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WHO: Lucy Pevensie and Y O U
WHERE: De Chima and Heropa!
WHEN: Tuesday!
WHAT: Meetings around town!
WARNINGS: Uh. Cheery bubbliness?



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De Chima;

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[It's been a long kind of day: Lucy's done a tremendous amount of shopping for things, house and farm things, furniture and paint and other things needed to finish the house, and once, she found her way into a car dealership, to look at the cars, although she isn't buying one and it wouldn't be for her anyway. It's not as though she knows how to drive, is it?

She finds herself in a cafe for lunch, winding down, watching people coming and going. She blends in well enough, for all that her hair is piled in a relatively intricate looking bun and flowers in her hair, but she doesn't look like a medieval queen at all. She looks like a girl who is playing hooky, with a sandwich and a glass of something cold to drink.

As the afternoon wears on, she thinks she should go to Heropa, to pick up the last of her things, and she can be found dallying towards the porter with no real ambition.]

Car lot

[mousquetaire]

[ D'Artagnan is wandering around the section with used cars, which he's discovered are not nearly as expensive as the new ones, and the person in charge keeps telling him that they could work out some very affordable payment plans. He's managed to send them packing, for the moment, but there's no doubt that he's interested.

He's currently looking at a very streamlined car, bright red with the kind of trimmings that makes the salesman call it a classic, and makes others call it old-fashioned.

It's not old-fashioned to d'Artagnan. He likes the colour and the spoilers. He likes the fact that there's a convertible top. He runs his hand along one of the doors. ]

If I buy it before I learn, I'll not be able to contain myself. [ A glance up at Lucy. ] I shouldn't have come here. It's too tempting, either way.

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It can't be so hard to learn, can it?

[Watching him look at cars has been like watching Edmund look at horses; she's beginning to wonder if this is a thing men do, admire the lines on expensive, fast things, and desire them.

But she goes around the side, opens the door, slips into the passenger seat.]

Do you think it's proper for a lady to ride in the front? Is it the same as with carriages, do you think?

[Maybe it is, maybe it isn't, either way she's sitting here, as if they're actually going to ride off in it.]

[mousquetaire]

[ D'Artagnan's head cants to the side while he considers that. ]

I don't know. Perhaps it is.

[ He's all too easily led. He opens the driver's seat and slides in, running his hands over the wheel.

Yes. He likes this. He likes this far too much. It seems like it ought to be easy to turn this way and that, to take them off down the road. He wonders just how fast it could go. ]

Perhaps this is all very improper. [ He turns a smile back on her. ] I won't tell if you don't.

Do you like it?

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[She finds it terribly comfortable; furniture in this time is so lovely, which has contributed to the squashy chair epidemic of 2015 in that Lucy has found the three squashiest chairs to ever exist for the house.

This isn't squashy but it's very relaxing, anyway.]

There is probably some silly rule about how a proper lady isn't supposed to speak to her driver, or something absurd, that I would break in an instant.

[She smiles at him, then, brightly-]

I think you're my favorite now, you know.

[She loves these dumb little secrets, secrets that hurt no one at all.]

I do like it. Particularly the color.

[mousquetaire]

Ah, well then, we're completely safe.

[ D'Artagnan leans back in the seat, while moving his hands over the various instruments on the dashboard. There's an improbable number of buttons, switches and knobs. He hasn't the faintest idea what most of them do, but he wants to try them all. ]

I can't be your driver yet. So there's no problem at all.

[ Tilting his head back, he leans it against the seat's headrest. It's surprisingly comfortable, and he's fairly sure that no one drives like this at all. Why is it even here? ]

I like the colour. Everything here is bright, do you notice that? Reds and blues and yellows. Everything is bright and everything is clean. This car has a brighter gleam than half the gold in the Louvre, no matter how much they polish it.

[illuminescent]

[She does push a button, on the side, and the chair immediately collapses backwards, causing her to yelp in surprise and then burst into giggles, one hand over her face. She hadn't expected that - she's not sure what she expected, and then she looks up at the ceiling, and over at him.]

