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[restinglichface]

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Sup, nerd. I'm off doing something better with my time, so leave a message or whatever.

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forward dated to Christmas Day

[livemoore]

[ Outside of Lup's door is a wrapped gift, and inside is a bathtub caddy tray along with some bath bombs and bath oils - all stuff to chill out and relax. She also leaves a note: 'Hey, Lup! I know we only met recently but thanks for being there for me when I was honestly pretty down. I wasn't sure if you celebrated Christmas, but here are some presents. We can call them friend gifts if you'd rather? Anyway, thank you again. Sincerely, Liv.' ]

[ngah]

[Messily wrapped and with spikes poking through the paper, outside of Lup's door is a gift, messily marked "From Undyne" on the paper in bold marker.

The paper contains a spiked bat that looks pretty imposing... but it's just made of foam.]

text; afternoon of 2-6-2018

[livemoore]

Hey, you wanna come with me to a super formal 18th-century dinner party on Wednesday night?

[restinglichface]

oh hell yeah hun! count me in!
so how formal are we talking about here?

[livemoore]

18th-century ball gowns I'm pretty sure? It's a kind of wedding reception feast, thing. So, pretty fancy.

[restinglichface]

sounds a little snobby for my tastes
im much more into the less is more fashion camp
but im always down to try new shit
and if its with you itll be a blast
also a wedding? fuck yeah im so in
whos the lucky couple?

[livemoore]

Well, I mean. Claire's from the 18th century I guess it makes sense?

[ Kind, but that part isn't her story to tell, so she won't. ]

They're Scottish, we can drink whiskey all night or something. Her husband's name is Jamie, but I've never met him. Claire volunteers in the clinic.

[restinglichface]

hun
all u had to say was drink whiskey all night
thats literally all i needed to hear
im there with you for sure
as your plus one arm candy

[livemoore]

you're amazing, gorgeous, flawless, etc.

let's get drunk 18th-century style.

[restinglichface]

do we have to bring gifts or anything??

[livemoore]

Nah, they've been married forever, this is a renewal thing. But we're only going to the dinner. I think telling them thanks is the only real thing.

Also, we don't have to stay for the whole after dinner part? We can just go to a bar in our fancy clothes and have fun.

[restinglichface]

with you? its always all fun
count me in as your plus one babe

text;

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

Still up for that drink?

[restinglichface]

oh hell yeah
where we meetin?
gimme like 20 mins to get properly snatched

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

Deux Lux.
Don't feel like you have to make an effort just for me.

--> ACTION (unless you wanted to take this to the comm?)

[restinglichface]

oh hun its not all for you

[As promised, a few minutes over twenty she arrives, dressed fairly casually in shorts and a halter top, but her long hairs been wrapped up around her head, braided a little more fancy than how she normally wears it. And there's a definite spell cast that makes her hair twinkle in the light with every turn of her head.

Things have finally been going right in Wonderland for her. May as well dress up and feel good for once.]

Sup, my guy. Fancy meeting you in the flesh finally.

here's good for me if it is for you!

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

[Crowley, in all honesty, hasn't made much more of an effort than he normally would. That is to say, a black shirt, a red tie, a black jacket and black trousers with shoes that look a lot like snakeskin.

They may very well be snakeskin. They may not actually be shoes.

He raises both eyebrows at her when she appears, and puts out his cigarette with an idle flick of one hand.]

Likewise. I hope you can handle your liquor.

[restinglichface]

[She plops without introduction into the empty seat at his side, grinning.]

Guess you're about to find out, huh? [For her size, the elf can sure handle a fair amount of booze, but when she starts getting tipsy, he'll know it fast.]

So, what prompted this? Some shit go down or just feel like getting lost in liquor tonight?

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

Guess I am. [Someone who could keep up with him would be nice, after all.]

You miss the war declaration? Things like that are always good to get drunk over.

[restinglichface]

Would've been hard to miss. [To be honest, it's been on her mind a little too much as of late. She only just got her family back, after all. Lup's not ready for shit to head south.]

Think our team has any chance?

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

Mm. Hard to say.

[When they have their drinks, he goes on--] Pound for pound, we might have the advantage in strength. But too many people here have that pesky 'morals' thing going on.

[Crowley frowns, pushing his sunglasses up with the tip of one finger.] None of us can afford to hesitate.

[restinglichface]

Morals?

[There's no hiding the way her mouth curls at the word. Now, Lup has her own moral code for certain, and she's definitely against taking innocent lives, but this is kind of a different matter entirely.] You think folks are gonna get all broken up about killing mirrors and whatever the fuck else is coming to attack us? Ugh. What bullshit, but I can totally see it.

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

[A kindred spirit? Excellent. Crowley's starting to feel more and more like this wasn't too bad of an idea after all.]

That's exactly what I think. I don't like getting blood on my hands as much as the next person, but I will. [If that's what it takes, if he has to.]

I'd rather be alive to feel bad about it later.

[restinglichface]

Exactly! [Now that's a sentiment Lup can get behind. What's the point of dying and leaving their problems for someone else to deal with? She'd rather just get it done.]

Glad we're on the same page, but that doesn't exactly fix the issue. Think we should, I dunno, gather up like-minded folk and take out whatever mirrors pop up before the rest of Wonderland waffles about it and gets killed?