[Character RP] Off Duty Conversations

[venndaai]

 [Time: ambiguous enough that hopefully it'll fit between moves. Setting: a common area in the moth. Ashari and Sulen are sitting together on a couch, attempting idle chat, though they're clearly having trouble relaxing. Istradez is standing at the entrance to the room.]

 

[It's a large ambiguously shaped common area with space for more than one conversation at a time and centrally located so people can go in and out often, joining or leaving conversations as they please.]

Comments

[smokedetective]

Ashari's polite smile spreads into a grin. "A little how we're meeting now. Except there was significantly more alcohol involved, a rogue swan, some nice jewelry, a bathrobe, or lack thereof, and a long conversation about, mm, what was it? The latest agricultural legislature?"

[venndaai]

"You always misremember that," Sulen complains. Their fingers tingle a little where Imsayed brushed them, handing over the glass. They take a large swallow of the whiskey, enjoying the burn. "It was about harvest festivals, not harvests themselves. I'm pretty sure grains are calendrically null. Unless you've got fertility cults involved, which are a whole different problem." They turn back to Imsayed. "Andan," they say, casually dismissive. "No memory for anything that's not fashion trends or stock values." They keep their voice relaxed, but they're focused on reading his face, looking for a reaction. "Although there really was a rogue swan."

[mercuryhatter]

Istradez affects amused offense, because that was a fishing comment if he ever heard one, and if Sulen thought he had some connection with the Andan, then why not play along? It wasn't like he'd had time to come up with his own story.

"I'm sure that's not all they remember," he says with a laugh. He catches Sulen's gaze with his own. "Why don't you tell me how it really happened, then? Maybe start with what exactly a swan has to go rogue from."

[smokedetective]

"Well, my assistant misheard a request and acquired live swans instead of fake ones, then promptly got wasted so she wouldn't have to deal with them. It wasn't a problem until one of them took offense at and then attacked an alien ambassador's shoes. I was also more than a little intoxicated by that point, and Sulen helped me apprehend the damn bird. We managed to chase it out, but it kept coming back and terrorizing guests. Thankfully, the ambassador thought it was a comedy routine, as they'd heard of our factions and had never seen a Rahal and Andan work together. Finally, my wasted assistant decided to show up and proclaim that the swan was under her protection. Someone from the ambassador's entourage apparently found that attractive and the two wandered off with the swan, which was mostly the end of it. So mostly, it wasn't so much that ithe swan went rogue as much as it was the epitome of havoc and cruelty."