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[reparo]

Hermione Granger
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[reparo]

It's my way of dealing with the fact that you're from before my when.

[lancifolium]

Shall we make an agreement then? For the sake of damage control I'll keep my questions to a minimum.

Two very important ones though:

When is your when?
Is David Bowie alright in it?

[reparo]

That's fair, I can answer those questions.

1998
Yes.

[lancifolium]

I fear this might be challenging for me, but I'll do my best to stick with it.

Not to mention there's a whole host of things worth discussing about the current situation, no sense dwelling on home, I suppose.

[reparo]

[as gutting as that is, it's true. like Karsa said, they must move East on the Merchant's instructions, and maybe this way return home. Whenever that will be.

She needs to change the subject.]

Please tell me we are at least both under house Vennacuzzo.

[lancifolium]

Indeed! I'm the fifth door down from the start of the hallway, pop round for tea sometime!

[reparo]

Oh, thank Merlin. I will take you up on that offer soon, but for now I am still trying to wrap my head around this false identity.

Do you know anyone who needs a screaming codpiece?

[lancifolium]

Whenever you fancy. I'm busy in the later hours of the night but my door is open otherwise.


Wei Wuxian might? He's meant to be a reincarnated fertility goddess and people are very bold about where they rub him for luck.

[reparo]

That's outrageous - and harrassment!

[lancifolium]

The screaming might help act as a deterrent. He's a lovely gent too, incredibly smart and a good friend, I'm sure he would appreciate it.

[reparo]

Ah well, the deterrent might be that the mechanism triggers with the wearer's impure thoughts. Whatever that bloody means - the level of repression in this place!

[lancifolium]

Hm.

More immediately - why do you have screaming codpieces to give away?

[reparo]

I'm a bloody modiste, apparently. There's a wonderbra corset.

[lancifolium]

Is there? Have you got one to spare?

At least you get to be clever. I'm a socialite with a gambling problem who's frequently peeled off the table at the end of the night. Are you any good at cards? You could come to a party with me one evening.

[reparo]

It would probably gain me some attention if you wear one of "my corsets" if I do, I suppose.

But honestly, this feels like a bit of a mockery, considering everything.

[lancifolium]

Much obligied.

There's so much to 'everything' I don't know where to begin. We're going to have a very long tea and I'll fill you in as best I can.

[reparo]

Tomorrow, maybe? I'm going to try and figure out this communication crystal and see if I can find this man who helped me in the tunnels. Out of courtesy.

[lancifolium]

What man? Maybe I know where he is.

[reparo]

Lan of clan Wangji, he said his name was. Should be easy to find him, right? Not needle in a haystack - I need to thank him for trying to help, with the whole. Escape.

[lancifolium]

Lan Wangji is a sound bloke. He's with Macaluso's side so be careful when you approach him. After the mess in the tower I'm not that certain if it matters, but I'd rather none of us run afoul of this city. It's proving to be very foul.

[reparo]

I will not physically approach him, then. Written message is safe, I hope.

[lancifolium]

Completely! It's a lucky thing - before we arrived here everyone could see and read everything - it's amazing how often people seemed to forget that.

[reparo]

I'll make sure to not forget. The whole...spying and subterfuge thing. To be honest, I understand the need to blend in and lie in wait until we can keen travelling, but Taravast is kind of horrid.

[lancifolium]

Horrid doesn't even do it justice. Which reminds me, when you come by for tea I'll teach you a charm a friend of mine invented, it's quite useful for keeping in-person conversations private.

[ Because why would anyone but her already know Sev's muffling charm? ]

[reparo]

I'm always happy to learn new spells.