( closed ) life like the unplumbed sea;

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WHO: Elysium & friends(?)
WHAT: This is now just a catch-all for everything
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: 2024
WARNINGS: Blanket warning for possible explorations of dark themes in general, please tread at your own risk. I will, however, endeavour to include specifics in headers if applicable.

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[ since my last tag had too many words, apparently ]

Unless you would've preferred that I left you there, I was subtle up until you got hit by the truck.

[ He shakes his head with a shrug, feigned exasperation. Are they talking about work or are they talking about parties…? The answer is yes.

These double entendres are so much, man. ]

Too bad for you, that would go against my personal code of conduct. Are you quite done venting out your frustrations? This wouldn't be the first time you've seen me at work—this really shouldn't be a surprise to you.

[frostfist]

[ Damn, he is just stating a fact? ]

You don't want to see me when I'm actually venting out my frustrations. [ Is it better or worse than Callist in his torture dungeon? Stay tuned. ] But fine, I'm not so powerful here that I can afford to turn down any partnerships, regardless of who they're from.

[ Though maybe they should discuss this someplace that isn't a dark alley? He did abandon his poor tornado potato and now he's hungry and X kryptos shorter, to boot. Time to make up for it with better food. ]

But if we're going to discuss this seriously, perhaps we should take this somewhere else?

[ Like over tea, maybe. ]

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Wow, that almost sounds like an invitation.

[ One that he'd be more interested in taunting out of Wriothesley if he didn't just play with fire, yeah. Considering Wriothesley's past occupation, maybe he shares more in common with Callisto than he'd rather think about at the moment… ]

… But I doubt we have the luxury of time at the moment, so we'll have to raincheck, sorry to say. [ with his hands clasped together, he winks. ] At least, in favour of our more pressing priorities. Over takeout back at our temporary base? That'd be our most secure location.

[frostfist]

[ Stop, he has a girlfriend, he can't be unfaithful to her. ]

Fine by me. [ It beats the food back at the cafeteria, so. ] I'll even let you pick the food.

[ And then they went back and talked about Crime(TM), with Elysium leading the way so Wriothesley can stare at the round globes of his ass. The end. ]