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originallutece) wrote2016-11-17 11:18 pm
originallutece) wrote2016-11-17 11:18 pm
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. . . all right.
[He's not going to kiss her well if he's laughing, but whatever, that's good enough reason for her tipsy mind.]
They've no horses around here, as I said. My dressmaker, Miss Everett and I, we had to go on a, a mission of sorts. That's how I got all our science equipment: I went on this mission and got all of it as a reward. But where we had to go was forty miles away, we couldn't possibly walk, and then Miss Everett suggested--
[S Q U I N T S]
They have these . . . large birds. That one might ride. Rather like an ostrich.
[She's not going to use the word chicken.]
. . . that's the only sort of animal around here, is the point of the story. The bizarre and the supernatural. Nothing ordinary.
[He's not going to kiss her well if he's laughing, but whatever, that's good enough reason for her tipsy mind.]
They've no horses around here, as I said. My dressmaker, Miss Everett and I, we had to go on a, a mission of sorts. That's how I got all our science equipment: I went on this mission and got all of it as a reward. But where we had to go was forty miles away, we couldn't possibly walk, and then Miss Everett suggested--
[S Q U I N T S]
They have these . . . large birds. That one might ride. Rather like an ostrich.
[She's not going to use the word chicken.]
. . . that's the only sort of animal around here, is the point of the story. The bizarre and the supernatural. Nothing ordinary.
I heard about that! I think I did. Someone mentioned it, something about a mirror? I heard tell of a great deal of traveling for the sake of a broken mirror, I think.
[...Wait for it.]
You mean to say the two of you rode a pair of giant birds forty miles into the wilderness?
[...Wait for it.]
...Was it all it was quacked up to be?
[FUCKING DAMMIT, ROBERT]
[...Wait for it.]
You mean to say the two of you rode a pair of giant birds forty miles into the wilderness?
[...Wait for it.]
...Was it all it was quacked up to be?
[FUCKING DAMMIT, ROBERT]
[Why does she love this man?]
No more bourbon for you.
[So says Rosalind, queen of alcohol, as she sits up and holds the bottle out of his reach. She might even begin drinking it, just to ensure her commands are enforced.]
No more bourbon for you.
[So says Rosalind, queen of alcohol, as she sits up and holds the bottle out of his reach. She might even begin drinking it, just to ensure her commands are enforced.]
I do say, Rosie, your expression just performed a five-act play in as many seconds.
[Are we seriously playing keep-away with a bottle of alcohol right now. Are we that much of children.
...Evidently so, because he's reaching for it.]
It's not as though it was the bourbon talking, you know!
[Are we seriously playing keep-away with a bottle of alcohol right now. Are we that much of children.
...Evidently so, because he's reaching for it.]
It's not as though it was the bourbon talking, you know!
I'm not blaming the alcohol, I'm blaming you! And this is your proper comeuppance--
[He's got longer arms, this isn't going to last long-- but still Rosalind leans forward, arm outstretched, intent on keeping this going as long as she can.]
[He's got longer arms, this isn't going to last long-- but still Rosalind leans forward, arm outstretched, intent on keeping this going as long as she can.]
Come here, I feel a laugh coming on and I'm obliged to kiss you because of it. Come, now.
[And perhaps while she is distracted with the kissing he can make a snatch for the bourbon. A cunning plan, indeed!]
[And perhaps while she is distracted with the kissing he can make a snatch for the bourbon. A cunning plan, indeed!]
No.
[She scoots, now, drawing entirely out of his arms and retreating to the other end of the couch. And again, she takes another defiant swig, putting her up at least three to one by now.]
You're never going to learn if you simply get immediate positive reinforcement.
[She scoots, now, drawing entirely out of his arms and retreating to the other end of the couch. And again, she takes another defiant swig, putting her up at least three to one by now.]
You're never going to learn if you simply get immediate positive reinforcement.
Technically I would learn very quickly if I were to simply get immediate positive reinforcement, but it wouldn't be the behavior you're hoping for.
[What's this? He's being deprived of her completely? Oh, well, that's intolerable. Forget the bourbon completely, he now has a much more pressing priority to address and it is catching hold of her and dragging her back into his arms.]
[What's this? He's being deprived of her completely? Oh, well, that's intolerable. Forget the bourbon completely, he now has a much more pressing priority to address and it is catching hold of her and dragging her back into his arms.]
[It would be a lie to say she hadn't been wanting precisely this. Rosalind grins as she slumps back against him, perfectly pleased at the way his arms are wrapped around her hips.]
Menace. What if I didn't want to be caught by you?
[She says, and half turns, squirming to fit better against him.]
Menace. What if I didn't want to be caught by you?
[She says, and half turns, squirming to fit better against him.]
Impossible. Constants and variables. And that —
[Good, good, let's just settle her in comfortably, which comes with the added bonus side effect of putting the bourbon within snatching distance, when he decides to snatch for it in a minute or two.]
...is a constant.
[Good, good, let's just settle her in comfortably, which comes with the added bonus side effect of putting the bourbon within snatching distance, when he decides to snatch for it in a minute or two.]
...is a constant.
[Rude. But not entirely unexpected, and so Rosalind allows it. It means she's left with both hands free, anyway, which is a boon when she's pressed in close like this.]
It isn't the only constant around here.
