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[illuminescent]

WHO: Lucy Pevensie and the world (you!)
WHERE: The porter cities as needed
WHEN: The month of April!
WHAT: Open log - please look within for prompts!
WARNINGS:

a; de chima

[Lucy is often not only at her office. She makes sure to go and attend to business all over the city - visiting local businesses, attending town hall meetings, meeting with locals and talking to as many people as she can. Today, that's her aim; to open herself up to comments, criticisms, and complaints as needed, to know what she can do to improve. This is right after a town hall meeting, and even though it went well, she's waiting right outside the door after it ends - for her car or for her blood to settle, it's hard to tell - when she stands and walks straight into-]

Oh, I'm terribly sorry, oh, did I miss your question?

[Because often, she knows, she hasn't had time to address them all.]

b; heropa

[Shopping.

Yes.

Shopping.

She's going shopping because she's distinctly in need of some clothes, and Heropa has a few shops that she prefers. She looks so cheerful as she waltzes through the street, right when someone grabs her purse and takes off with it.

She no longer looks cheerful.]

Come back!

Thief!

[She's dropped her bags and is running after. Help her? Grab her bags? Tackle the thief? Well! Do something!]

c; Nonah

[This is where she is least of all; not because she doesn't like it, but simply because it is the city that calls her aid least. But today she is here, at the hospital, assisting with the healing of a complex problem. As she waits, she's sitting in the children's wing, telling stories to wide-eyed kids about Narnia, and making flowers or swords out of light and giving them out on request.

When things are a bit settled, she comes right out of the children's ward and has an extra stem of flowers.]

Here, if you so like it.

[Offered kindly. No return gift needed.]

d; choose your own and write me a prompt instead!

closed to Ser Jaime Lannister;

[It is a government building, one that has a bureau that no one is quite sure what it regulates in it, and also a hair salon (Lucy's) and a few stores, and who knows what else. A cafe, likely. She just came out from having her hair done and it's pinned up nicely at the top of her head, when she gets in the elevator.

She didn't think she would see Jaime here.]

Sir Lannister.

[She nods her head, gives him a polite little curtsy.]

Comments

D. Lucy's Farm

[song_of_ice]

[After the swearing in ceremony, Jon had been torn back into the conflict from home. Jamie Lannister, Baelish, both men were exhausting, but they were difficult to ignore. Even here, he had reason to be wary about what exactly they might do and what they might use against him, if they were so inclined.

The anachronism attack had left him exhausted and sore. For a few days, he did nothing but sleep as he recovered. It crossed his mind that he should see Lucy, but he didn't want to worry her. The injuries were minor and would heal quickly.

It was only when he could finally sit up without his ribs aching that he dressed (in some of the more modern clothes Sansa had him purchase). It was evening, which meant that she wouldn't still be at the office. When he arrived, he simply walked inside her home, as he had begun to do lately. The dogs came to greet him, recognizing his scent.]

Lucy?

[illuminescent]

[Most fortunately for Jon, Lucy has been so overwhelmed with work and with trying to puzzle out her feelings that she hadn't thought much about his absence. Although if she did know, she would have caused a fuss, mostly because she is a healer, and she thinks (she might) be (falling) in love with him.

Anyway.

Rufus comes down the hall with a quickness. Lucy follows; she still looks modern in an old-fashioned way, and it's clear she was at work only a few hours earlier.]

Jon!

[She smiles brightly when she sees him.]

I had not thought I would see you so soon!

[song_of_ice]

I should have come sooner.

[Gods, but he had worried for her during that battle. He had kept the defensive lines for De Chima, but she had been on his mind. Was she safe? Did she manage to find a place that was far from the heat of battle? It had been enough to distract him at the more pressing times.

He had lost a woman he loved once before. Losing Lucy would be the last tether to his soul.

He knelt to pet Rufus, Ghost following him inside as he sniffed at the other dogs. With his "hellos" finished, he moved to Lucy and drew her into a kiss.]

Are you well?

[illuminescent]

Well, yes, of course.

[Oh, a kiss.

She had spent most of month in her clinic, healing the people who came in from what had happened. It was fine, truly it was. She was never really in any danger, as much as she might have wanted to help more, that is where she was needed.]

I mean that in both regards.

[She winds her arms around his waist to hold him a moment, and then unwinds, reaches for his hand.]

I fear I have not spent much time outside my home this last month.

[song_of_ice]

[He flinched a little as she held him tightly, his ribs still a bit sore. His hand ran over her curls, the smell of her drifting up towards him like a soothing breeze. He felt like he could breathe again. This was the only soothing place he knew.]

Where were you during the attacks.

