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oo6 ∞ [ visual | location :: wayne manor ] you win some, you lose some

When the tablet clicks on, Enfys is still fiddling with it and only half in view; it looks like she's on the floor in the library in Wayne Manor, which probably means that the knees briefly visible on the sofa behind her belong to Bruce. When she has the tablet set up properly on the table, he isn't in view any more but she is (beaming) and it looks like she took to her hair with some scissors and hair dye. Possibly she stopped by an Extra-run hair-dressers, possibly she took her chances in the bathroom. You don't know.

"Hello, lovelies! And the rest of you." Ha, ha. "I've already got a job, conveniently, so I won't muddy the waters with adding my credentials to everybody else's. This is a much less important broadcast, I just want to know if anyone knows where I can find some abseiling equipment."

...because she wants to try abseiling down the side of her tower here at the manor. By the way.

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He raises his hands, a surrender gesture. "Wasn't judging, sweetheart. Just looking to expand my vocabulary, is all."

"Relax, champ, not what I meant," she says, resting back on her hands. "Anyway, it's a good time. I like base jumping, too."

"Jumping off bases?" he asks. He's used to some level of sass, but the level of smartassery from women that come from the future continues to entertain him. And truth be told, he likes people that keep up with him conversationally, whoever they may be.

"You're a quick one, aren't you, then? With a parachute! Like jumping out of a plane only there's no plane."

He considers this. "Be kind of tricky in a city, wouldn't it? Wind'd catch you and bang you into a building."

"Well, I never did it in a city, myself." And no plans to, but the abseiling, yes, definitely. Maybe she'll check out some other likely locations, besides just the tower at the manor.

"Ah, probably best." He leans back a bit. "Well thanks for the education. If no one can help you right off, I can poke around a little for you, if you like." He doesn't expect her to need a PI for finding equipment, but he may as well offer.

"Aw, that's sweet of you. I don't put out for rope, though, unless you're really creative." ...Enfys. "Enfys Llewelyn, by the way. What do I call you, Mr Dictionary?"

Disclaimer: does not think Spade expects sex for abseiling equipment, is a hideous brat.

"Samuel Spade," he says, sounding more amused than offended. "And I imagine that would be quite the level of creativity. Though I admit, it ain't a bad incentive, Miz Llewelyn." Because if she's going to try and shock him, she can certainly handle that much.

As much as Enfys enjoys startling people, she likes to think it'd take a little more than that for most people- yes, she really is basically like this all the time, to a greater or lesser degree. She hasn't tried to bounce a quarter off his ass ... yet.

"They have special knots and everything. ...and a spade's a Spade except when it's a Sam; got it."

Well, the man is from the 30s, Enfys. She actually reminds him of Effie, his secretary, in a good way. She's younger than Effie, and a little more brazen, but he's guessing part of that is just different times. "I do answer to either, most of the time. And I'll have to look into those special knots. Guessing they don't teach them in boy scouts."

Enfys in the thirties would be a sight to behold.

"Not if they like not getting done for inappropriate behaviour with minors, sweetpea. I'll call you Sam, then; call me Enfys. Means rainbow." Also means 'crazy', judging by the evidence at hand.

"Enfys, then. Your parents find you with the pot of gold?"

"Popular myth has it my da was down in the emergency room getting his stitches looked at on account of starting a barfight during the labour, actually."

...true story.

He laughs, though not in disbelief; he's willing to take that on face value. "Not quite passing out cigars, tradition-wise, but I suppose to each his own."

"Well, we're Irish." And...getting drunk is a tradition? It is if you ask basically every Irish person in Taxon, which to the best of the management's knowledge is all of three goddamn people, anyway.

And maybe don't ask Angel about his Irish heritage. Maybe.

Probably not the best idea, early on in one's stay in Taxon. "Ah, I see. Well, hate to mess with foreign traditions."

"Smart man."

"I try to cultivate that reputation."

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oo6 ∞ [ visual | location :: wayne manor ] you win some, you lose some

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