[Hm hm hm. She stretches out her legs, settling more firmly against him, and adds:]
Hurry up. You're lagging behind at least two more drinks.
It isn't the only constant around here.
[Hm hm hm. She stretches out her legs, settling more firmly against him, and adds:]
Hurry up. You're lagging behind at least two more drinks.
Yes, and whose doing is that? Snatching it away and refusing to share...
[Two more drinks right on the heels of each other is probably a highly inadvisable thing to do, and yet he's conveniently not feeling bad about young Mr. Strider anymore, and that's as good a reason as any to carry on with the inadvisable, if it's having such favorable outcomes in return.]
Now, getting back to this business of the chickens...
[Two more drinks right on the heels of each other is probably a highly inadvisable thing to do, and yet he's conveniently not feeling bad about young Mr. Strider anymore, and that's as good a reason as any to carry on with the inadvisable, if it's having such favorable outcomes in return.]
Now, getting back to this business of the chickens...
[She makes a sort of grumbling noise, an emphatic mnnn that indicates that isn't quite the topic she'd been hoping to get back to.]
Why do you want to hear about those stupid things?
Why do you want to hear about those stupid things?
Because I am envisioning your flight across the moors, or some approximation of moors. On a chicken.
[Good, that's an opportunity to have a third drink, so now they're either even or he's ahead. Devious!]
Perhaps we should utilize those for our explorations, rather than having me simply zip us everywhere...
[Good, that's an opportunity to have a third drink, so now they're either even or he's ahead. Devious!]
Perhaps we should utilize those for our explorations, rather than having me simply zip us everywhere...
[At least he isn't laughing. Rosalind still huffs, though.]
No.
[. . . oh, is that it? That's the argument? No? Apparently so, because now she's finally hoisting herself up enough to take another drink. If he wants to keep holding the bottle while she's taking it, so be it.]
No.
[. . . oh, is that it? That's the argument? No? Apparently so, because now she's finally hoisting herself up enough to take another drink. If he wants to keep holding the bottle while she's taking it, so be it.]
[JUST POUR STRAIGHT BOURBON RIGHT INTO YOUR GIRL'S MOUTH WHILE CUDDLING, JUST DO IT]
I'm only saying, it's an important subject of inquiry. Chickens.
I'm only saying, it's an important subject of inquiry. Chickens.
[And they even manage to not spill while they do it! Truly, a feat of science and general entanglement! Though it means her argument is further reduced to a wordless nnnn as she swallows, but whatever.]
It's--
[Jesus Christ, bourbon tastes awful.]
Mm, it's not. It's not, it's a bloody stupid subject of inquiry, and I'm not going to ride a chicken when you can just teleport us. Don't be lazy!
It's--
[Jesus Christ, bourbon tastes awful.]
Mm, it's not. It's not, it's a bloody stupid subject of inquiry, and I'm not going to ride a chicken when you can just teleport us. Don't be lazy!
When you can just ride something else, did you mean to say?
[OH GOD, HERE IT COMES, EVERYBODY STRAP IN BECAUSE IT'S TIME FOR ILL-ADVISED DRUNK TELEPORTING, BOY HOWDY.
Blip! Goodbye, couch. Hello, bedroom.]
But surely that's not more entertaining than a chicken!
[OH GOD, HERE IT COMES, EVERYBODY STRAP IN BECAUSE IT'S TIME FOR ILL-ADVISED DRUNK TELEPORTING, BOY HOWDY.
Blip! Goodbye, couch. Hello, bedroom.]
But surely that's not more entertaining than a chicken!
[That's precisely what she was trying to avoid saying, actually, thanks, Robert. But look at them, drunkenly teleporting and not missing any limbs or anything, well done them!
And they're in bed, and she's still cuddled up against Robert, so she supposes this isn't so bad.]
I'm not going to say no, Robert, you're far more entertaining, if that's what you're hoping for.
And they're in bed, and she's still cuddled up against Robert, so she supposes this isn't so bad.]
I'm not going to say no, Robert, you're far more entertaining, if that's what you're hoping for.
Oh, come now, I know I make a fine old draft horse. In the, er, non-Euclidean sense.
[What does that even mean? We just don't know. But at least he's got the good sense to set aside the bourbon so they don't end up spilling it all over the comforter, since that'd be much more of an inconvenience than dumping it all over the couch and carpet.
But look at them! They landed on the mattress! Good show!]
I'm glad you concede the entertainment value of the giant chicken, however.
[What does that even mean? We just don't know. But at least he's got the good sense to set aside the bourbon so they don't end up spilling it all over the comforter, since that'd be much more of an inconvenience than dumping it all over the couch and carpet.
But look at them! They landed on the mattress! Good show!]
I'm glad you concede the entertainment value of the giant chicken, however.
Very well, then. You can teleport me to the hot springs, and then if you're so keen on it, you can ride the bloody chicken for the three days it takes to get there.
[She lifts her head briefly, considering the alcohol. Does she want more? Ye-es? But maybe not right this second, she's at that lovely warm state of being heavily tipsy without outright drunk.
Rosalind sighs and scoots up, til she can tuck her face into the crook of his neck.]
[She lifts her head briefly, considering the alcohol. Does she want more? Ye-es? But maybe not right this second, she's at that lovely warm state of being heavily tipsy without outright drunk.
Rosalind sighs and scoots up, til she can tuck her face into the crook of his neck.]
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