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Natasha R. ([personal profile] latrodectus) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2012-09-05 01:31 pm

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WHO: Gil ([personal profile] invoking) & Natasha ([personal profile] latrodectus)
WHERE: A nice but somewhat bland business luncheon establishment.
WHEN: Some ordinary weekday afternoon.
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: Gil and Natasha have an Awkward Business Lunch.
FORMAT: Whatever.

Natasha was enigmatic by nature and by design; maybe that was why she'd decided to take Gil to lunch.

It was a very beige affair, this restaurant, with heavy cream curtains and a light touch of gilding to the chairs. The tables were spaced wide enough for talking and the waiter (who called himself Mark) wore a black vest with a suitably pastel tie. Without glancing at the menu, Natasha could tell the food would be competent, but lacking in imagination.

Business as usual.
invoking: (hmm?)

[personal profile] invoking 2012-09-18 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
He had briefly thought about going to see if he United Kingdom was anything like his home, but all that paperwork and flying business was beyond him.

"It's surprising... I though more imPorts would travel or live elsewhere than this City." He wondered why everyone stayed here.
invoking: commission. (consider.)

[personal profile] invoking 2012-09-18 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Gil held some strange belief that the closer he was to the Porter, the more likely he was to go home. Many people who were sent back were often in the City. Then again, he didn't have any evidence to back up this theory.

Truth be told, it was a small comfort he brought himself. False hope. He was good at clinging to that.

"Were imPorts ever popular? The people of this city are only scared because they don't know anything about us, yes?" He couldn't fault them-- not completely. "It's something beyond their control."
invoking: (fear is the heart of love.)

[personal profile] invoking 2012-09-20 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
He knew the second half all too well.

But he said nothing as the food was placed on the table. When was the last time Gil was served such quality food in a fancy place like this? The Nightray mansion, probably?

"It might be strange to say... but I feel bad for them."
invoking: (yaoi?)

[personal profile] invoking 2012-09-20 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
After some prolonged staring, he cut himself a piece (which wasn't as hard as he thought it would be with one hand) and had his first taste. His eyes widened slightly-- surprised by how delicious and most importantly, how fresh his food was.
invoking: (vagina drama.)

[personal profile] invoking 2012-09-20 09:39 am (UTC)(link)
Gil had barely swallowed his second helping and he choked a little at her question. He rubbed his chest and took a moment to catch his breath before shooting her an incredulous look. "W-What sort of question is that?!"

He shrank back momentarily for raising his voice. He cleared his throat. "It's just... it's well cooked."
invoking: (relief.)

[personal profile] invoking 2012-09-20 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Cats are always laughing at Gil, because he hates them and they hate him.

He relaxed again. It was nice to not have to struggle to clean and prepare the food with one arm. He didn't feel he deserved any of this-- yet, it was pleasant so far. Awkward conversation aside, it was a small relief to take his mind off everything else.

He smiled. A very tired smile, but a genuine one nonetheless. "Thank you."
Edited (get out of here random and) 2012-09-20 23:59 (UTC)
invoking: (all ears.)

[personal profile] invoking 2012-09-21 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
"I've mostly been cooking my own food since I was brought back." He didn't mind it. It was something he felt confident in, especially when he baked. "But everything is packaged or um... what did they say? Processed? It has a different taste."
invoking: (huh.)

[personal profile] invoking 2012-09-21 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
"New...?" There was a moment of confusion before he realized what she meant. "Ah, the name of this city in your world?"

He didn't understand the name change in this one... or rather, its lack of one.
invoking: (bsod.)

[personal profile] invoking 2012-09-21 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
He could pretend he understood that and smile and nod, but he didn't get what England had to do with America. There was no way this place was a capital city-- he read that much.

And capital cities don't move across oceans.

"What?"
invoking: (idek.)

[personal profile] invoking 2012-09-23 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
"... Why is this place just 'the City' then?" He wasn't following anymore.
invoking: commission. (consider.)

[personal profile] invoking 2012-09-23 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
Many things didn't make sense here. It was most likely a combination of the time period and it being some "alternate" universe, but that didn't hinder anyone from what he'd noticed. Or had been told.

Strange, yet people carried on with their lives. When he thought about it, it was a little like home.

"I guess... there isn't an answer for everything."
invoking: (look an anime icon.)

[personal profile] invoking 2012-09-23 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
It was a terrible thought, but he wondered what Duke Barma's expression would be hearing that. A duke obsessed with the power of knowledge and truth.

He took a larger bite. Perhaps he was hungrier than he initially believed himself to be.

"But not the answer everyone would like." He had his own complicated relationship with the truth.

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