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Date: 2024-10-20 10:03 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] maltesefalcon
Cerrit lingers late after a scheduled milita training, to catch Jean to talk. He's picking at his feathers on his neck and chest, straightening them. It's post-gala and post several talks they've each had. It's time to reach an accord between the two of them.

Date: 2024-10-20 10:18 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] maltesefalcon
"I wanted to inform you that I have been party to information about Dahlia and the Leeds family, that I have concealed. I wanted to explain why, and to promise you my honesty in the future." This is going to be a fun one. Cerrit is at his Most Civilized and Proper right now, to make Patia or Nydas or Loquatious proud.

Date: 2024-10-20 11:14 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] maltesefalcon
"I made a deal with Aster at his 'dinner party', that required me to keep secret information I learned about the Leeds family. I am no longer bound by that deal."

As he's done with everyone else, he leaves the ball in Jean's court, letting them decide if they want to ask what he got out of it.

Date: 2024-10-20 11:17 pm (UTC)
maltesefalcon: (Default)
From: [personal profile] maltesefalcon
"The sending stones. That's how we got the sending stones, and field communication established."

Date: 2024-10-20 11:26 pm (UTC)
maltesefalcon: (Default)
From: [personal profile] maltesefalcon
"Agent Jean, you remember well as I do, what it was like, operating before them."

It's a half-hearted defense. The disappointment makes sense. CT's bitterness makes sense. They should hold it against Cerrit.

Date: 2024-10-20 11:43 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] maltesefalcon
"Because you're a strategist, and because you organized, if not lead, the militia. The Enforcers know, you need to as well."

He's actually got the wondering in the back of his head, if this is news to Jean at all. After all, Jean is part of the Ocularum, with Crichton and CT.

Date: 2024-10-21 12:13 am (UTC)
maltesefalcon: (intimidation check)
From: [personal profile] maltesefalcon
"I think you and I have similar goals, at the end of the day. It's why I accepted the promotion from Kilbride; I want to dedicate myself and the constabulary to keeping peace. Actual peace."

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Date: 2024-10-21 01:23 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] abhorrently
It's been a few weeks since the gala - long enough for some fires to burn out, Town Hall to redistribute Dahlia's work, and for unease to set in. Thus, she calls, one afternoon.

"Jean. I was wondering if you'd care to come by, when you're next free."

That's the best way to start this.

Date: 2024-10-21 01:59 am (UTC)
abhorrently: (flight.)
From: [personal profile] abhorrently
"Purely social. No need to bring anything."

Here is her address. She picked the second floor because of the view.

Date: 2024-10-21 02:31 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] abhorrently
When she answers the door, there is a moment of an eyebrow raising, before she steps back to let them in.

"You look nice. Is the dress new?"

Date: 2024-10-21 02:58 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] abhorrently
The apartment is not the largest place, but pains have been taken to make it more individual, less stuck in the corpse of the last resident. There are comfortable furnishings in the main room - a deep blue couch that looks inviting, a rich red armchair, and a rug under the coffee table. A old quilt is flung over the couch, neither neat nor folded. Lamps that have been lit, though there is still a pair of candles burning in a dish. Fresher wallpaper on the walls, to set off the darker woods. A fern in a pot that seems to be torn between withering or trying to persevere, books on shelves that have no rhyme or reason to their order. A strange cabinet tucked in one corner, a circular mirror propped up on it, and a few items before it - three wrapped candies, a scrap of fabric like her dress at the Gala, and an interesting leaf.

Beyond all the efforts she's making to personalize this place, one thing might stand out more to them, though. On the walls, there is framed art, as there is in many of these places. But the contents have been exchanged - instead of paintings of places and people she does not know, they hold some sketches of things witnessed around the island.

Fragile things, one could say. The artstyle is unmistakable. Not all of them have been hung up, but it wouldn't be a miss to say that the others remain in the apartment.

The kitchen's also been repapered, and most of the dishes and the like were cleaned up, salvaged from elsewhere, and etc. No one needs matching sets, anyway. It's not the most unique place, but it's cared for, and that makes it different.

"Tea? I can try coffee as well, I've been working on bettering my version."

Jean makes it better, but she assumes that's out of practice.

Date: 2024-10-21 05:41 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] abhorrently
She goes to put the water on, and comes back when she notices Jean isn't with her, having lost them somewhere around the bookshelf. Yet, when she returns, she sees them staring at the frames, at their art on the wall.

"I still have the others. Just don't have a house big enough to hang them all up in."

They had been a gift, freely given. They are still. They feel better to look at than pictures of places she'll never go and people she'll never meet.

Date: 2024-10-21 06:35 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] abhorrently
"Now I can look at them as much as I like without worrying that somehow I'll damage them," she replies, a light smile on her face. "They mean a lot to me, both to have as a gift and to be able to decorate my space with."

She'll politely not mention how deeply this seems to be affecting them. It might make them self conscious.

"Is it still flattery if it's what your work deserves?"

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