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Beejoux rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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 Posted: Thu Nov 14, 2013 8:19 am
The hiss made Peyton frown, and she spared a glance at Taym before slipping off to do as instructed. She looked around, but kept pretty close to the door. There was nothing she was going to be able to afford in Valentino's, and besides, she wasn't a fan of their style. Too stiff. When she saw Taym coming back with a small bag in hand she moved to join them as they spilled back into the plaza with their golems. "Well ******** them then," she answered mildly to Taym's unneeded explanation. "Their prices are ridiculous, and their clothes look dumb." At least all the clothes she'd looked through near the entrance. Maybe the men's wear had a more universal selection, but she doubted it. You were buying a label and a unique look, but that didn't mean the look was appealing. She pointed to a storefront with shoes displayed in it. "Let's head there, I can check one more thing of Edith's list." Sure, they weren't running shoes, persay, but they were athletic, and Peyton hadn't seen another shoe store around that hadn't had the front roll down cage blocking their entrance. Inside, she went for a slim pair of shoes and directed her golem to sit down so she could check for size. When they were in place, and the golem had gotten back to her feet, she looked down at them, admiring the color, then cocked her hip out and looked forlornly down at Peyton. "Do these make my butt look big?" Somewhat flabbergasted, Peyton shook her head before actually speaking. "No, they look great. Sit down so we can take them off and go buy them." List and Budget Budget: $842 - $40 = $802 Sports bra. Baseball bat. Sports Paraphernalia Running Shoes Spandex Shorts Push-up padded bra.
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Posted: Thu Nov 14, 2013 8:42 am
LET'S BREAK FOR LUNCH!
Taym, after examining the wall of T-shirts and looking somewhat dismayed at the lack of a single one he'd buy for himself without embarrassment and feeling a lot older than he was, pulled out his phone, checked the time, and grabbed Peyton's arm on the way out, steering her and checking to make sure the unsettling golems were following.
"I know they're monitoring us or whatever," he said, "but we're making good ******** time thanks to you getting the world's easiest list, and I refuse to leave here without eating something that didn't come out of an MRE, and I saw a Marble Slab when we walked by the food court. What'd you get," he added, making a grab for her pink bag. He'd noticed. He'd noticed the red face too, and he decided that tormenting her would be an excellent distraction from how generally irritated he was feeling.
Fiona was making ABORT ABORT noises in his head, which he disregarded.
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Posted: Thu Nov 14, 2013 8:53 am
Yay lunch break!
Peyton gave a inarticulate little girl scream as her arm was so suddenly grabbed a hold of and used as a means to steer her away away from the store she'd just exited and towards the epicenter of the mall and the plethora of intermingled food smells. It smelled glorious, which was probably more a testament to how desperate she was for normal food, then it had anything to do with Subway, or China Express, having improved their menus. The mention of Marble Slab made her stomach growl.
Then she realized what he was grabbing for, and she moved to jerk it out of his hand. "Nothing!" Too slow. Bony fingers closed around the pink ribbon of the handle and she was forced into an embarrassing match of tug-of-war. It would have been more effective if he hadn't still had a hold of her arm, it made it impossible to get any real sort of leverage. She kept tugging anyways, color raising up rapidly over tanned cheeks.
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Posted: Thu Nov 14, 2013 9:01 am
"Fine," he said, letting it go with a shark grin and releasing her arm as he did so. "Have it your way. I have an active imagination." Good god. This was more in line with the way he talked to Maebe than Peyton, but it helped settle his nerves. He paused to beckon the H golem over, relieved and somewhat creeped out when it, naturally, obeyed. "Take--that one," he said, pointing at Edith and refusing to refer to it by any human pronoun, "and grab something but make it quick. I don't want us to catch a lecture for slacking off on company time." Bossy a*****e. A sudden light came into his eyes. "I'm going to go buy a box of gloves off the Subway guys."
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Posted: Thu Nov 14, 2013 9:11 am
She hadn't really expected him to give up that easily so she stumbled a little when both the bag and her arm were unceremoniously released. She was still blushing, and it only got worst as he made his jab about having an active imagination. That wasn't the sort of thing he ever said to her, and it had the duel effect of sending butterflies in a rush through her stomach, and leaving her feeling just a touch guilty for said butterflies, considering a certain tall dark and mysterious Sun trainee back on the island. Warrick gave an unhelpful, contemplative hum. As if he were wanting to say something, but wasn't sure his opinion would be wanted or helpful. Relief came with a distraction and the promise of food, and she happily hurried away in the direction of the A&W front. She got herself a Float(duh), a burger, and a large order of cheese curds. Then she and her Golem found a table in sight of the Subway counter.
