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[treadingdawn]

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Hello. Um, this is Caspian--

[BEEEEEEEEEEEP. Sultry woman's voice:]

Hola. Caspian del buzón de voz está roto. Esta es su refrigerador.
Por favor, hable muy despacio y voy a mantener su mensaje a mi mismo con un imán!
Gracias.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"Scotch, like whiskey? I enjoy whiskey too, vodka, tequila, rum," he ran down the list of spirits he knew, both on his own homeworld and here. "Claire gets upset with me sometimes," Caspian grinned, "but I consider myself very responsible with drink. I think it may be that many people in her world, Odessa, are irresponsible." He shrugged once, unfazed by this. He had been weaned on brandy, or so they say of Telmarine youths.

"Oh yes, Tybalt, the House of Capulet," oh and Caspian wasn't joking, it's that Tybalt, "he enjoys music, dance, drink, just as well as anyone. He is a born entertainer, but also very dedicated to his chosen work."

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Chuck looked at Caspian, thorn between being shocked and impressed by the other man's knowledge. "Well, well. I had no idea you're such a connoisseur when it comes to liquor," that certainly was a surprise to Chuck. But a pleasant one. Maybe Caspian wasn't as sheltered as Chuck feared?

He would give it more thought, but the name Capulet filtered into his brain. And he thought meeting Arthur of Camelot and vampires was the weirdest that could happen. Nope, possibility of working with fictional characters took the cake.

"Really? He does sound like someone I would love to associate with."

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"I happen to take my liquor very well," Caspian said, proudly so, but then he remembered his manners and added somewhat sheepishly, "it is how my people are I suppose, we Telmarines. I do not mind it."

That was an understatement. Caspian enjoyed drinking to a point where some, like Claire Bennet felt it was a problem, but not once had he ever done anything foolish in a stupor. Well... not foolish, maybe not fatal? Losing his dinner was another story and just not fit for polite conversation between friends. Not yet anyway. But not as sheltered as Chuck feared? Absolutely. Public image was, unfortunately, ingrained in his being.

"You can tell Tybalt I sent you. He will know my name. We met here but we are like cousins. He is as Telmarine as I am Capulet," he nodded cheerfully.

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

"I will mention your name introducing myself," Chuck told him. Especially if that would lead to someone who Chuck could use to make Victrola an even bigger success. Chuck made a mental note to ask that Tybalt where he stood where burlesque was concerned. Casually bringing up half naked woman in a conversation shouldn't pose much of a problem...

"And I'm glad to hear you're not completely against the pleasures of drinking. I'm very fond of that one. Even though, by law, I'm not really allowed..." Unimportant details, really.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Tybalt and exquisite burlesque went hand in hand, but don't quote Caspian on that. It was just his gut feeling on the Prince of Cats. Chuck's remark on spirits however only raised Caspian's eyebrows.

"I have heard of such laws, mostly on Earth. I fear that the people of your world might be horrified to hear I was practically weaned on brandy by the age of five," said the Telmarine. Was it a joke? Well, his secret, hehehe. "One of the many differences between our worlds," he nodded, "but I would still enjoy visiting."

Living was another matter entirely, one he wasn't prepared to discuss.

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Chuck relaxed and leaned slightly towards Caspian. Now those information he liked and it made him feel even more confident that this friendship will actually work. "Earth laws are complicated. Sometimes even riddiculous. Thankfully, all you need is enough pull and you can do whatever you want," which suited Chuck just fine.

"So, if you ever visit, look me up, no excuses. I'm gonna show you what the Upper East Side has to offer to friends of Chuck Bass. And believe me, people from my world aside, it takes much more to horrify me than being weaned on brandy before you're a teen," he told Caspian firmly, with his trademark smirk.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"In other words, you break the law," Caspian concluded in a casual tone, but without judgment too only because he found those laws simply unreasonable.

At that invitation the Telmarine couldn't help but laugh. It was a good natured laugh, not at Chuck but for his enthusiastic offer. "It would be my pleasure, Chuck. I do mean it, there are many things I have heard about Earth that make it seem like a fascinating place. I want to see New York, and London, a place called New Orleans," his pronunciation was sketchy, "and China."

He leaned against the wall, head tilted up to gaze at the high ceiling of the fencing hall.

"None of it sounds like anything we have in Narnia, which isn't to say Narnia isn't worth visiting either. It is, and more so now than ever before," he nodded.

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

"Breaking the law," Chuck muttered and rolled his eyes. "You make me sound like a hard criminal, while I simply enjoy the pleasures denied to me because of my age..." The rest... It was more simply bending the rules, and the people, to suit his own agenda. But there was no need to go into details right now.

He looked at Caspian. The other man seemed relaxed, melancholic even. At the back of his head he analysed what it would take to show Caspian all the places he wanted to visit. Thank God for the private jet and owning hotels all over the world.

