WHAT I LEARNED IN BOATING SCHOOL IS -

[prosecutory]

TEST DRIVE MEME



HOW IT WORKS:

► STEP 1 | Post a comment with a character that's not in HH as if they're already in the setting; alternative version, post character who is in HH. Scenarios if you need 'em!
► STEP 2 | Tag around and get a feel for your characters, whether you're just voice testing or planning to actually app them in!
► STEP 3 | Post this all over your plurk and get people to join in on this jolly good fun. Don't forget: it's mandatory.

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[vintage_magic]

[Being a witch tends to mean a lot of late night brewing and spellcasting by moonlight. So Lily is something of a night owl. Even if not all of her magic works at the moment and her herbs are being used more for cooking than casting these days, it doesn't mean that she's grown out of the habit of a little midnight gardening.]

[Stepping out of the house with a gardening apron tied over her vintage dress, she turns her head looking for the speaker, finally catching sight of him on the roof and raising an eyebrow at him.]

A strange thing to hear from a man crouching on my roof like a gargoyle. [It reminded her of her familiar doing something similar.] What in tarnation are you doing up there?

[revulsionandderision]

["tarnation"? weird. like him. but in a different way that actually confuses him. what is A Tarnation anyway? his lip curls up in a snarl, and he looks away, pouting a little bit.]

Watching. What are you doing out at night? It's dangerous.

[well, he assumes it's dangerous. he's out, after all.]

[vintage_magic]

[She's not completely sure what to make of him. He doesn't sound drunk even if climbing onto someone else's roof seems like the kind of ill-advised activity a man might pursue after a few too many glasses at the local bar.]

Watching what? The stars? [She waves the trowel in her hand around a bit, continuing to look up at him.] I can take care of myself and it's more dangerous up there, I reckon. What if you fall and break something?

[revulsionandderision]

[the town should be grateful he doesn't drink excessively-- he'd do an awful lot of damage in a short amount of time. bristling a bit, he leans over the edge to look at her better, huffing.]

Don't worry about what I'm doing. And I won't break anything. Your house will be fine. I didn't hurt anything getting up here...

[vintage_magic]

[He's a grumpy one, isn't he? What's got him so out of sorts anyway? Lily frowns as he leans over, hoping he has decent balance.]

I don't mean the house. I mean you. Even if it's only one story, that doesn't mean a fall wouldn't hurt and I'd rather not have to give you stitches.

[revulsionandderision]

[he was born grumpy, and he will die grumpy. such is the nature of the beast.]

I've had worse from higher spots. I told you not to worry about what I'm doing, anyway. [a rumble.] Why do you care about my safety?

[vintage_magic]

[Hands on her hips now, there's another quirk of an eyebrow.]

You make a habit out of scaling other people's homes? And I'd just rather not see folks needlessly hurt.

[revulsionandderision]

My castle. Not someone's house.

[she gets no more explanation than that. the second bit gets him to shift around a bit, a bit uncomfortable with the fact she's aggressively caring. this is so new...]

...Well, then. Thank you. But I'll be fine.

[vintage_magic]

Castle? As in "A man's home is his castle"?

[He couldn't mean a literal castle, could he? His clothes did seem a bit old-fashioned even compared to her vintage wardrobe. And this place did seem to have it's share of strange people.]

So, why are you here instead of on your own roof?

[revulsionandderision]

...No. An actual castle.

[and what kind of phrase was that? he was going to have to use that now, maybe. it sounded like the sort of thing belle would say, but it didn't sound as nice coming from Tarnation Woman.

he grumbles a little, and frowns at her.]

There's no reason to be on my roof. [duh.] Your roof isn't the only one I've been on, but you're the only one who's... caught me. [yeah, be embarrassed, you grumbly nerd.] Anyway, I told you earlier, I'm watching... It's dangerous to be out at night.

[vintage_magic]

You lived in a real castle?

[Okay, now she's a bit curious... Maybe he's from Europe? Or a fanciful rich guy who had a place built to look like a castle?]

Watching for what? Thieves? I reckon most folks would be more alarmed to find that a stranger was climbing up onto their roof. They might think you're a burglar and call the police on you.

[revulsionandderision]

...Yes. [he doesn't know what to follow up with-- "it used to be beautiful" or "i hated it" or "you didn't?", so he doesn't say anything more.

he hums again, and then sighs.]

I don't know what the police is. [so whatever it is, he doesn't care.] I'm watching for something. Stars. People. Animals. What does it matter?