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spellbinders2017-12-11 09:41 pm
skincares) wrote in spellbinders2017-12-11 09:41 pm
it's beginning to look a lot like christmas. . .
Who: Carmilla and you!
Where: All around Shehui.
When: Days 161 - 167
Open/Closed: Open! Very open! HMU at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
goatsong if you want a prompt that's not here! You can never be late ;^)
Warning for potential NSFW.
(A) - COINS!
Where: All around Shehui.
When: Days 161 - 167
Open/Closed: Open! Very open! HMU at
Warning for potential NSFW.
(A) - COINS!
(1)(B) - ANMUNG TOWER
[In the end, Carmilla acquiesces to doing menial work. She's unhappy about it -- what noblewoman wouldn't be aghast at the situation? -- but she understands what she has to do. Money is power and money is what will keep her here. Even if she must submit to tasks she openly and spitefully disdains, she'll lose less face than if she were kicked out. Throughout the week she can be seen working some less labor-intensive jobs, though it's clear her heart isn't into it. She doesn't seem keen on paying close attention to detail. If anything, she seems to be taking a lot of breaks?! Hopefully you aren't her coworker.]
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[--and, if you're lucky, you may catch her at Coins!
The casino isn't where you'd expect to find such a cranky woman, but she must find some other way to amuse herself, now that fighting and killing are options beyond her. She makes sure to dress up whenever she goes out. Carmilla doesn't have much choice in attire so she keeps it simple: a coat (most likely furred) with some manner of high heels that click loudly as she walks. Her favorite seems to be the poker. Classic. If you happen to be about and you pass by her table, you may catch her watching you. Meet her gaze and she'll only give a small smile before glancing at the seat beside her.
The invitation is clear.
Will you play?]
[... someone is doing a little late Christmas shopping. Carmilla can be seen comparing gifts, though what she picks out looks more suited for an entourage of dancers than actual clothes...? There's no way someone would wear something so gaudy in real life! One of the stands is selling a polka-dotted clown costume. Carmilla pinches its sleeve, lifting it ever so slightly with a wrinkle of her nose.](C) - CAT CAFE? CAT CAFE.
My. This is hideous. Yes, I think this will suit them just fine.
[... who exactly is she shopping for...? Shouldn't you put more care into gifts?!]
[If you're visiting your local cat cafe, you'll notice that some weird, white-haired woman has been lingering outside like some pale ghost. She doesn't stand there. Of course not. That'd be too obvious. But she's definitely passed the premises at least three times in the past half hour. She fakes being interested in a pamphlet or in the scenery, but as she passes by she will always sneak a glance into the cafe.(D) - SANTA, BABY - POSSIBLE NSFW OPTION
... could it be that she wants to come in...?
Oh! It seems as though she's finally stopped in front of the cafe's menu. But judging by the look on her face, she's awfully conflicted. Why?]
[Escorts were an overlooked population. Nobody liked to talk openly about sex work -- not unless you were crass or shameless or both. There's no law against it but Carmilla knows the shame frequently assigned to the communities. Those who recognize her may start to see her heading towards the red district-esque areas of Shehui. It's never for the company offered. If anything, she seems to take more interest in the shops. Particularly those selling BDSM gear. After some time, she's struck up some form of acquaintanceship with one of the shop owners. If you're in the area (for whatever reason), you'll spot her chatting freely with said owner, looking absolutely comfortable as they discuss this and--]
These decorations are heinous.
[So saying, she puts a hand on the large cutout Santa in front of the shop and gives it a push, just to show her disdain.
Better watch out for kinky Santa! Don't let him hit you!
ooc: if you want the nsfw option mention it in the comments and i'll pp you to work out the details!]
