http://cocksmanship.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] cocksmanship.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] tampered2008-01-26 02:33 pm

Log: Ongoing

When; Jan. 26 (night)
Rating; PG?
Characters; Open
Summary; The Inauguration Affair for the Co-Wardens blasts off with a sabering of the champagne.
Log;

[ooc: Open log for any chars who wish to attend, label threads as you wish as necessary. Let's try to keep physical confrontations at a minimum since the Police Force and Palace Staff will be providing security. Food and drink and entertainment provided! The announcement says midnight but obviously interaction can extend beyond that (backlogged, forelogged, and inbetween ♥)]

[identity profile] bee-dot-tee.livejournal.com 2008-01-27 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
"I am," she allowed. A smirk twisted her lips for an instant, then became the one of the many smiles she'd practiced in modeling classes. "I assume you're Prince Charming." She chuckled, took a sip of champagne. "Should I call you Warden Charming? Congratulations on your election, by the way."

[identity profile] bee-dot-tee.livejournal.com 2008-01-27 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
BT accepted his hand, gripped it firmly but gently. It wasn't so much a handshake as a caress, but there was neither tenderness nor genuine interest in the gesture. Hopefully, it wasn't obvious. Her lips quirked just a little, curving almost wickedly. But whatever amusement her lips had found, her eyes didn't share. "About Kaiba," she said in an undertone, "I wanted to thank you."

[identity profile] bee-dot-tee.livejournal.com 2008-01-28 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
BT contained her surprise at the gesture. Her eyebrows rose a fraction of an inch for an instant, but no more.

"The pleasure's all mine." She said, voice light and airy, just a trifle too airy. She made eye contact to drive in her point. Her voice dropped to a murmur. "Somehow, I doubt you helped me for no reason. I'll be needing an explanation someday soon."

[identity profile] bee-dot-tee.livejournal.com 2008-01-28 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
The only sign that she wasn't pleased with the answer was the way she narrowed her eyes for a fraction of an instant.

He was going to be a tough nut to crack. But then, she would have been disappointed if he hadn't been. She was going to have to put much more effort into this. Much more delicate effort.

"Mm, I feel the same way," she replied, striving to match his tone, her voice lifting a little in volume. Not enough to broadcast their conversation, of course not, but enough that she no longer seemed like she was trying to avoid eavesdroppers. She lifted her champagne glass, perhaps in a type of salute, before taking a sip. "Well, it was a pleasure meeting you."