but anyway, klavier is here in the futuristic nexus hotel lobby. when wriothesley passes by towards the reception desk, klavier actually reaches over and taps his shoulder for his attention. the way he leans back suggests that he would like to talk with him elsewhere, away from the robots. ]
Ah, excuse me. [ he nods downward. ] I do admire your sense of fashion, but permit me to ask—those handcuffs. Are they only for show?
[ the way he couldn't bring his actual handcuffs so i have to pretend he picked up a pair at a sketchy shop somewhere....tears up
but regardless here they are in the hotel lobby, two guys standing five feet apart because they're definitely not gay (bc they're bi). wriothesley looks a little surprised by how openly klavier is asking about his handcuffs, but weirder things have happened. ]
I do know how to use them, if that's what you're asking. Why, interested in a demonstration?
also whoa. klavier's brows lift, but thankfully for us both, he doesn't ask for the context behind that question. (would he cuff him in a sexy way? or unsexy way?)
instead, he gives a small laugh and shakes his head. ]
A demonstration on someone other than me, perhaps, if needed. I'm attempting to have a word with the one responsible for our incident earlier and whoever else directed our train to take off with our belongings.
Nein. I have done my fair share of investigating our little robot attendants to no avail. If you were, say, a fellow man of the law, I would like to ask for any information you have.
[ where is my fantasy german in genshin--wait that's mondstadt. too bad he's never been there. the nein makes him raise an eyebrow, but he makes no comment on it. ]
I'm afraid I don't see much legal action these days, but I'd be happy to help where I can. Anything in particular you'd like to know?
Anything useful about the patrons of our little vacation. Who they are, how to contact them... Also, if you manage to get in contact with anyone outside of this biome, let me know as well, ja?
[ he offers his hand. ]
Klavier Gavin is my name. Prosecutor. While the band is no more, perhaps you've heard of the Gavinners?
[ with a nice polite smile as he takes that hand and gives it a nice firm shake: ]
I'm afraid I haven't. But I'd be happy to listen to a selection of your music any time.
[ does klavier have his guitar here. has he found sixty replacement guitars. ]
And I'm afraid I haven't managed to learn anything from our hospitable staff either. They're not very talkative and unfortunately I don't speak machine.
[ hope they've both recovered from their traumatic deaths because it's time for!!!!!
the fabled dinner date. which may or may not lead to bang. wait i remembered our curfew slumber party movie night. this will not lead to bang.
unfortunately if i have to take them to a fancy french restaurant i'll die so i guess it's going to be at a (throws dart) little indian place, because i think white men should suffer some spice, as a treat for me.
their little robot server has come and gone, with wriothesley ordering a (throws second dart) goat curry at a spice level of 1 (because he's feeling spicy) (but that [spoilers] will still kill him). i leave klavier's order in your hands. ]
Can't say I've ever tried something like this before.
[ this ain't no poissonchant pie, that's for sure... ]
[ the gy slumber party/us screening ft. john wick that never happened... tears up. they can bang
AN INDIAN RESTAURANT? YOU'D KILL THESE MEN AGAIN? klavier orders butter chicken and rice only because he's probably had it before and knows it won't kill him. bon appetit. appettit? appetitt? ]
now they have! klavier opens the door a crack to see who this is before it opens wide. he gives a little sigh of relief, like he'd expected some other misfortune to come knocking. ]
[ i really gave you this shower pc and then abandoned it for two days ]
Every vacation has its ups and downs.
[ and sometimes those downs are dying and then being forced to dance for four hours. a broken shower is nothing compared to that. though he does pause when he sees that klavier is still in his previous outfit. ]
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but anyway, klavier is here in the futuristic nexus hotel lobby. when wriothesley passes by towards the reception desk, klavier actually reaches over and taps his shoulder for his attention. the way he leans back suggests that he would like to talk with him elsewhere, away from the robots. ]
Ah, excuse me. [ he nods downward. ] I do admire your sense of fashion, but permit me to ask—those handcuffs. Are they only for show?