I think it is so beautiful! All the beautiful colors and bright lights, is it not fantastic?

[And she's glowing a little, like she does when she's indescribably happy, when she's thinking of something wonderful.]

And there aren't entire armies of servants, constantly cleaning, always sweeping and dusting and polishing.

[mousquetaire]

[ D'Artagnan starts forward when Lucy zooms back, assuming that she's fallen. If this car is broken and it's made her fall and she's hurt because of that, then the conversation he will have with the dealer will not be -

Oh. She's laughing. D'Artagnan lets out a breath and raises his eyebrow, trying not to show that he's relieved. ]

Why did it do that?

[ He immediately starts pulling at levers, until he finds the one that sends his own seat flying back as well. ]

...I see. You'd wonder why they even have that sort of lever -

[ He pulls himself upright again. The chair decides to stay where it is, and after a bit of pulling and pushing, d'Artagnan decides to leave it. ]

It is fantastic. I never thought that home was dirty, not really, but this...

[ He runs his hand along the side, picking up not one speck of dust. ]

It's perfect. Seats that will stop Athos' heart, I'm sure, but I'm not sure even he could complain about this one.

[ Spoilers: it's so very likely that he's wrong. ]

Heropa;

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[She arrives in Heropa a little later, goes to the apartment, and thinks to head back right away, but she finds herself in a park, instead. There's a party going on, the kind of spontaneous thing people do in the summer, with music and food, but most of the people aren't imPorts. Maybe it's because new imPorts seem to be arriving, although after what happened at the last swear-in, maybe that's not true.

Honestly Lucy doesn't know what to think about that, not yet, anyway, but someone brings her in and gives her a cup of something to drink, and she glows in the dimming light just a little, so little that identifying her as an imPort right away is tricky. But she's smiling and talking to people and genuinely enjoying herself.

Later, after, she doesn't dawdle when she returns; it's dark by then, and she walks with a purpose, intent on getting back as quickly as possible. After dark isn't always safe. She should have been home hours ago.]

Re: Heropa;

[eastdetective]

[One of the few things Conan liked about this place was the fact that there was no one adult here who considered him their responsibility. It freed him up to investigate wherever he chose, instead of always having to have a cover story in place to deal with a concerned guardian.

As such, he sees no problem with lingering around the streets of Heropa until after dark. What better time to watch for criminal activity? The apparent child idly watches Lucy go by before stepping away from the wall. He had plans for his investigations tonight.]

[illuminescent]

[She always knows when she is being followed; part of that comes from being always aware of those around her, but also from having it happen, time and time again, wherever she goes. But she does not think, today, that she is being followed by anyone who she might call a friend (or at least no one she knows) and it is dark, so she decides that she should walk a touch faster, and confront them only if they should keep moving alongside her.]

[eastdetective]

Conan watches her just long enough to satisfy himself that she wasn't up to anything, then turns and starts to walk away. He'd heard some commotion down at the other end of the street earlier.

[brushoff]

[ Dorian's a night owl. Part of the territory when you're dating a vampire and work at a club. And, since he's off work tonight, the night owl tendencies continue. He's got some books that he wanted to drop off at Toby's, a little 'I love you' sort of gift, when he spots someone, walking alone and walking with a purpose. Well that's interesting. And possibly dangerous. Jogging a little to catch up, Dorian flashes her a smile, just out of habit...but that smile gets replaced with a little look of confusion as he sees it's Lucy.

Well huh. That was unexpected. ]

You know, I really didn't expect to see you out here by yourself.

[illuminescent]

[She is ready to shake her dagger from where it is in her sleeve to her wrist when she catches him jogging up to her, but then she sees who it is, his face illuminated by a slight glow she creates for the moment, and she holds back. He may have been rude at the party, but she doesn't imagine he would hurt her.

She likes to give people the benefit of the doubt.]

You mean to say, you expected me to be well accompanied?

[That isn't so surprising.]