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Posted: Thu Nov 14, 2013 9:26 am
Which meant she got to enjoy her food while watching Taym trying to sweet-talk the Subway manager out of a box of gloves, the H golem hanging about slack-faced in the background, holding the bag from Valentino. This was complicated. It would have been easier without all the corporate red-tape. Taym was putting on, thick, a stoner barista act--and doing so with remarkably well, so much so that none of the employees were questioning this aspect of his story--and a few white lies about working in the coffee shop downstairs and a promised free latte later and a discussion of how one would go about paying for a box of gloves with a debit card ("Sorry, dude, but it's, like, they won't let use petty cash, we have to put it on, like, the company card?") and some discussion over the function of the "miscellaneous" button on the Subway register resulted, nonetheless, in his coming up empty-handed. He got out of their line of sight and turned to hold up his hands at Pey in a gesture of defeat, the dazed pothead persona shed as easily as a coat within a matter of seconds. He jerked his thumb at the Marble Slab, mouthed "hurry up," and went to go drown his defeat in ice cream, H golem in tow.
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Posted: Thu Nov 14, 2013 9:57 am
Peyton sat eating her burger at record speed. It was insanely good, though she was pretty sure anything she would have gotten right that moment would have been insanely good. Anything that did not come out of an MRE. It was gone within minutes, the float hadn't lasted much longer. She was finishing that up by the time Taym had turned to show her empty hands before jerking his thumb towards the Marble Slab counter. She gave him a flat look in response to his attempts to hurry her along, rolling her eyes, but went about eating the little bits of fried cheese with surprising haste. There were only a handful left when she came up to stand beside him in line, and she rattled the box at him with a quirked brow. Edith!Golem was hanging back by H!Golem, looking equally as blank, but relatively inconspicuous.
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Posted: Thu Nov 14, 2013 10:10 am
He waved her away, having procured a tiny cup--not even a big scoop--of dark chocolate ice cream with a liberal dose of cherries and raspberries. When he took a bite of it he looked, again, like he might cry. "I need to sit down," he murmured. Taym looked at that ice cream like a woman wants a man to look at her. That bite was borderline obscene. No one should be enjoying themselves that much in public. It felt very un-Catholic. He actually closed his eyes like he was Giada de Laurentiis sampling risotto on a Food Network special. Which maybe made it somewhat startling when his eyes snapped back up to her, suddenly, and he was looking at her like he'd never seen her before. He was thinking about her blushing, and he was thinking about Fiona's restless disapproval, and after a beat he licked the spoon, dipped out another after carefully excavating out a bite that contained a cherry, and held it out to her. It was not a "take this spoon" gesture. It was a "lean in have a bite" gesture.
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Posted: Thu Nov 14, 2013 10:23 am
He didn't want any, so she finished off what was left and dropped the little box into a bin a few steps away. When she returned he had his ice cream, something dark chocolate and thick with read fruit. It made her want her own, and she made a movement as if she were going to deposit herself in line, but he'd taken a bit, eyes closing, expressing a desire to sit down, and she turned back to him. "Gimme a second I want to.." The words died on her tongue as those dark eyes snapped open, focusing on her, and the look in them wasn't anything she'd ever seen directed at her before, not from him. It made her want to squirm, and she knew she was blushing again but there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. Pale eyes watched him lick the spoon, watched it separate out another bite with a bit of cherry in it, and watched it move towards her in a clear and obvious invitation to have a bite. For a second she stared at it, quite unsure what was going on, then leaned in and took the bite. His reaction before made sense now. It was delicious, and tanned features fell as she let out an appreciative breath, savoring the chocolate and fruit blend. And it wasn't as if she'd never had ice cream before, or ice cream with fruit, or even Marble Slab. She had. Often. But not since coming to the island. Even without the months of nothing but military grade rations the confection would have been amazing. Now? It was, as he considered it, obscene.
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Posted: Thu Nov 14, 2013 10:33 am
He watched her, his hands steady, and whatever it was he was thinking, she wasn't going to find the guidebook to it in his face. His expression was totally unreadable, just a lurking, unidentifiable intensity somewhere back behind his eyes, but he waited until she'd finished before he looked away, going back to eating with a somewhat more businesslike mien. "Hurry up," he told her, his voice absolutely normal. "Next spot on the list is H&M and I'm damned if I'm leaving that store empty-handed, even if we can't get any of H's s**t there."
