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Jan 2, 2009 2:02:16 GMT -5
Post by Mortimer on Jan 2, 2009 2:02:16 GMT -5
Mortimer licked his lips and tried out the name, letting it fall from his mouth in a sweet cello hum.
"That's a good name. Yes, most of the others aren't nearly as big as you. Do you live in the Opera then, Bryan? I like it here, its different from outside."
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Jan 2, 2009 2:09:36 GMT -5
Post by Bryan Fury on Jan 2, 2009 2:09:36 GMT -5
The westerner nearly gagged on his drink at hearing his name so... sensually repeated... and not at the height of pleasure (though what he'd done to Jira hardly counted as pleasurable). Taking a deep breath, Bryan answered the question slowly.
"I live here when I'm workin'. I live outside on mah off-weeks..." Then, with as much subtlety as could be afforded by Bryan, he slipped in, "Ya wanna see where I work?"
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Jan 2, 2009 2:14:24 GMT -5
Post by Mortimer on Jan 2, 2009 2:14:24 GMT -5
"Oh yes! That would be very nice--Erik always warned me away from the furnaces, he said it wasn't safe. It is safe, isn't it? F' someone so small as I am?"
He sat up a little straighter at the prospect of seeing one of the few places in the Opera he'd only spent a very few minutes in, usually in passing to somewhere else. He thought the man needed a bath as well, and would have suggested a swim in the lake, but he didn't think Erik would like having a stranger so close to his house, so he kept quiet about that, for now.
"You should finish your meal first, though."
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Jan 2, 2009 2:19:45 GMT -5
Post by Bryan Fury on Jan 2, 2009 2:19:45 GMT -5
"Aiight," agreed Bryan, finishing his meal in between a quick explanation that the furnaces were only truly dangerous if they were touched - otherwise they made the surrounding areas warm, as was their function.
Washing his meal down with the rest of his coffee, Bryan returned his dishes to where they needed to go and waited for his new "friend."
"Lemme know if it gets too hot fer you to handle," he said, folding thick arms over his chest, grinning a bit.
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Jan 2, 2009 2:39:58 GMT -5
Post by Mortimer on Jan 2, 2009 2:39:58 GMT -5
"Yes--how will I know if I am too hot? I have only been cold, before." He'd only just recently begun to experience temperature, and it had all been cold, so far.
Mortimer stood, pocketing his apple and cookies and stuffing the rest of his sandwich into his mouth. Standing, he was even smaller than he might have appeared sitting, barely coming up to Bryan's breastbone.
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Jan 3, 2009 0:19:32 GMT -5
Post by Bryan Fury on Jan 3, 2009 0:19:32 GMT -5
"Well..." he watched carious food items disappear into Mortimer's pockets and chuckled, shaking his head. "You'll start t'sweat if yer too hot. It might git hard to breathe too, but I dunno. Affects people differently."
The small stature of the man made Bryan's lips curl almost maliciously - smaller than Jirahasuke, though the possibility of Mortimer being able to defend himself was not lost on him. Bryan had learned his lesson with Jira.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of ya."
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Jan 4, 2009 2:04:12 GMT -5
Post by Mortimer on Jan 4, 2009 2:04:12 GMT -5
He nodded and had no doubt of that, the man was so big, bigger than anyone he'd met, and he looked terribly strong. Well, terribly lumpy anyway.
Mortimer smiled and took the man's arm, not minding the sooty filth or the scent of sweat and work on him.
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Jan 4, 2009 2:16:36 GMT -5
Post by Bryan Fury on Jan 4, 2009 2:16:36 GMT -5
Bryan liked the feeling of the tiny hand on his arm and let it be taken - no one liked him anyway, so there was no need to worry of whatever new rumors anyone might start about him being seen walking around with the small, pretty man. Knowing the shortest route there, Bryan led his new companion away from the busy hall.
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Jan 10, 2009 0:35:24 GMT -5
Post by emo!Rogue on Jan 10, 2009 0:35:24 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
"Smell that?" Rogue said happily. "I think we found it."
She was leading Jack now, as they entered the unexpectedly large kitchen/cafeteria area of the Opera. She wondered if they housed armies here, or a school, or something.
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Jan 10, 2009 1:10:29 GMT -5
Post by Jack Skellington on Jan 10, 2009 1:10:29 GMT -5
"Wow, you're good at this..." said Jack, sounding a bit reverently impressed with his friend's intuition bringing them to the cafeteria-like place. Then again, the last time he doubted a woman's intuition, it almost destroyed Christmas.
"This place is pretty big... where do they hide it all?"
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Jan 10, 2009 1:32:03 GMT -5
Post by emo!Rogue on Jan 10, 2009 1:32:03 GMT -5
"Maybe it's bigger on the inside... But it looked pretty big out there, too." Truth be told, they'd wandered over a good part of the opera before she'd smelled bacon; but she knew that smell.
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Jan 10, 2009 1:43:50 GMT -5
Post by Jack Skellington on Jan 10, 2009 1:43:50 GMT -5
Even if it had been all over - Jack would hardly recognize a smell. He had forgotten, so it seemed, that the scent of food caused the reaction in his stomach that made it growl in empty frustration. But, all the more praise for Rogue was his gift in kind.
"Maybe it's an optical illusion..." he suggested, his stomach roaring in reply.
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Jan 10, 2009 14:20:59 GMT -5
Post by emo!Rogue on Jan 10, 2009 14:20:59 GMT -5
"Or maybe we're just really hungry," she said. "C'mon. No one will notice two more."
Of course, if they were going to notice anyone, it'd be these two. But no one seemed to care--eyes just slid by them, for the most part. Rogue quickly found a breakfast buffet laid out inexplicably and began loading her plate. Wasn't a good southern breakfast, but it'd do.
"Don't you think this is kinda weird?" she said. "I mean, all this food?"
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Jan 11, 2009 0:30:32 GMT -5
Post by Jack Skellington on Jan 11, 2009 0:30:32 GMT -5
"I... guess?" Jack didn't, or couldn't, see what was so strange about it, other than there may have been more than necessary, but what would be normal? Spooning himself a small mountain of eggs, bacon and sausage links on top of a couple pancakes, Jack managed to also carry an orange, two slices of buttered toast and a cup of this dark, steaming liquid to a table and sit with it all, managing a balancing act that would have given many circus performers a severe case of jealousy.
Digging into his meal, Jack ate like a ravenous wolf (at least like one who knew how to use utensils) and kept to himself until he got through the first layer of pancake, then slowed to talk to Rogue.
"Now, what makes you say all this food was weird? I mean, there's other people here," he pointed out, gesturing with a skewered sausage.
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Jan 12, 2009 12:57:18 GMT -5
Post by emo!Rogue on Jan 12, 2009 12:57:18 GMT -5
She did not take as much as he did, not with as much grace--but she figured someone as skinny as he could handle it. For now, anyway. She wasn't sure where it was all going to go, though. She sat with him, and, hungry herself, didn't interrupt his progress. She was intent on her own.
She looked up as he spoke, though. "Oh, yeah," she said. "I know. But I mean... I guess I think it's weird to imagine people living in a theater, and eating there, and everything. Usually people go home and cook, right? Not that I'm complaining. But I wonder how many people they feed, if they don't mind people just walking in."
Rogue kept her voice low, lest they be heard and kicked out.
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