Sometimes I do go off alone.

[Probably much to the displeasure of both Musketeers.]

[brushoff]

[ Dorian certainly isn't going to be rude now. It's night, they're alone, he knows what kind of insinuations D'Artagnan would make about him even if Lucy doesn't. Nope, he is going to be the picture of civility right now...at least, for as long as he can. ]

At night in the dark though? Correct me if I'm wrong, but somehow I think your Musketeer might not like that.

[ fun fact, Dorian's read Dumas. ]

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[She dims her glow a bit, and goes quiet for a moment. d'Artangan would not scold her; Athos might give her a raised eyebrow, but they are quite a bit more patient with her than even her brothers.]

Do you think me beholden to him?

[She does have the ability to look more like a queen than a young girl. It is a skill that surprises most people who only know her smiling and carefree, but she learned sternness from Peter, who uses it like a weapon.]

[brushoff]

[ He notices that sternness and quietness almost instantly. Still, Dorian remains calm, watching Lucy in the process. ]

To be honest, your highness? It's not my business. All I know is that you two are close and people worry about those they're close to.

[illuminescent]

Yes.

He does worry.

[She looks away for a minute, looks around. That isn't the right address, but it doesn't matter. She doesn't correct him.]

Why did you do what you did?

[brushoff]

[ Oh. Now this was going to be interesting. Dorian's response to her question, of course, would be pretty much entirely lies. He did it because Dorian did not take it well when people told him no. He did it because she was attractive and she had potential.

Time to liiiiiiie out his ass. ]

You're a beautiful woman and someone who I really think I could be friends with. [ He shrugged a little, looking over at Lucy. ] I suppose I just didn't want you to leave.

[desequilibre]

[ She has been gone all day. Athos waits for as long as he can before he sets out to look for her. He knows he should allow her her freedom, she is not used to the kind of royalty he is and being in this place must mean different things for her, but he wishes that he could have accompanied her at least.

It doesn't take him long to get to the Porter and while he is picking which city to search within she appears. He is thankful of it, even though it is dark and he is desperate for a drink, and so he rounds closer to her, his clothing modern and yet he is wearing his cape, hat and sword belt now. ]

My lady. [ He doesn't sound displeased but perhaps a little weary. ] May I escort you home?

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[It's not like she means to do it. If he were to ask her, she would take him everywhere. But she thinks, doesn't he want his own life, too?

But right now she doesn't expect him, and he speaks, and she makes a noise, startled. She may be brave but she can be surprised just as well as anyone else.

She bends over a bit, puts her hand over her chest.]

Oh-

Oh, Athos, you surprised me-

[She's reaching for him, for his arms, to lean on.]

[desequilibre]

[ His own life means very little to him. But he does not wish to hurt anyone by suggesting it. ]

My apologies. [ He covers her small hand with his own, squeezing slightly. ] I did not mean to frighten you.

[ He lets her catch her breath before they start to walk, Athos silent for a few steps before he finally speaks. ] Had you a good day, my lady?

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[She squeezes his arm a little, she loves him so much and she cannot say it, she will not tell him. He came to find her.]

Did you look for me for too long? Perhaps I should stop these excursions on my own.

[Perhaps she should act her rank.]

Oh, it was a very busy day, you know. d'Artagnan did spend much of it with me, but we got separated, 'twas not any fault of his. But I found it pleasant enough. And you, sir?

[desequilibre]

Not long.

[ Long enough but he already feels bad about making her feel bad and so lying is a good option. ]

I needed the walk, you do not have to fret my lady.

[ As to her question about his day he merely makes a soft noise in response. It was a day much like all the others. ]

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[She does not think he would lie to her, so she does not feel bad. But Athos should, she trusts him.]

I think you likely fret for me, I know you must.

[But she does not tell him not to.]

But of course I fret over you. You're my dear friend, at the very least of it. So perhaps I must not be apart from you for long.

[She is a bit clinger than usual; her glow just a bit dimmed.]

Did you know d'Artagnan wishes for a car?