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let's say a week post run-in in Kirkwall's Hightown; crystal

[icasm]

Is it too invasive to ask how you're settling in?

crystal;

[apocalypsegrown]

[ For all the pacing around that she's done trying to convince herself not to reach out to him, Sylvie takes a surprising amount of time to respond when he does. It's not that she doesn't want to hear from him, but she's not sure how to handle this. The awkwardness. They had so much else to deal with before that there was hardly any silence for awkwardness to fill.

So it's a few hours later that Sylvie finally kicks her legs off her bed and pulls the crystal off her end table, where she had tossed it a while ago and tried to ignore it's existence. ]

I'm settling in about the same as one would expect. My confinement is finally up.

[icasm]

[ It's several hours later and a surprise when Sylvie responds; Loki had long since decided she was probably going to continue ignoring him. ]

I could not have gotten out of the Gallows fast enough when my quarantine was over. [ Neither could Sylvie, obviously, or they wouldn't have run into one another when they did. ]

Do you have your own room at least?

[apocalypsegrown]

I only get a private room if I join their cause. [ The eyeroll is probably audible in her tone. ] Which I'm not sure if I'm really up to doing just yet.

crystal;

[icasm]

I have an idea to run by you, if you've a moment.

[apocalypsegrown]

‘S not like I’ve got much going on. What is it?

[icasm]

Since I've arrived here I've wanted to throw an orgy. [ Just putting that out there; she above all others will understand the desire, the impulse, to throw a party that revolves around sex. ] However, I don't know here at least ten, fifteen people who would be appropriate so now I'm thinking of just a sex party.

The guest list, of course, is giving me the most trouble.

[apocalypsegrown]

Ah.

[ She does understand of course, enjoys the idea of pushing the envelope when it comes to sex, but like most things Sylvie sees the ideas through a much different filter than Loki does. The vast difference between his selective high class events and her apocalyptic dalliances.

Ones that she had always had an out on as well as the added benefit of not having to deal with the aftermath.

So it’s with a bit more reserved interest that she replies, arching an eyebrow on her side. ]

A sex party. I hate to tell you that I’ve not made enough acquaintances to even start giving you a list of suggestions. Outside Astarion of course.

handwave to Sometime This Week!; crystal

[favoriteanalyst]

Serah Sylvie, are you free for that drink this evening? I'll even be so bold as to put my liver in your hands and let you pick the establishment.

[apocalypsegrown]

That bored you're seeking out my company Mobius? Or issit that you're finally giving in?

[favoriteanalyst]

I was hoping you weren't pulling my leg when you seemed interested in getting-to-know-you drinks, of which I'm paying for just one. But if you aren't interested...

[apocalypsegrown]

Ah, That is the giving in then. I'm happy to take you up you offer. I really only know the cheap spots in Lowtown, but if you have more cultured taste I'm sure we can find a different location.

crystal

[armd]

Are we at the stage where I can give you advice about certain people around here?

Crystal;

[apocalypsegrown]

Good afternoon to you too Abby.

[ Color her curious. ]

We might be. Either way you’re going to have to tell me now with that starter.

[armd]

(Chuckle,) Good point.

You should be careful around Astarion.

[apocalypsegrown]

Really.

[ Oh, oh, This is a good one. Sylvie plays dumb, her voice arching with the question. ]

Now you'll absolutely have to elaborate. I wouldn't want to get in trouble by associating with any ruffians.

crystal.

[obdurata]

Hello — sorry, we don't know each other, I heard your inquiry about hair, and my sister and I have been colouring ours since we left the Circles. Did you want it to be darker or lighter?

[apocalypsegrown]

[ Oh hello. This is a nice message to get. ]

Lighter if possible, I don't mind when it grows out a bit but I prefer it blonde.

[obdurata]

Oh, that's as easy as mixing more than I normally would for a month. I don't have quite the access I'd like to be particularly fussy about the shade of blonde, but if you've a minute sometime to come down to the research laboratories I'm sure I can match it close enough.

I can give you the recipe for yourself if you prefer to do it that way, but I'm already making it so if you'd like, you can just contribute to the ingredients and we'll call it even. It'd be easier to do with extra pairs of hands.

( doing your own roots is a bitch. finding a buddy and doing each other's? the kind of forward-thinking problem-solving research is known for. )

Two days after That Fight

[icasm]

There's a knock on Sylvie's door.

It's Loki, of course. He's not empty handed; he has tea and pastries in an attempt to apologize. Not because he feels sorry, per se, But because he doesn't like fighting with her. Doesn't want to be at odds.

He fully expects, however, that she will open the door just to slam it in his face. It's what he would do, in her position.

I...thought I replied to this....

[apocalypsegrown]

He's right, it's exactly what she does.

The door is opened to show her annoyed expression, eyes drifting down to the plate in his hands and then back to his face again a moment, before shutting the door in his face-- only to sigh in frustration when that door creeks back open on its own. Living on her own was a blessing, but the little place she could afford? It was less than well maintained.

There's a moment where she licks and chews on her bottom lip, looking up at him under her eyebrows, before she sucks in a breath and throws up her hands.

"Might as well come in."

No worries

[icasm]

Loki makes a quiet noise of despair in the back of his throat. Not because of the door slamming, but because it won't stay closed at all.

He doesn't say anything as he steps into her place, merely looking around to find some surface to set the plate on, holding it with one hand while he runs the other through his hair.

"Thank you," he says, after he finds a tabletop, shoving his hands into his pockets and frowning.

truthiness; crystal

[favoriteanalyst]

I'm gonna do the stupid thing and shove my nose where it doesn't belong. [And hello to you, too.] Because I talked with Loki. Of course I did.

So if you want to talk about that whole situation, I'm all ears.

I'm not mad, by the way. About your decision. Maybe baffled, but I'm not here to judge you on who you want to trust with your care with crazy-sounding experiments. I'm not a Rifter; it's not about me.

[apocalypsegrown]

I'm not sure what there is to talk about.

[ It's said with suspicion. ]

Though clearly Loki thought it appropriate to talk about it with you, when neither of you have anything to do with it.

[favoriteanalyst]

He's upset; I gave him an ear to listen to him.

But I get the feeling you're upset, too. Or. Downright pissed at him, I guess is what it really seems to be.

You're right. Whatever's going on between the two of you has nothing to do with me. I'm just checking up on my friends.