Voice Post//On the Move//Mistletoe'd

[treadingdawn]

With heavy cloak in hand I think I may be able to escape detection. The journey will be difficult but a king has his responsibilities and I for one will not turn them away in the face of such peril. I hope to hear from you all upon the day's end. Be safe.

open to action | King Caspian flees

[Have yourself one no-longer-bearded Telmarine trying to creep stealthily through the city streets, on his way to The Blue Light...because telling the Network your plan is the best idea ever.]

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[adamantined]

[Right! And because she's coming out of a busier-than-necessary store, it's ridiculous to think that they might even remotely come into contact with each other. Besides, there isn't even anywhere for mistletoe to curl at this point, which is why she's paying more attention to her network device than where she is actually going.]

I've got a responsibility to make sure I get presents for everyone on my list, but you don't see me running around with a bag over my head.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

How much have you accomplished without interruptions?

[Gosh she doesn't even sound like she's nearby so Caspian can keep on walking paying attention to this device as he pauses just before the corner turn to listen.]

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[adamantined]

Enough.

[Which is a defensive way of saying 'About zero accomplishments without interruption.' But at least she has accomplished something, and that's more than she can say for Caspian.]

You'd probably be able to accomplish more, too, if you weren't so busy looking over your shoulder. Is all your shopping actually done?

[Crossing the street now, so unawares.]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Oh Caspian detected that defensiveness hah.] Yes as a matter of fact if I hadn't completed that task I would not have the time to work this day.

[Cause Caspian may just be the type to shirk work for shopping. Now he continues walking only to bump into a pint-sized creature.]

Pardon--

[Oh. Oh. Caspian tries to take a step back only to be pulled in by the power of a sprig that has somehow manifested on the awning.]

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[adamantined]

[Pint-sized? Just because it's easy to trip over her does not mean that she is pint-sized; however, it does mean that she is going to look up.]

That's okay, it was my -

[Claire, in the middle of simultaneously recognizing that hunched, cloak-covered shape and emitting the kind of mid-tone shriek that so often accompanies the horrified realization that you are about to kiss the equivalent of your brother or cousin or something, has her mouth open when she is forced to go up on her toes and follow through. The noise she'd been making before stretching up to kiss Caspian continues until she's able to pull away and shut her mouth. And then:]

AH.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[The shriek sounds a bit like...something pint-sized to Caspian X because he is far taller than such. It's like kissing a sibling aunt cousin creature who happens to wave pom poms and otherwise looks quite lovely as a queen.]

Mmff.

[Pulling back actually gives Caspian a case of minor whiplash but at least he doesn't topple over (her).]

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[adamantined]

[Claire remains quite upright, thank you, though she does not at all try to keep any discomfort from writing itself across her face.]

Why is it always you?

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I don't know I don't write the future what about you? Why is it always you?

[Ahem, he smooths his cloak and hood.]

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[adamantined]

I was just minding my own business. You were the one running around all wrapped up. If I'd been able to see you coming, then I could've gone the other way.

[She steps back, looking up to make sure that the mistletoe has, indeed, vanished. Once this is confirmed, Claire takes a breath and lets it back out. Safe at last.]

You're gonna run someone over like that, you know.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[What? What? Caspian waves a hand.] If you were not so... [Short.] ...Nevermind.

I hope I didn't ruin any of your belongings. [He looks over to see exactly how much shopping she got done. Fff.]

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[adamantined]

[SHORT?]

Oh. [She looks down to check her bags - four of them, all large - but they seem completely unharmed.] They're fine. What do you mean 'if you weren't so...?'

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

In Chase's words, a midget.

[Note, Chase's words.] But I really don't know what he is talking about.

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[adamantined]

[There is an eye roll, a sharp huff of air, though both of them are goodnatured and she can't resist a smile.]

I'm not a midget. You're all just giants.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Snort. Snicker snort. Hee.]

Chase is no giant.

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[adamantined]

[Claire is just going to take that how she will and smack Caspian on the arm.]

I have to look up to look at him. That's tall enough.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[CRY. Caspian rubs at the spot she smacked.]

Ouch. [Have a classic Telmarine (faux) pout now, Claire, not that it will do him much good.] I preferred the kiss.

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[adamantined]

[The corner of her mouth curls into a smirk, and then she sticks her tongue out.]

I preferred you running headlong into a crowd of people with your cloak like a crazy person.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

You mean my clever ruse. Most people would not wish to approach such a person.

[Oh yes very clever disguise. Nevermind how it hasn't worked on Claire and Ginny and Euphie and gosh a lot of people.]

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[adamantined]

[Claire laughs, adjusting the straps on her bags so that they rest over the sleeves of her black coat.]

I don't know about clever, but it's definitely... some kind of ruse.