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Post by Spinister on Mar 7, 2012 22:53:14 GMT -5
M6W3D4, after the first scene of "I'll Bring Flowers", at Ned and Esprit's trendy apartment, semi-private
Esprit pulled together most of the food and other accoutrements the night before. Today, she rolled out a lovely three course dinner, pale violet candlelight, and a slinky red dress. There is a supermarket bouquet on the centre of the table, with a print-out of a much more interesting bouquet taped to it.
She stands behind Ned's chair, with the chair pulled out slightly, beckoning him to sit.
He should be here any moment after closing up his shop, just in time for a fashionably late dinner.
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 8, 2012 21:25:04 GMT -5
Ned does arrive, just fashionably late! Though he didn't intend it this way; that's just how long it took to close up shop. He strides into the room, sees Esprit standing behind his chair, and stops short. He looks at the fully laid out table, then he looks up at Esprit.
"You know I'm not eating anything you cooked, right?"
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Post by Spinister on Mar 8, 2012 21:28:30 GMT -5
Esprit gives a tiny shrug of her shoulders and neatly puts her dinner into the fridge. Then she soundlessly slides Ned's dinner over to her place-mat. Then she sits down, picks up her fork, and spears a piece of that nice tomato-cucumber-feta-spinach salad. Esprit chews, mouth closed.
If he won't eat it, she has her breakfast made for tomorrow.
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 9, 2012 22:46:05 GMT -5
Ned heads to the fridge, opens it up, grabs an orange-ginger skyr, and heads to the table, settling down into the seat opposite Esprit. "So how was work?" he asks as he opens up the yogurt. "Catch any bad guys?" That aren't him, at least.
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Post by Spinister on Mar 9, 2012 23:44:09 GMT -5
"Booked some muggers after the Wraith dropped them off," Esprit says, clearly unimpressed by her day. She then cuts into that ancho-rubbed pork tenderloin and takes a small bite, obviously rolling it over her tongue before she swallows it.
She looks to the supermarket bouquet of flowers with the print-out of the nicer bouquet taped to it.
"I found Flame. You?"
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 10, 2012 23:42:12 GMT -5
Ned watches the way Esprit moves her mouth with some interest, smiling faintly as he takes a bite of his skyr. At her statement, he opens his eyes a bit wider in surprise before he snorts, attempting to play it off.
"You think that's something? Today, I settled a dispute between the beader and the chain mail crafter!" he declares proudly, setting his spoon in the yogurt cup so he can gesture dramatically at his chest, chin lifted proudly. "Apparently the chain mailer's crafts encroached on the beader's display. You wouldn't believe the drama these people are capable of!" He shrugs and picks up the spoon to take another bite. "I suggested they settle the matter with a duel. For some reason, they thought I was joking, but it did break the tension."
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Post by Spinister on Mar 11, 2012 0:53:34 GMT -5
Esprit stares at Ned. Really, Ned, really? She shakes her head ever so slightly, sympathizing with Ned. Why can't humans just murder each other when they have disputes like reasonable beings?
She stays on target, "He's a florist. Would have had that bouquet," looks at the photo, "but I gave him a mental breakdown." Just something that she does to people. "Sent him to the hospital in an ambulance... along with a metahuman control squad. He's a firestarter."
Esprit picks up one of the patatas bravas and dips it in the alioli, letting some of the alioli end up on her lips before she licks it off.
"Need to get him back into useable shape after they figure out how they're going to drug him."
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 13, 2012 20:09:08 GMT -5
Ned watches Esprit as she licks her lips, smiling faintly. Then he shakes his head suddenly before nodding. "Back into useable shape. Was he ever in useable shape?"
He takes another bite of yogurt and considers. "I'm assuming he doesn't know who he is, then. How'd you figure it out?"
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Post by Spinister on Mar 13, 2012 20:16:36 GMT -5
Esprit sucks down a spoon of quinoa with slivered almonds and mushrooms. She observes, "Was a workable medic." He did those exams on the Combaticons towards fixing the anti-grav problem! "I scared him. Rain scared him. Asked him why. He panicked. Kept pushing... until he started babbling about Xaaron."
In other words, she gave him a mental breakdown, as she said.
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 15, 2012 15:17:09 GMT -5
Ned blinks, finishing off his skyr. Then he nods. "Sounds like it's probably Flame, then." He watches Esprit eat for a moment, thinking as he does.
"That... was a lucky coincidence. Seem to be getting a lot of those." He picks his spoon back up and frowns into his empty yogurt cup. "Of course, that's been the trend since showing up in this reality. Why start questioning it now?"
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Post by Spinister on Mar 15, 2012 16:29:51 GMT -5
They should question everything continually because they are paranoid bootlegs and murderers.
"Think it put us into lives we wouldn't question much. Wanted to give us familiar faces around us," Esprit speculates, at length. So them finding each other is maybe not as coincidental as it seems.
Esprit now takes a double-large spoonful of the lime cardamom brulee. She likes brulees, she has concluded. She can put it together the night before, take it out the day of, torch the top, and have it ready to go. Besides, any food that calls for her torching something can't be all bad. Esprit rises from her seat and pushes it back in neatly. Moving along the side of the table, she considers the spoonful and puts that spoonful of brulee into her mouth. Then Esprit leans down and tries to give Ned a kiss on the mouth, using memories she borrowed from Singe.
This should be interesting.
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 15, 2012 20:37:03 GMT -5
Ned raises one eyebrow. He puts the spoon and empty cup back down and turns towards her, leaning forward and grinning, accepting and returning that kiss.
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Post by Spinister on Mar 15, 2012 21:04:16 GMT -5
Esprit tries to flick her forefinger against Ned's forehead. Boom. He's dead. Then she tries to sit down on his lap. "Flame might be good for some experimental trials yet."
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 16, 2012 19:16:31 GMT -5
Ned may be dead but he's not, well, dead. As Esprit climbs into his lap he wraps his arms around her. He looks up as she mentions experimental trials and considers, brows knitting. "Wasn't he the one who was all into core transplants or something?"
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Post by Spinister on Mar 16, 2012 21:53:59 GMT -5
Esprit nods in agreement that FLame does core transplants and tries to put her arms around Ned, following Singe's guide, which... means she's trying to hold Ned like a male Nebulan would hold a female Nebulan.
Of course, Esprit just meant that they could experiment on Flame if they can't catch any Autobots, but Ned has a good point, too.
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