[There is so much guilt carried on his shoulders. He should have protected her, sent Ghost to be with her.

When she takes his hand, his mind snaps back to the present instantly.]

We could walk this evening? Give you a bit of fresh air?

a!

[helpline]

[ The person she walks into is the Doctor who gives Lucy a gentle little smile, seemingly not bothered that he got ran into in the slightest. ]

My question was just 'd'you need a cup of coffee?' I'm not a politician—in fact, I'm decidedly not a politician, I find all of that a bit rubbish and tiring, but I can only imagine talking to people for so long and having them tell you all the things you're doing right or wrong's got to be a bit more stressful than people realize.

[illuminescent]

[Oh.

She sees him and her smile softens, loses some of the politician edge. He is a friend, and she takes his hand to greet him, his hand in both of hers.]

My good Doctor.

It is most certainly tiring, I will concede that.

But I will not turn down such a generous offer.

[helpline]

[ As Lucy takes his hand, he squeezes hers gently, that smile still on his face. ]

Thankfully, there's a cafe a block or so from here that should still be open. Shall we?

[illuminescent]

Yes!

[She doesn't let go of his hand.]

I should be most glad to do so. You must tell me what you have been doing lately.

[helpline]

Not much! Which really, is something new and exciting for me. I haven't done nothing in ages, I can't wait to see how long I manage to take it.

[ like two of his friends are getting hitched, lay low before the wedding, he can totally do that, the Doctor believes in his ability to be calm and useful and stay out of trouble and this is really gonna last just a week or so but dammit, he's gonna try.

He's not letting go of Lucy's hand either. As long as she's holding his hand, he'll still hold hers. ]

[uncledad]

[It is business that puts Jaime in this elevator, in this city, with this woman. Jaime harbors no ill will to this foreign queen. At most, he harbors a benign interest. Jon Snow presents himself as a possible obstacle. To play the game, you find the pieces connected to him.

The trouble is, Jaime is only mildly interested in playing the game. Cersei is the one who likes to push around tokens. Tyrion is the one who likes to study. Jaime likes decimation on the battlefield--quick, easy, done.

All the same, the thought of Stark's bastard with some royal paramour is hilarious, in its way. Jaime favors Queen Lucy with a smile. A little sarcastic.]

Your Grace.

[He inclines his head. The whole thing lacks the fervent devotion of a real subject, more like a greeting given to a foreign dignitary. How strange it is, to say it to a woman who is not Cersei. Or the queen before her.]

Are you about your ambassador's duties today?

[Whatever those are. Jaime, for his part, is looking distinctly less scruffy than he was when last they met. The cut of his clothing is modern the sleeve of his jacket pinned up over the empty place where his hand should be. His beard and hair have both been trimmed, though of course not that the salon.]

[illuminescent]

[It is a most sensible greeting, because she does not expect the devotion from anyone here, and honestly said, she rarely even expects it in Narnia, although often it is given to her - one does not save a kingdom without developing a substantially devoted base of subjects.

Lucy looks, as she usually does, like a bit of a fashion oddity - never entirely modern, but certainly modern enough, with her sensible skirts that come to her calves and her smart little jackets that cover her up, but that's because it is winter and not for any modesty's sake. She looks forward to spring and summer with a fury.]

Ah, I should have hoped to say, yes, of course, but the honest truth is that I am here on occasion because I enjoy how the shop on the seventh floor cuts and pins my hair up.

Please, you must keep that bit of vanity to yourself.

[She says it with the teasing air of someone who doesn't really care if he tells the whole world.]

And you, my lord? Have you found this world to your liking?

[uncledad]

Not to worry. I can't imagine who I would tell your secret to.

[Mostly because it's womanly gossip, and not the kind of information worth selling. And Jaime isn't quite in the business of selling information. A spy master's subtleties is something far better left to others.

Some unseen bell gives a cheerful chime as the silver doors of the lift slide smoothly shut. There's a quiet clunk, the shiver of the floor--and then the contraption begins its descent. It will only be a few moment's time.]

Truthfully, I would find waking in my own bed better to my liking. [And before Locke took my hand. A vain wish, yet one he's often had, like a child. Little use in thinking it, and a far littler use in speaking it aloud.] As that seems unlikely to happen to me anytime soon, I'm growing accustomed to this country. Water that flows straight into a basin, rooms that need no heating, carriages that move without horses. Pizza. It's all very amazing.

[Which is why he sounds so droll and unimpressed.]

[illuminescent]

It is a very boring one, admittedly.

[As if she has ones anyone might be interested in (she doesn't think so). But then again. She looks up at him and puts her hands behind her back. Small talk, that's easily enough done.]