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idc if our last threads not done cats are my life okit's been scientifically proven that all nohrians are cat people, so once camilla made sure a cat cafe wasn't a place where cats were, well, you knnow, she penciled in a time to visit it on her day off. being a barista is...hard work... she doesn't hate it, but if she had the choice between eating a spoonful of dirt and going to work, the dirt would look very appealing.so when she arrives at the cat cafe, she looks as happy as someone with half their face covered can. as she turns to look at the menu, the day only gets better because here's her wonderful new mentally stable friend!!! ]
Why, Lady Carmilla! What a wonderful surprise! Are you here to see the cats and kittens as well?
[ she hardly notices carmilla tsuning the heck out, and is doing that thing where people stand really close to you and kind of herd you into a place so you feel socially obligated to go with them because it'd just be weird and awkward if you didn't. into the cafe they go... ]
Come come, why don't we spend time together here? My treat, darling.
[ tl;dr they go inside im sorry this tag is a novel ]
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Which is to say...! Carmilla doesn't expect Camilla to appear out of nowhere! She startles visibly and opens her mouth as if to protest, but by the time she's able to get a semblance of a word out, she's already ushered into the establishment. No, she's really not ready for this...!]
Camilla-- [For a moment her tone is a tad too sharp before she remembers that they're supposed to be friends. Deep breath in.] No, I... heard their menu was acceptable.
[she wanted to see the cats]
I didn't think you'd frequent this area.
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[ camilla says that as if she's somehow under a fun deficit... after accepting the table for two they were given, camilla finally finds her chill. ]
See, isn't this lovely? Look, even the foods are themed after cats. I do hope they come our way to play soon.
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[She says it incredulously. Shy is the furthest thing from what she is. Shy is for blushing maidens who eagerly awaited a man's response to their overwrought love letters. Shy is for rabbits. Shy doesn't describe a woman of the Bathory house -- especially not Carmilla. Her being caught off-guard wasn't a matter of shyness...!
That's more or less the thought process running through Carmilla's head as she allows herself to be herded to the table by Camilla. She shoots a dirty look at the poor waiter, who's eager to scurry off under the pretense of preparing some drinks.
... it's not as though Carmilla hasn't had tea with someone before. Wu Zetian was always happy to save a spot for her at the table, though their conversations weren't exactly normal to the layperson. But there was some distance afforded in discussions of one's "hobbies." Quite frankly, Carmilla can't remember the last time she sat down and spoke with someone for the sake of making conversation.
(Former Master aside. That girl was certainly something else. No one could quite match her stubbornness to nose into all her Servant's affairs.)
She folds her hands in front of her. Casts a quick glance over a menu she's become oh-so-familiar with the past half hour before shifting her gaze to the cats slinking about. Yes. The cat theme was part of why she came. Despite who she is now, there were aspects of her past self that were difficult to shake off.]
... they're picky creatures.
[she really wants one to come over]
Unless we feed them, I doubt they'll solicit our company.
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instead, she hums in thought, watching the cats, so close and yet so far away... ]
Quite right. Regardless of how tame they are, we still need to gain their trust, don't we? Cats aren't like foolish dogs, who will run up to anyone and anything, after all.
[ while glancing at the menu once more-- ]
We can even order treats... My, salmon sounds superb right now, and I bet our little friends would enjoy being spoiled a little bit.
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[She glances about the cafe once more, as if ascertaining her surroundings.]
Indeed. Perhaps... we could pester one of these lazy waiters for some catnip, to top it off.
[Oh, look. She's slowly warming up!]
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Excellent idea. I'll summon one right away. Just watching them isn't enough for me.
[ with a honeyed smile, camilla draws a nervous waitress over to take their orders. just as she leaves, much to camilla's delight, a pair of furballs, one ginger and one grey, begin to slink towards them. score!! ]
Oh, finally, here they come!
[ and cue her leaning down to offer the suspicious baby angels a hand to sniff. ]
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The cats are completely comfortable with Camilla's presence, as they're used to strangers cooing over them. It doesn't take long before the ginger cat rubs her fuzzy cheeks against the princess's hand, purring all the while.