"What do you mean?" he asked when Caspian mentioned Narnia. "It wasn't worth visiting before?"

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"Not being a hard criminal doesn't excuse you from breaking the law, but I am not judging you," he clarified with a smile. At his other question Caspian paused briefly. How could he explain the Narnian Revolution succinctly?

"It was..." he started, "but things were a bit different. They are better now, I assure you." He said it like it mattered to Chuck, but really it was just a way for Caspian to reassure himself.

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Chuck expected Caspian to continue, when he didn't, Chuck raised his eyebrow. "Please, Cas, don't flood me with all this information," he said, sarcasm coloring his voice. He knew nothing about Narnia, and while normally Chuckc didn't mind not knowing, and not asking, about other people's background, he wanted to know more about Caspian. Willing to ask questions that would allow him more common topics.

"I mean, you don't have to tell me, if you don't want to," he quickly corrected himself. "The quiet, mysterious warrior image works just fine for you," he assured Caspian with a smile.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

That, definitely made Caspian laugh. Mysterious warrior image? And he'd always thought that was what he should be but failed miserably at it. He tried to stifle himself with the back of his hand.

"No, no thank you. I do not need that kind of image," he shook his head, remember what else Telmarines are 'supposed' to be. "Aside from being very good with drink, my people are also very proud. We take what we need, what we want, without regard for the price. My forefathers did anyway," Caspian nodded. "We invaded Narnia," he continued, not at all hesitating from sharing the truth, "we drove out many of those who lived there previously, to near extinction. Several generations later, in the year when I was sixteen, a chain of events began that eventually led to a revolution for the Old Narnians. We made peace between our people, Telmarines and Narnians alike, with the help of my friends the Pevensies, who were the Kings and Queens of Old."

After a thoughtful moment Caspian added, "I am sure that was more than you wanted to know."

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

The description of Caspian's people sounded familiar. After a moment Chuck realized those were almost the exact words he, himself, used when he was describing the Bass men, during his father's wedding. He told Caspian as much. "It seems like there was a Telmarine somewhere in my father's family," he added as a joke.

The rest of Caspian's story was... a little unbelievable. But since he was stuck in a City between worlds, listening to a clock counting down to an apocalypse... Yeah, he could buy the big revolution in a galaxy far, far away.
"Don't be riddiculous. It's always good to know your friends are close with the royalty," he said with a smirk.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"Tybalt and I think the same of the House of Capulet. If we are not related by blood we are surely familiar with the spirit of our forefathers," Caspian nodded, acknowledging that joke but he was just as likely to believe it to be true. And he hadn't even gotten to the part of a conniving uncle yet. "...My ancestors came from Earth, actually, so we are told. The same place as the Pevensies--the Kings and Queens of Old--came from," he explained with mild reluctance, "not from England though. I am unsure from where exactly."

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

"Earth is a big place," Chuck shrugged. And then his brain fully processed what he just heard. "Wait, you mean you can actually travel between our two worlds? Without stopping for an indefinite time in the City?" he asked shocked. Because so far he simply assumed that you had to use the City as a twisted version of some midway station. But apparently Narnian royalty was from England, of all places.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

He stared at Chuck. Dumbfounded. Not because his remark was but because he really didn't know how to process it either.

"No it's complicated. There are ways to travel between Earth and Narnia but none of them are ways we control on our own. Aslan can... but only Aslan. This world was foreign to all of us until we arrived," Caspian explained... or tried to.

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Thank you Caspian, for making even less sense.

"So, only this Aslan guy can control who can travel to Narnia and who can travel to Earth?" he tried to clarified. "Can't you just ask him to let you go for a short visit? I mean, I assume you're some sort of a war hero, or revolutionary, or whatever term you have there... There should be some perks for that, right?" Chuck reasoned, trying to translate the way his own, Bass-centric world worked, into a completely new reality.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"Yes, only Aslan willingly."

Briefly there flashed a sad look to Caspian's eyes, but he shook it off as quickly as he could. "No... It doesn't work like that, Chuck," he shook his head but smiled, thankful for the other man's enthusiasm in a sense. It was a nice thought, to be that ambitious for such a cause. Caspian empathized.

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Well, that sucked. Chuck had a difficult time imagining having his travels limited just because some guy in charge of the airport didn't like his scarf... Or whatever ways of determining who can go where, that Aslan had.

There was always that more sentimental strategy of bringing Earth to Cas, if Caspian couldn't come to Earth. He wondered how many people would have to be bribed for that. Something to think about in his spare time.

"To be honest, it sounds even more riddiculous than our laws regarding drinking," Chuck pointed out. He stood up and stretched his muscles. Still slightly sore from the lesson, he grimaced.
"Come on, let's go back to the City, we can discuss more pleasant topics on the way," he suggested with a smile.