accompanied by a note. ]
Where joy might bring about yearning, it also welcomes wonder.
I'M SORRY i got really fucking distracted. i hope you'll still play with me, i'll beg if you like.
[ this text is unrelated but nothungry and i might be needing your services soon also, because jim's just asked sherlock if he'd like irene to join next time and he just about came in his pants, i feel. ]
Hello, lovely. It's been awhile.
I know you're dead, but I think you'll find yourself smug to know you've been on my ~mind. Would you know I have a favorite employee? I never mentioned him to you, but I'm mentioning him now, because I think he needs a good... breaking in.
As always: you know I pay well, you know I love it when you have blackmail on me, and you know I know people well. I'd only pick the interesting ones for you, dear.
Not to mention, he's quite pretty. I'd like a photo of him with the tip of a riding crop slithering along his quivering adam's apple, but I've always been a picky thing. As you know. We aren't lovers, but that isn't going to stop me from enjoying myself. And he's very, shall we say... macho? Gruff. So very manly. He has a big brick wall. I want to watch you tear it down. And maybe I'm missing the way you tore down mine; who knows.
Either way, I hope you're well. I'm not the type to pretend someone who's made an impression doesn't exist.
[ oh god yes, whenever you need me, let me know. ]
Cheers.
If you know enough to have this address, you know where to send your .. 'favorite employee', though I don't envy his position at the moment. I'll be sure to film, of course; the usual fee will be required, unless I find I like him - I did rather like you.
Now, dear. If you weren't lovers, why mention it? Tch, tch. You ought to know better by now. Please, feel free to drop in; I am inviting you. Or stay away, if it suits you better.
[It takes almost a month to decide if it's worth it to explore. Honestly, Equius put their conversation largely out of his mind quickly enough, but some of his attempts to understand human romance from Fuuka hadn't helped him one bit, and so he finally decided to attempt this sort of thing in a way he understood better.
And then it had taken time to find who she was, where she was... but finally, on the morning of this day, she would find a pawn on top of a small note, sealed with blue wax. inside was written in blue text]
I wish to test your merits human Meet me at the library The tables before the historical studies Noon I command it
[He had a feeling that commanding her to do anything would net a reaction.]
( oh, how fascinating. she hadn't considered that he might rise to the occasion, that he might choose to challenge her. and it'd been so long since someone had attempt to challenge her; it almost made her want to take him up on it, as she turned his pawn over and over in her hand. the note is in her other hand, half open, and she's staring out the window, contemplating.
it's the last line that seals it. i command it. it'd been ever so long since anyone had tried to command her. she'd like to see him try.
so, at noon, here she is; it was easy enough to find the table and she's leaning against it, legs crossed, when he approaches. )
You command, do you? Funny, I hadn't taken you for the type to do so.
In my species, I am considered of the nobility of land dwellers. It is expected that most species will be recipients of my orders. Old habits expire with considerable difficulty.
[He gave her a nod as he settled down on the other side of the table. When he did so, he set the chess board down in front of him. Equius had been practicing this game in private for several months, and managed to determine the basic permutations of its rules. Applying good tactics to it was much easier now.]
Besides, I assumed it would get your attention much more effectively than simply asking.
Is that so? ( she does, at the very least, look mildly impressed as she takes a seat opposite him and places the pawn he sent her on the board. she'd kept it with her, just in case. ) But I'm not of your species. I don't have to follow your orders.
( except she's here nonetheless. the gap in logic doesn't escape her, but she leaves it. )
Asking nicely would have worked just as well, I expect.
[He laughed very softly. One hand offered her the rest of the pieces that belonged to her side and began to set his own up. He had offered her the white pieces, wanting to see how she opened the game as much as he was more interested in following for the first game.
No, she didn't need to follow his orders, but as she noticed there she was, and that snaggled grin said he was aware of this fact.]
I'm curious how you react to different stimuli, human. Perhaps I wanted to see if you would show or not...
Perhaps I wanted to see the expression on your face.
( her noise is non committal as she sets up the rest of the pieces nimbly, noting that she'd been given white and the significance. he wanted her to make the first move. odd considering he had been the one to summon her here. or perhaps not, he was clearly trying to take her measure. her first move might tell him more about her than the fact that she showed up and responded to his taunts. )
And what do you think of it, then? ( the expression on her face. fairly serene, as usual. ) After you went to all that trouble, you must have some impressions.
[Were Equius a more clever and erudite tactician, the entire goal of this whole exchange might have been to test her through watching her thought process, observe the various reactions she had to his barbs and nudges and even get a feel for if she could manage to decipher some sort of intentional pattern in his behavior.
As it was, no he was pretty much just using this as a cheap way to gauge her first move and what the first three said about her tactical style against an unknown.]
Claim the first piece, human and perhaps I will express my thoughts on your own visage. I think giving away anything without cost in this exchange would feel... inappropriate.
[Besides, he was trying to remember why humans called this a 'poker face.']
[Good Lord, there's a lot of voices in his head today. It's normally loud enough in here when he only has his own to contend with.
Both of the dreams he experienced were profoundly disturbing -- for their own distinct reasons, but also for both being markedly not his, not any recognizable part of his mental landscape. He's never given enough thought to dreams to know that they have a particular personal atmosphere, but when something very much not yours is thrown in your face...
Hers, at least, is easy to discern. A long stretch of waiting and watching the network while trying to focus above the whispers has gotten him nowhere in deducing whether she would have seen something out of his head in turn. Nothing for it but to reach out.
By text, naturally. And he won't be mentioning the dream right away.]
( as it happens, she saw nothing, so his contact is surprising at the least and worrying at most. she'd been pointedly ignoring him, and vice versa; or so she had assumed. the fact that he suddenly found reason to speak to her is .. interesting .. particularly because she could not understand why he would choose to address her now of all times.
that and she is nursing a rather spectacular headache from hitting her head rather hard on the table as she fainted, so she would really rather not be bothered. (bad timing, he always has it). )
( it takes a moment for her to understand his implication, but once it dawns on her .. she's hardly surprised. no matter how thorough a job she did cleaning out john's flat, there would always traces left behind that she couldn't remove, that he would pick up on. she hadn't been doing anything wrong. quite the contrary; though it wasn't for her to tell. )
I'll save you the work. I was there, at least once.
( there isn't any shame in admitting that. it was to be expected, right? that she would see john? )
In this place, too often. Did you see something that frightened you, Mr. Holmes?
( it hasn't yet dawned on her that because he saw john's dream, he may have seen hers. )
( it was cheap, but she'd been known to fall for cheap tricks sometimes. she would have to be on her guard with this one; luckily that was a given. she wouldn't dream of letting down her guard at a time like this. )
Are you testing me?
( her tone is mild as she gently pushes out her queenside pawn two spaces, her opening move. )
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