lucetilogs | They say you don't really wanna fall in love

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They say you don't really wanna fall in love

Who: The people of Luceti!
What: Love love love love
When: From the 11th to the 16th
Where: Within the walls of Luceti. There is no escape.
Summary: Suddenly you're in love with things you never noticed were so important to you before. Feelings, welled up inside you, are now bound to come out.
Rating: M for MUSHY

You folks know the deal. Event information is here. When people meet, they may just start falling in love when they see a trait that perks their interest. How you play it and how long it lasts is at player discretion.

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Note: A separate log will go up on the 17th for the hot springs/hotel portion of the event.

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[Knowing that an experiment is coming naturally makes Albert more wary, though part of him knows he will be affected one way or another regardless of what he does. So it's with awareness of the approaching holiday that he goes through his normal schedule, going to the tea shop in the mornings and then heading to the library or the smaller stables in the afternoon. Evenings are typically spent at the house after taking a long walk around the village.

It's getting closer to springtime now, so he also drops by the flower shop once to check for seeds he doesn't already have. Once the snow has cleared later in the week, he'll take a trip up to the mountains to check on his owl.

...Of course, this entire time, he'll be feeling a certain attraction to traits in other people.]

[ ...buffy likes libraries. it isn't the reading or the researching or even the silence that she likes, but it's the presence. the comfort of tall shelves and tidily stowed tomes. dust and leather; wood and whispers. three formative years of her life were spent night-constantly in a library. some of her best plans were laid in libraries.

so -- sometimes -- she likes to come to luceti's to think. but this morning, she's also looking for a particular piece of information. and while on this hunt, she isn't surprised to find albert. but she is pleased. after all, he's half the reason she's here... ]

Hey, stranger. [ she catches him from the other side of a stack -- hauling three or four books out of place so she can spy him through the gap left in the shelf. her face, framed by wayward hair and leaning books, lights up. even when terror and experiments and disorder rests at her feet, it's impossible not to feel relieved in seeing a friend. ]

Edited 2013-02-12 17:16 (UTC)

[Albert is somewhat less alert and just a tad disheveled this morning; he has yet to check in to the tea shop and get himself something to drink, as was one of the perks of working there in the mornings. He blinks at the familiar voice through the shelf, having to tilt his head slightly to see Buffy on the other side.]

Ah, good morning. Early to the shelves, I see.

[There is one question on his mind that he does not ask, though he finds himself curious and somehow dreading the answer. Why are you here, Buffy?]

I promise it'll never happen again -- [ she teases ] -- it's just that I've got plans tonight.

[ important plans. anniversary plans. she and jack had missed it, last year. but this year--

huh. a new desire bubbled up from the bottom of her heart. what if she didn't have to meet the pirate later? what if she could just stay and work on this whole cursed-arm problem of alberts? all day. all night. into the wee hours of the next morning--

get a hold of yourself, summers. ]

And...let's be honest. The best parts about libraries are the parts when no one else is here, yet. Early mornings and late nights.

[He feels a faint smile tug at his lips at her tease, though it does not last long. Plans. Of course. Though this was a time that many would dread because of the experiment associated with it, others still found something enjoyable about it without affected perceptions.

That's where his mind seems to go immediately, at least. Strange how easy it was to assume these were romantic plans.]

True. There is something quite appealing about being in a library alone and taking in the silence. [Now it's his turn to try a tease.] But there are two of us here.

I was gonna look you up, anyway. Which makes this morning the stone that kills two birds.

[ she disappears for a moment before reappearing at the far end of the shelf -- no longer hiding. but...hmm, this puts considerable distance between them. at least with the shelf between them, there had still only been a shelf between them.

she crosses her arms and stays put, despite the desire to close the distance. it's an interesting paradox: she has always been comfortable with physical affection, but today the notion fills her with a cold sense of self-blame. ]

How's the arm?

[When Buffy walks away and slips into his own aisle, Albert can't help but watch how she moves. Her carefully reserved concern is quite a contrast to how he knows she can be, enjoying what time she has and willing to smile his way.

Even when he hid things from her. From everyone.]

It is fine for now. [He flexes his left hand thoughtfully.] Raine has helped profusely with keeping it under control, so I cannot complain. [A pause.] ...You were looking for me?

...There's a spell I'd like to try. [ the peripheries of her vision catch his flexing hand, but she doesn't move her gaze from his face. ] If you'll let me. I've done it before. It's relatively harmless. More about discovery than the remedy.

[He frowns faintly, though it is more out of surprise than anything else.] A spell?

Mmhm. [ it's his frown, strangely, that makes her heart skip a beat. like disappointing him is a fate worse than.....well...

worse than a lot of things. ] It's meant to simply reveal enchantments. I mean, something hinky is definitely rotten in the state of your arm. But the source of that hinkiness is gone and this spell can be used to -- uhm -- see the traces of an enchantment or another spell or...it shows what we can't see with our very naked eyes.

It isn't complicated. I did it all by myself, last time. It just takes some time to gather the components. Luceti doesn't have the most reliable supply line when it comes to coloured sands.