Oh! Pizza, yes, I find it a fascinating food, and likely the one thing that this place does better than Narnia. The desserts are not overly much better.

[She's about to say something else, she really is, when the elevator stops. So abruptly that her heart hammers out of beat, and she grabs for the rail in surprise.]

Sir-

[Do these fall? She doesn't know. But she looks around in wonder as the lights also go off, and she stares at the door.]

Is it...meant...to happen thusly?

[uncledad]

[Jaime has kept his balance without grabbing hold of any railings. His right arm has tensed, absurdly. He is already staring fixedly at the ceiling when the lights flicker and go out.

In the darkness of the small space, Jaime laughs.]

One of us has been here a great deal longer, my lady. How should I know what is meant to happen?

[A single light flicks on, above their heads. Its color is queer and cold and pale, and casts Queen Lucy's face in shadow. Jaime must look much the same. Craggier, probably. Less youthful.

The doors are quite close, and Jaime steps to examine them.]

If I had to guess, I would say no. I think this is wrong.

b [cracks knuckles] time to be terrible

[h2no]

Hey! Asshole!

[archie had been nearby at the food court when lucy's bag was snatched. he's so outraged that this would happen, he flips his table when he gets up.

ever the ladies man (ha), archie grabs her bags when he runs off following her. it's a little hard to keep up without the use of his arms, but he manages. pirates are known for their... stamina! when he gets close enough, archie yells a couple of obscenities and swings one of the bags at the thief, sending him sprawling.]

Shit, lady! I hope there was nothing fragile in there! [he drops them, then stands on the thief's calf.] You want I hold him down while ya punch his face in?

excellent

[illuminescent]

[What is happening. What is happening.

Lucy watches this go down and she's sort of shocked at both the use of her bag of shoes being used as a projectile weapon (well, those boots were rather heavy) and then by his suggestion. She's wheeling a bit and reaches for her purse.]

I do not think that much is...necessary, sir.

[h2no]

If you're sure...

[he grinds his foot on the thief, making him yell in pain.]

What do you say to the lady, ya sack of shit?

[illuminescent]

[The thief is yelling something about fuck you, and Lucy is already taking her purse and her boots and scowling, fiercely. Not how she intended this to go.]

I do not think that it very likely he will say anything more gentlemanly.

[h2no]

[archie responds by kicking him in the ribs, hard.]

Naw, guess not. Did you get all your stuff?

a. de chima.

[trouvaille]

No.

( it's neat and to the point - everything about gwen, upon more than somewhat misleading first impression, seems that way. the sway of her skirt's crisp pleats, bounce of tamed and styled curls, the matte leather of the bag she's righting under her shoulder as she steps back out of lucy's way, navigating backwards in high heels as naturally as ginger rogers. she does own flats, but better acquaintances would be forgiven for not believing it, as rarely as they ever walk out her front door.

she summons a smile, a moment later, like it's just occurred to her she maybe should-- )

I was just observing. I come to De Chima to shop, that's all.

[illuminescent]

Oh!

[Lucy's smile is the kind that crinkles her nose, and makes the light around her dance. Literally - it's a power. She does not seem bothered by this, and she nods, agreeably.]

I must recommend some shops for you, then, for there is very good shopping here.

[Said with the conspiratorial whisper of a pro.]

[trouvaille]

( as someone who, when not ruthlessly cloaked in illusion, catches light like a prism - gwen is not in a position to throw shade. this doesn't actually stop her from briefly and without malice but slight bemusement wondering if little bluebirds help this woman get dressed in the morning. )

Well - thank you, ambassador, I'd be very grateful.

( certainly curious as to what her picks would be - )

Are you going to be attending the Stormborn x Marq event? Speaking of style.

[illuminescent]

[Bluebirds are not involved, because that would suggest that Lucy hasn't been on a bird-killing spree lately. She does have an enormous dog, though. Sometimes he brings over a dress. And a reindeer named Bruce. Or Brent. It's still up for debate, their translator is rusty.]

Well, if I can be of any help.

[And then a nod.]

Oh, yes, I'm most looking forward to it. But this is not so fair, for you know my name, and I do not know yours.

[trouvaille]

Gwen Wynne-York,

( alas not in possession of a dog who she'd trust with the delicate fabrics she favours. putin will not like the noise she makes if she ever catches him with one of her dresses in his mouth, )

I've been familiarising myself with the different ambassadorial styles. I work for Ambassador Baelish, so it seems like a good thing to know a little bit about the offices I might need to liaise with.

( she's also not insensible to how thrilled not everyone is when they hear his name - which isn't always important, but when she's speaking to one of the other ambassadors, better to be out in front of any potential accusations of being misleading from anyone especially paranoid. you never know. )