Canon AU Event Log

[lucetimods]

Who: You! And you! And you! But uh, not you.
What: Event shenanigans.
When: Today until the end of the event (April 8th)
Where: Anywhere and everywhere
Summary: It's all right in here
Rating: I want to see a nice clean game. Keep your naughty stuff in the penalty box!

Same deal as always. React to the event! Do things! Have fun! Be excellent to each other.

And remember to correctly tag your characters to the post.

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[talentsgirl]

More than ever.

"Not anymore, apparently," she said with a small shrug.

[greenjacketed]

Something was bothering her. He wasn't sure how to ask.

"Aye, Molly. I certainly don't mind keeping you company."

[talentsgirl]

"Then you should get yourself something to drink. I've been told it's bad form to drink alone."

That, and she wanted to be temporarily rid of him. She wasn't expecting to see him, perhaps unrealistically, and there was just so much she didn't know where to start.

[greenjacketed]

...She wanted to be rid of him. With a scrunch in his expression and a low, dipping nod of his head, Richard turned towards the bar.

"...I'll just be a moment then, shall I?"

[talentsgirl]

She waved a hand in his direction. "I'll be here. Take your time."

And she took the rest of that time to stare at her beer bottle.

[greenjacketed]

Off he went, then. Shoo'd. Banished. Penitent the entire way -- what he done? He must have done something. He always did something. God, but he didn't understand women.

Sharpe ordered himself a glass of rum and waited for it at the counter.

[talentsgirl]

Molly glanced around the room before her gaze landed on Sharpe.

It wasn't his fault.

But she couldn't help feeling like she wanted to blame him anyway.

Give me wisdom.

[greenjacketed]

He did spare a glance back at her table and -- oh. She was looking at him. He quickly turned his head and choked on his 'thank you' to the bartender. Gathering his glass (and the rest of the bottle to boot) into his hands. Sharpe wondered if maybe he should try and engage the woman in some sort of social situation that didn't involve the bar. Perhaps the bar was to blame.

[talentsgirl]

Yes, Richard. Blame the bar.

She straightened up a little and nodded at him in greeting as he approached, "All set now?"

[greenjacketed]

"Aye," he said. Uncertain. Wary.

He sat his bottle and glass on the table before reclaiming his chair.

[talentsgirl]

She sighed. "Relax, Richard." No teasing - or respectful - recitation of rank or title. Just pure Molly. "I'm not going to bite you."

She could feel the tension rolling off of him from here.

[greenjacketed]

"You're troubled."

He said. Simply.

[talentsgirl]

"It's been a difficult week."

She glanced at him tentatively.

"Have you noticed anything... strange about the people you've met here?"

[greenjacketed]

To him, it's been a wonderful week. Blackstone's gift of the rifle had put him in a much better mood.

"The whole bloody lot seem strange betimes, Molly."

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[talentsgirl]

"I guess that's true."

Not the right answer, Richard. Molly glanced down, aware of the gulf between them twice the size of New Mexico. Time, perspective, not to mention the whole 'wizard' thing... weird was no so weird. Or rather: weird was normal.

And there was so much she couldn't say, didn't know how to say, didn't know how to fix.

[talentsgirl]

But Molly was a determined girl. She looked back up at him, "What I mean is, have you noticed anyone who said something about what they were or where they were from one week, and changed their story this week?"

[greenjacketed]

He spoke gently -- trying to soften his own skepticism.

"Molly. Lass. Anyone who said anything about what they were last week is still a someone I've just met. They could lie to be a dozen times and I wouldn't know."

Yet.

[talentsgirl]

"You'd know if someone contradicted themselves, wouldn't you? That's all I'm asking."

[greenjacketed]

"...Well, aye. If I knew enough to spot it. I suppose I would. But Blackstone an' me've been busy this past week, so it isn't as though we...

Why?"

[talentsgirl]

So that was it, then. He was effected too. It figured that he was, she would have thought he would have contacted her if Harry had suddenly started acting like a rifleman.

Wow, Molly didn't even know what to make of this. So Richard would get an honest answer.

"Because - someone I've known for most of my life is acting like I'm a total stranger."

[greenjacketed]

His face fell. Oh, poor Molly Carpenter. Sharpe frowned and stared into his rum and frowned some more.

"Had a falling out, did you? You and this someone."

[talentsgirl]

"More of a - 'There is something horribly wrong with your head and I don't know how to fix it' conversation."

She took a sip of her beer.

"He stared at me very politely while thinking I was a raving lunatic."

There was no hurt in her tone or her voice - it was more of an... almost lost quality. But as a whole she was detached. This was a problem and the time for breaking down was after it was over, or when she'd figured out a way to fix it.

[greenjacketed]

He leaned an elbow on the table.

"Didn't know you had a friend from home here, lass." Quiet. So quiet. It softened out some of those harsher Yorkshire vowels. It had to be a friend from home, didn't it? She'd said most of her life, after all.

[talentsgirl]

"Two people from home - a friend," though that was a poor word for all that Harry was, "and an enemy. It had balanced out."

...though really, it wasn't entirely fair to call Draco an enemy.

"I remember talking with you about it, but I guess you don't."

Another sip of her beer. Now he probably thought she was crazy too.

Great job doing research, Molly.

She had to temper down the urge to just look.

[greenjacketed]

"You and I were both lonely souls here, Molly. Until Blackstone turned up."

But he's more interested in something else now. "An enemy?"