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

[dieneidio]

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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[mancalledspade.livejournal.com]

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."

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[dieneidio]

"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.

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[mancalledspade.livejournal.com]

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

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[dieneidio]

"Smart man."

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[mancalledspade.livejournal.com]

"I try to cultivate that reputation."