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 2:27 pm
The level of intensity that was being directed down at her was enough to make to make the younger hunter fidget. She shifted where she stood, hands slipping into her back pockets, before finally dropping her eyes to but that all too intent look. She didn't know what was going on, and she wasn't sure she liked it. It made her feel awkward, self conscious even. She was relieved when he finally looked away and barked at her to hurry up. That, at least, was normal. Immediately she fell into step beside him, gesturing for the Golem's to follow along. She didn't really need any more ice scream, she'd already had some. "Can you get any of H's s**t anywhere? I mean it's pretty slim pickings as it is, and his list is.. " Interesting. She tugged at her sleeves, pulling them over her hands before crossing her arms across her stomach.
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Rejam rolled 1 20-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 2:37 pm
"Probably not," he said grimly. "I'm thinking he's getting a couple of bottles of Dr. Pepper out of the machine and a condom out of the one in the bathroom, if I can find a quarter, with a note that diligent application of the latter can prevent the need for a pregnancy test in the first place." Well. He was walking with long ground-eating strides towards H&M, pausing every so often to impatiently let the golems catch up. "You're joking," said H's golem as they passed through the doors. Taym shot it a look and abruptly shoved his ice cream at Peyton. He'd had about four bites. "Finish this," he told her. "And go--find something the approximate shape of a baseball bat, I guess? Tube of socks? Or go do whatever it is girls do in department stores. I am about to go spend a nauseating amount of money on myself. Give me fifteen minutes."
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Beejoux rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 3:06 pm
That, to Peyton, seemed a bit of a stretch from the items on H's list, but considering they weren't likely to find 90% of them she let it go. Edith had been easy to shop for, they were only one item away from completing that list. Why did H have to be so damn picky? Suddenly there was ice cream in Peyton's hands. She blinked down at it before staring after Taym as she forced the Golem along. "But you barely touched it," she protested feebly as he disappeared around a rack of clothes. She frowned, then glanced back down at the ice cream before taking a bite. After a float and a full meal, she didn't really need anything else, but it was really good. It took five minutes to finish it up, then she was heading into the store herself. Considering she had two fancy dinners to attend when the portals were working again, it would be a good move on Peyton's part to find some suitable shoes. The one good pair she'd had had gotten ruined in the ocean. She gave Edith a nudge, nodding indulgently as the golem insisted it wanted two of something and grabbed onto a pair of decrotive candlesticks. Well, it wasn't a bat, but in a pinch they could be used as a club. She let it go, and steered her golem towards the shoe department. Right off the bat she veered towards a collection of strapy, heeled sandals and began checking for sizes. List and Bidget Budget: $802 Sports bra. Baseball bat. Candle sticks! (out of own pocket) Sports Paraphernalia
Running Shoes
Spandex Shorts
Push-up padded bra.
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 3:43 pm
Taym showed up mere minutes later--it had actually taken him closer to twenty, and that was because he'd paid, deposited H golem outside of the fitting rooms, and after checking with the apathetic cashier that it'd be fine, had gone ahead and changed his clothes. He'd actually argued with himself about this for a minute, torn between not having to continue walking around in his shitty clothes and having to admit that he didn't want to. Vanity won out. In a new sweater--still slightly oversized, and how could it be otherwise?--and jeans, the unshaven chin and the stubble and the tired eyes seemed less like symptoms of chronic illness and more reminiscent of a coffee-swigging intellectual who'd stayed up too late poring over a tricky compositional issue or a stubborn piece of translated text. He would have looked at home in a pair of horn-rimmed glasses. Which isn't to say that he looked good--he still looked angry and exhausted and vaguely sick and startlingly thin--but he looked better and considerably less like someone who would pick your pocket given half an opportunity. He announced his presence--and the presence of H's docile golem--with a sudden pronouncement: "Shopping for a date with Blind Man Bluff? Go with those. They're sexier." And he pointed obligingly.
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 8:23 pm
Peyton had just finished buckling the clasp on one of the shoes when Taym's voice floated her way. It made her jump, and she passed him a dirty look before his new attire distracted her. "Hey, you changed." Tone and smile said clearly that she approved. Anything was better then the flannel nightmare he'd been wearing. It had done him no favors. The new hoodie was much more his style. "Looks nice." She flashed him a grin, then bent back over to pull the other shoe on. "I'm shopping for a congratulatory dinner," she informed him simply, extending a leg and pointing her toe so she could admire the shoe. It was cute. He didn't need to know that she'd also be wearing the shoes on any outings she may have had planned with Solomon that involved getting dressed up. It wasn't his business. Besides, he was acting weird today. "I needed some nice shoes to replace the ones that got ruined in the ocean after the cruise ship nightmare." Fair thee well, suede sandals.
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