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[wandbreaker]

When; Saturday, January 28th, nighttime
Characters; All are welcome! Open log, just specify if it's an open thread or not or if there are 4th wall rules for your character in the comment or subject line! (4th wallers also welcome~)
Summary; The Blue Light's one chilling hangout; good music, good food, and a spectacularly crabby owner who is even letting in under-18s for the 4th Wall weekend.
Log;

Edmund is actually at work tonight - he hopes a member of his family might show up, but he's also wondering who else might show up. He's made sure that he's well staffed for the extra crowds and well stocked, no less.

He just hopes nothing gets out of control.

And of course, that a member of his family shows up, looking for him.

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[wishrot]

[ Oh, Josias, you silly pussycat. You're always the boy she's waiting for, haven't you figured that out by now?

For all that Josias is on edge, however, Ladybird seems equally unfazed by their latest excursion. With a tiny white hand she pats the bit of booth beside her, welcoming him to sit if he's so inclined. ] She'll be none the wiser, Josias. I've done my homework, for once, can you believe it? You needn't worry; she'll hardly miss us.

[striping]

Hardly. [He knocks back the other half of the whiskey before slumping into the seat she's offered - utterly graceful in the movement, despite how truly lazy it is, and despite the fact that was not his first glass.] That is: I hardly believe it.

[He shakes his head, half at the idea of Circe not noticing, half at himself for being so concerned over it. He hated being caged; he should be jumping at the chance to be free, and yet, here he was, fretting like an old woman over being cannibalised.]

Any missing at all will be enough, from what I've been told.

[wishrot]

[ With Josias properly plonked beside her, Ladybird doesn't hesitate to curl against his side, her heart a fluttery warmth pressed against his arm as she traces the shell of his ear with the tip of her finger. Moody little tiger, let this little bug cheer you up.

Unfazed by his mood, she bats her red lashes at him and purses her red, red mouth. Ladybird's voice is as singsong as always. ]

And from what I've been told, there'll be no missing at all. We'll be returned to the moment we were plucked in the first place. Right as rain. Safe as houses. The utter lot, Josie dear.

[striping]

[It is nice to have Ladybird against his side, giving him all the attention and affection his kittycat ego needed, but even with her warmth and the warmth of the alcohol in his gut, he won't let go of his sullenness quite so easily. And that is truly all it is, not one of his tempers or the cold fits where he just wanted to be alone, but a sulk - juvenile to the point that his lower lip is even threatening to stick out.]

Well then, there doesn't seem to be much point to this little trip at all.

[wishrot]

[ He wouldn't be Josias St. John, moods and claws and biting remarks and all, if it weren't for the occasional sulk. It simply endears Ladybird more, to be honest, to know such a proud and vein creature can be as petulant as she is. There were, in so very many ways, two peas in a quite rotten pod (though that's as much the witch's fault as their own). Ducking forward, she plants a little peck of a kiss on the lobe of his ear. Her hair tickles at the side of his face — a bright ginger bramble of curls. ]

When the witch is away, the cat will play, [ she says, her voice sulking in playful immitation of his face. ] Where's your sense of fun?

[striping]

Missing. [Stated completely seriously for a moment as he examines the bottom of his glass, quite sorry to find it empty. But there is always the option to head back to the bar and get more, and, well, what Circe doesn't know won't hurt her, will it?]

Kidnapped, maybe, whisked away to some strange clockwork city. [His examination turns to her, instead, his tone turning to a dramatic whisper, like a secret to be shared as he admires the shape of her mouth.] It will need an epic quest to rescue it, I fear.

[wishrot]

[ Ladybird's hand moves to cover Josias's around the body of his glass and then, deftly, plucks the detestable thing from his grasp, depositing it on the table and reclaiming the now empty hand for her very own. She slides it over the round of her knee, bare beneath the wispy fabric of her skirts.

When Josias looks at her mouth, she offers him a nasty little smile. Bait for a tiger's maw. ] An epic quest, he say. Where on earth shall we find one of those, I wonder.

[striping]

Well, you appear to be implying that it's up your skirt. [Which isn't a bad prospect for an epic quest, he has to admit. His glances away from her mouth for a moment, down to his hand where she's placed it on her knee. He strokes his thumb over the skin slowly, before looking back to her, his hand drifting further up under the light fabric of her dress. His tone turns shocked - scandalised, even.] Did you kidnap it, Ladybird? My sense of fun.