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but regardless here they are in the hotel lobby, two guys standing five feet apart because they're definitely not gay (bc they're bi). wriothesley looks a little surprised by how openly klavier is asking about his handcuffs, but weirder things have happened. ]
I do know how to use them, if that's what you're asking. Why, interested in a demonstration?
[ haha jk. unless....? ]
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also whoa. klavier's brows lift, but thankfully for us both, he doesn't ask for the context behind that question. (would he cuff him in a sexy way? or unsexy way?)
instead, he gives a small laugh and shakes his head. ]
A demonstration on someone other than me, perhaps, if needed. I'm attempting to have a word with the one responsible for our incident earlier and whoever else directed our train to take off with our belongings.
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but wriothesley will appropriately read the room and straighten a little, expression turning serious. ]
Have you managed to get a hold of them already?
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ah, good. klavier shakes his head. ]
Nein. I have done my fair share of investigating our little robot attendants to no avail. If you were, say, a fellow man of the law, I would like to ask for any information you have.
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I'm afraid I don't see much legal action these days, but I'd be happy to help where I can. Anything in particular you'd like to know?
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[ he offers his hand. ]
Klavier Gavin is my name. Prosecutor. While the band is no more, perhaps you've heard of the Gavinners?
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I'm afraid I haven't. But I'd be happy to listen to a selection of your music any time.
[ does klavier have his guitar here. has he found sixty replacement guitars. ]
And I'm afraid I haven't managed to learn anything from our hospitable staff either. They're not very talkative and unfortunately I don't speak machine.
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the fabled dinner date. which may or may not lead to bang. wait i remembered our curfew slumber party movie night. this will not lead to bang.
unfortunately if i have to take them to a fancy french restaurant i'll die so i guess it's going to be at a (throws dart) little indian place, because i think white men should suffer some spice, as a treat for me.
their little robot server has come and gone, with wriothesley ordering a (throws second dart) goat curry at a spice level of 1 (because he's feeling spicy) (but that [spoilers] will still kill him). i leave klavier's order in your hands. ]
Can't say I've ever tried something like this before.
[ this ain't no poissonchant pie, that's for sure... ]
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AN INDIAN RESTAURANT? YOU'D KILL THESE MEN AGAIN? klavier orders butter chicken and rice only because he's probably had it before and knows it won't kill him. bon appetit. appettit? appetitt? ]
Goat, or curry?
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klavier is a wise man for choosing something that probably won't kill him. too bad the meal offerings down in meropide are so limited. ]
Curry. My meals back home are usually a little less....varied.
[ insert long essay about supply chain problems. ]
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Is that a personal decision, or if there something else going on where you live?
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[ where does he live.....? great question. in the meantime, he will stick a spoon into his goat curry. ]
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[ asks outright while he goes ahead and eats! ]
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[ takes a bite of his own curry! immediately launches into a series of coughs. ]
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Wriothesley?
[ WAITS FOR HIM TO STOP... HELP.... pushes his water glass towards him?? ]
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anyway. there's a knock on klavier's cabin. i assume they would have told each other where they're living by now. ]
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now they have! klavier opens the door a crack to see who this is before it opens wide. he gives a little sigh of relief, like he'd expected some other misfortune to come knocking. ]
Wriothesley. What can I do for you?
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[ well. he is gross. thanks ty. ]
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Of all days for it to break. Quite the vacation we're having, ja?
[ he steps aside to invite wriothesley past him. ]
Go on. Feel free to use any products already there.
[ wriothesley might notice that klavier himself hasn't changed or showered yet, but he's leaving that unsaid. he'll go after. ]
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Every vacation has its ups and downs.
[ and sometimes those downs are dying and then being forced to dance for four hours. a broken shower is nothing compared to that. though he does pause when he sees that klavier is still in his previous outfit. ]
You don't want to go first?
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[ he waves a hand. ]
Just wake me when you're done.
[ val if you're embarrassed you can let wrio shower and we can end this ]
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If you're tired, I can just slip out when I'm done.
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he shakes his head. ]
I don't want to burn beneath the sun outside. You'd be doing me a favor to wake me.
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