Slowly, Carmilla lowers herself to the floor beside Camilla. She doesn't try to entice them to her -- she's more dignified than that -- but it seems like she doesn't have to. The grey cat has come sniffing about to see whether there's food with Carmilla.]
How very small and delicate they are.
[The words slip out of her without thought. It's not what most people would say about cats. But seeing how friendly they are, how trusting -- they've truly adjusted to a domestic life.
With the gentlest touch, she reaches out and scratches behind the cat's ear.]
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but first, to A+ rank with these cats... camilla wagers seeing its little friend getting the gentlest of little pets makes it jealous, because suddenly it does that awkward thing cats do where it tries too hard to nuzzle camilla's knee and ends up tumbling over onto its back. ]
Aren't they?
[ camilla says this with a chuckle as she attempts righting the poor cat. it seems more interested in trying to eat its own tail now. ]
Moreso than human children. I can't help but feel compelled to take care of them, and protect them.
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Children are... noisy. Cats are animals. Much, much easier to control, so long as you learn their behaviors.
[Guess who isn't a fan of people??]
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[ camilla can't blame her, honestly. it's a common attitude among the military, and if you asked her if she wanted kids right here, right now!!!, she would have to decline at the moment. some day!!! but not now...... ]
Children do take a toll on the body and mind, and you are far too beautiful for to chance the aftereffects of pregnancy.
[ a wink. ]
Though, I must say, seeking to control cats would make for a frustrating relationship. Their appeal comes from their wild independence, don't you think?
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I never gave it much thought.
[She says it casually. Their independence was their selling point, was it?]
Regardless of how independent they may act, they're still dependent creatures. Humans have ensured that, in the end.
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How very true... I suppose that's how humans are. We breed wild animals into companion pets, after all. These little cats used to be ferocious beasts, after all. Isn't that right?
[ she gives the cat she's playing with another smoosh; another cat doesn't seem to like that, because this one stalks up to them with a yowl. ]
Yes you were, little baby. You would eat us both right now if you could, right silly boy?
[ smooshy cat just kind of rolls over dumbly.... but at least it gives camilla time to smile at carmilla at her side. ]
Humans are social creatures though, some more than others. Personally, I am someone who needs to be needed. Being alone again is not something I ever want to experience. How about you?
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...
Has she forgotten to answer? Or did she not hear Camilla? Either way, no response comes. The cat has fallen asleep.]
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carmilla though-- maybe not so much. maybe a light in her life hasn't quite appeared. ]
Carmilla, darling.
[ she gives the other woman a nudge with her shoulder. ]
We are human beings before we are nobles. There is no shame in the answer being 'yes.'
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For a moment there's a wicked fire in them, the look of an animal seeing a challenger intruding upon its territory with the full intent to hurt. It's little more than a brief flicker before it's extinguished by a carefully neutral expression. Carmilla gives a small smile.]
I beg your pardon.
[Her tone is sweet.]
I didn't quite hear you. These cats are quite adorable. What were you saying?
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but, camilla is only so smart, and only thinks with her heart anymore, so her smile never wavers. nobility can poison the mind, after all, so it isn't all that surprising to her anyway. but still. ]
You would ignore me in favor of a few cats?
[ camilla's tone is playful as always, typical as ever, and just as typical is the way she turns to embrace carmilla. hopefully carmilla likes boobs and nuzzling and being smooshed!!!!!! ]
My heart breaks, Carmilla! What must I do to make you adore me so much that you would even ignore the cutest of cats in favor of me? I would do the same for you, you know.
[ the cats want in on the action too, even sleepy mcsleeperson, and start crawling on their laps and headbutting them. ]
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U-Unhand me! What are you doing!!
[Carmilla isn't used to physical contact. Nobody in her family pampered her or treated her kindly. She was to be Lady Bathory - a symbol, not a person. And so she became Lady Bathory. To be so openly touched by another person--
Her face is bright red.]
I gave you no permission to touch me--!