[ her words are quick. hurried. shaky. ]

Colored ... sands. [The frown remains in place as he thinks through what Buffy is asking of him. A spell that would reveal enchantments. He thinks about what it could reveal on his arm. About what was embedded in his body.

He is silent perhaps a little longer than necessary, but he nods.] Do you believe it will help?

I've seen first hand what it can do, Albert. The name's in French, but it basically means, uhm, to pull back the curtain. I put myself in a trance and then I can see trace signatures of enchantments. Granted, when I cast it? Uhm, it turns out what I was worried about wasn't magical at all.

But it did reveal something else. And that something else was a very complex and very sophisticated reality-altering spell. So it's gotta work for this, right?

[ ideally. ]

Maybe once we know for sure what's happened to you--

[ she shrugs. ]

See what the naked eye cannot see. [He repeats what she had said, taking a moment to ease the knot of concern that had started growing; even more so than the knot, the physical pain it created in his arm was distracting. This was still something he could take away extra knowledge from.]

I understand. I would appreciate any sort of information it would impart. [His frown eases up as he sighs.] But you mentioned needing to gather components.

As previously stated, decent casting sand is hard to secure. But I've been checking every day. I swear.

[ a little powerhouse of dedication, even before the shift had muddled her priorities. ]

[Again, a faint smile appears briefly on his face. Buffy's dedication was rather endearing.] Are you sure you will be able to find any of it? It is not something you will need to request from the Organization?

Giles had some. Last time he was here.

[ ... ] But if I can't swing any by the end of next week, it's not a bad idea.

[ normally, she would be very hesitant to spend her points on such a thing. but today--

well, the cause feels valid. ]

[He shakes his head.] I have a feeling this will be a rather distracting week or two, so do not impose a deadline upon yourself, Buffy.

[He lifts his left arm, turning it slightly so his gloved palm is facing upward.] I can manage.

[Somehow, he had still managed after all this time. Even as the curse very slowly ate its way across his arm. The curse was never bound to his forearm even with Raine's help, bleeding onto the back of his hand and encasing his elbow.]

Shush -- [ she implores, finally finding that smile. ] We have a saying on Jolly Old Earth. Pressure? Makes diamonds. And diamonds are a girl's best friend. So....what I'm trying to say is...

It'll work out.

[A raises a brow at the shush, then nods with a slight frown. Strange, how he had come to accept the comfort of these women in his life. It was a luxury he had gone without in his own world for the longest time.]

I suppose it will. Thank you for your efforts.

[ buffy winks. a warm, friendly gesture -- accompanied by a wry quirk of her lips. ]

Remember, Albert. I got your back. And maybe possibly your front. But -- in this case? Mostly your arm. Ooor also your stomach, if you'll gimme a sec to grab a book and then walk me to Seventh Heaven to share a stack of pancakes?

[The wink causes his frown to ease up a bit, and he blinks at her offer to eat breakfast with her. He can't deny that the offer to spend more time with her is quite appealing.]

Certainly. If you will be busy for a moment, I can head to the tea shop and see if anyone is there.

[ buffy is surprised -- and ashamed -- by how far it feels the pit of her stomach drops away in disappointment when he suggests breaking company. the slayer hadn't realized just how much desire she had riding on that co-walk. but she steels herself and keeps wearing her smile and... ]

R-right. That sounds perfectly natural. We can even just, y'know, meet there. On our own time.

[ she's horrified to learn, in turn, that there's a decent portion of her more than willing to wait for albert's departure, skip the final leg of her chore, and race to the restaurant just to be sure she wouldn't be late for him. ]

[It's harder to walk away than he thought it would be, and that leaves him somewhat confused as he makes his way from the library to the tea shop. He had never denied the thought that Buffy was attractive, and they did seem to have a certain misfortune when it came to some experiments...

His lips twitch into a thoughtful frown as he reaches the tea shop, even though he is relieved to see everything is going well. He could take a break (he rarely did at this hour, but it wasn't unheard of), which is all he has to hear to go straight out the door again and over to the restaurant.

He doesn't quite run to Seventh Heaven, but his stride is purposeful in a way it usually is not within the village.]

My apologies. Were you waiting long?

[ buffy has been waiting ever since he'd left the library. oh, certainly, she'd plucked up another book or two and made a half-hearted effort to flutter through their pages. but she hadn't been able to smother the urge to check her watch, nor glance outside, nor let her mind wander to wonder just how albert silverberg might take his pancakes. does he even like pancakes? buffy finds herself eager to learn.

she had also rushed. effervescent, she'd alerted today's staff that she would indeed be waiting upon company.

and so when said company arrives, she glances up from a coffee mug that is so close to empty that it betrays her nervous white lie: ] Barely. Not long at all. Just got here, actually.

[ she points a cocky little finger gun at the seat across from her, feeling concerned that she would sound too eager if she voiced the invitation aloud. ]

[He cannot quite see how empty Buffy's mug is, but he can tell from his angle that it is at least halfway empty. As he sinks into the seat that Buffy had pointed at, he gives her a smile. He already felt better than a moment ago, simply being here with her.]

Do you make it a habit to eat breakfast here?

[any day]

[ morning of the 13th ]

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