*Hearing the Male call out a greeting, I simply look at Him with coal black eyes. A slight nod is given. Strangers are usually not welcome in the Plains camps, so it would seem that this One must be known to the Outrides, but.....

He is not know to Me*

Lounge
drink. a toast.
It had been a busy day but didn't think I got much done.

Watching

The Vosk River
* sh3 started to settle a bit when she could ser nothing around the skiffs ...and no m8vmebt within the reeds ... she finally let's out the breath she didn't even know she was holding ... twirling a loose curl with her ring finger ...

Rehearsals
Oh, he knows he's talented and you love him. Which is about the highest praise there is actually. But your opinions of him might be higher than his own.

"I'll say it as often sa you want to hear it. It's the truth." Which he heartily believes. He can't imagine what it's like, really, doing the writing - it's never been his gift. But he's been reading and giving feedback and cheering you on the whole time, so he knows how important it is.

A beaming smile as he gets the reaction he was hoping for, before giving an exaggerated sigh at his 'failure' and instead sticking them into his food. "You're too wily for me."

You look incredible. Also, professional. The heels look stellar, for sure.

"We've got to." It's this weird, visceral discomfort for him, the idea of showing up to an audition and being bad. So he's just as glad they've missed them.

You get a sheepish grin. "Of course you do." You are the organized part of this duo, and they both know it. He carefully squares the papers on the table and sets them back down.

"Are we talking face that launches a thousand ships, or just horrifically memorable?" Tone very serious, even as the pale blue of his eyes twinkle with amusement.

A sound that is part laugh, part (deeply fake) offense at the headshot you flip to. "Rude!"

Professional or not, he is absolutely reaching for you to tickle you. You are asking for it. He is laughing while he does it, though.

looking in

(in for approximately 1 Ahn)

Tal

It is Jarl!

Yes I have come far.

Stopping in after another busy day…hoping my pal found her musical treat

Corpo Plaza
Her gaze lingers on your grin when you direct it at her and wake up all the butterflies in her belly when you lean in the way you do, reassuring her that she's thinking right when she tells you that she's no longer going to prioritize vengeance over caring about the people in her life. To be important to you is more than she thinks she deserves, but she she looks at you and you say those words, she believes you. How could she not when you've shown up for her the way you have so many times.

Another smile from you and that warmth deepens on her cheeks and she has to direct her attention elsewhere, so she opens her water so she can sip, her pink mouth sinful, the delicate column of her throat working as she swallows and her gaze strays back to you. Her lips glisten as she takes the bottle away and she notes that purse of your lips.

The ground underfoot shifts from planks to slabs and she navigates from one to the other easily on deadly heels that still don't match her height to yours. Her chin dips as she listens, following along about Nobu and someone whose name she's heard before, Iridia, will plant false data about you. What a relief that they will be able to protect your career, and you.

So clever to put milder incriminating data to smokescreen them.

A glance at you when you say you'd still get in trouble, but not enough to lose your job, worry flickering under the heat of her gaze as her steps slow a little so she can look at you while you talk about something so serious.

"Me?"

This is the most nervous she thinks she's ever seen you, and she saw you take down a cyberpsycho in a crowd and she couldn't convince you to flinch at the idea of going out the Badlands with Nobu to gawk at cannibals.

Of all the things she thought you might say, she was not prepared this and it halts her steps.

Her grip on her water bottle is tight and she bows her head so her hair falls forward to curtain her face as she thinks, thinks, thinks, thinks.

Thinks.

And she feels a humming tremble inside.

It's not so different from the way she lived, though she'd been with you longer than any of the men Guillermo had placed her with.
She already knew no one would care and that NCPD wouldn't do a thing about it even if it was illegal, but it stings to have that confirmed.

None of that is important, though. What is eating at her now is...... "They'll think you're like them. They'll think you are like Guillermo."

Her hand presses against her chest, palm flat and fingers splayed, the other hand clutching her bottle tightly.

She shakes her head as her eyes find you, "Of course.. I'll corroborate that. Of course... but... they'll think you're... like them."

*A soft nod given in Your direction as the smile is noted, staying in place for now*

Vosk River Delta

You've come far, Master ..

Audience
Audience
~Returning after a long absence to read the cork and get caught up on things~

Vosk River Delta
He surfaced between the Skiffs quietly and took the knife from between his teeth and cut the first tethe. Then it came. It was not as bad as he thought it would be, but it was there. It was not long after he felt another sink in. Tiny bites were being taken from his body and legs. He bit his tongue to not cry out and and blood trickled from his mouth. He sank again under the water and kicked to the next tether as more bites came more quickly upon him.

The Vosk River
* since coming to this world this was the first night that it was pitch black very little light to be seen or felt ... it made her heart race a bit, an her anxiety rise ..* but her emotions in place ahe isn't going to let anyone know she was feeling freaked out *

Lounge
order a bottle of Patron Añejo and a glass. Relax into a comfortable chair.

Blue/grays glanced off to the side - noting the Haruspex

*smiles*

Audience
~Returning after a long absence to read the cork and get caught up on things~