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[Kray]

The information leaves the ogre contemplative for what more then a few moments, as he seems to ponder kind of hard on something. "Hm. Well that bites." Should he have needed to have work that hard for the joke so freely gift wrapped? No. Not at all, but he did make the effort and got there eventually. "Oh. Like the people who buy a square meter of land in Scotland so they can technically use the title of lord or lady whatever." A vain waste as far as he could could tell but someone was turning a tidy profit on handing out meaningless titles. "Huh. Don't think I've ever been in a limo." Another expense he had either never had enough for or saw as pointless. "Something you would recommended then?" If it was her mode of transport were money not a factor it sure sounded like it.

The game itself was of passing interest but keeping his attention split between it, the summer sovereign and everything else going on had been proving a challenge so the board was a welcome synopsis of what he was he wasn't able to follow. "Uh. They do yes. But then I might need to compete with you on the suit front, and that's a losing battle if I ever heard one." Unsurprisingly the exotic fairest did rock the mobster look. "Nah. I'll stick to what I know, Folks look at me and expect to see a certain something, I got no issue giving that to them." All the better if it stops then seeing what's behind it until it's far to late. "Ah Right. yes. Yes it would." Not going to argue with that logic. "But so would not getting shot or bitten in the first place." Or something a little more subtle and unexpectedly resilient. Many other options also exist. Oh hang on I wouldn't be able to bite a rapid dog myself now would I. So yeah okay the armour route might make more sense.

Well something he said sure tickled the sides of summer sovereign, but it gives him a chance to cast his gaze back over the pitch as balls are thrown, bats are swung and figure in team uniform run around the bases. Once she has regained herself enough to warn him of those who have declared war on the ability to taste it would seem, he pulls his own focus back around. "Ah. Why? why would they do that? Just wasting good food." A shake of the head. "That stuff had my eyes running for the better part of ten minutes." And they made worse!? "Ah. No. I wouldn't feed to anyone I didn't wish a really rough day." So not beyond using the food of horrors by any means. But it was not for good company.

The corners of his mouth twitch up a little, that, that's the indication he is actually smiling far more so then the exposed teeth and broad grin. This joke he had intended and playing some old corny saying had been a lot easier.

But having utterly failed to spot nevermind locate a poodle it comes as a shock because he sure doesn't remember people wearing dogs as clothing but it seems they must, or so he takes from how he understands Circe's description. You know I'm surprised that's still allowed, well who would have thought dogs get used for clothes. "Huh. Where is this person? I'm surprised your aren't giving them some kind of evil glare." Unless she is okay with it? She does make stuff after all maybe dogs are good for something in that regard? All in all, as has happened a couple of times when he takes the summer sovereign to literally the ogre misses the point by a country mile.

[Circe]

Kray just made a pun? That gets some giggles out of Circe. Good, she is corrupting him. Circe has to thnk on the comparison for a moment, tilting her head. Then nods in agreement. That sounds about right. Limousines? "They range from really fancy, comfortable taxi to pimped out party wagons. Never been in one with a hot-tub though. Last time, uh, hmm." She has to think on it. Then she snaps her fingers, "Ah-ha! Co-worker ladies' night party! I got reprimanded by cops for trying to fix the engine," the Fairest nods. "Apparently wearing a skimpy gown and trying to fix an engine is a naughty thing according to about two dozen cops. Who knew?" She shrugs with innocence so false she might as well be holding up a sign saying I pranked them.


"Same," she agrees with him on the appearance and expectations. "Though that makes switching it up VERY effective to throw folks off," which from experience Circe knows is true. "Throw in makeup and hair dye, you look like not you when you want to not be noticed." It was a great success for her purposes at least. And for just messing with folks. "I believe the meme is someone shouting the word dodge, but quite true my friend." He may not be getting what she meant. Too public to explain it directly. Oh well, she has to remember that stereotypes have a place. Amateur criminals don't know how to do subtle.


Circe wasn't sure of the answer to that question. "Unwanted meats, claim it is high cuisine. Add in hot spices to torment the tourists, um, because some folks just hate tourists. But still want their money," she shakes her head, "Logic doesn't always factor in." At least that is what she figures. It was something that makes a good joke and she figures there is likely some truth. "Though, I have met some folks that willingly eat that stuff," Circe shakes her head in disbelief at the memory. "Like, sweat dripping off them due to how spicey the food is, wincing in pain, and ENJOYING it. The worst stuff they enjoy," she looks to Kray with wide eyes. "I know masochism is a thing, but self-torture via your mouth and whatever it does to the sphincter? THAT really makes no sense at all."


"Poodle Skirts are a sin against fashion, like most of the stranger shit from the 1980s. And that one was ugly enough to double that sin." He was really obsessing over a throw away joke was he not? Try to shoot it down more she will. "I am actively trying to not look. Fortunately!" She looks over the crowd. "I now can't spot it. Either they sat down or left in shame. Fingers crosses, it is the second."

[Kray]

The home team coming up for their final round at bat, means His attention is visually redirected to the game, might as well see how it ends after. But he's still listening to Circe. "Uh. I know what a limo is, just never been in one." There had never been a reason, never an expensive worth the money or time. Or for along while never the money even. "Hm. Think the taxi set up sounds better though. Not that'd trade my car in." No that was his and it worked... most of the time. "Ha. Oh I'm sure they found it a real problem that's why it took so many to set things straight." Unless she had guns about her person, which seems more then likely. "Hm. But still did any of them offer to fix the engine?" Now criminal he might be but so were more the enough cops, and those that weren't played an important role in the eco system, so they do have his respect.

He snorts. Switching it up is it. Circe wore a lot of hats in her roles and those were just the one he was aware of. "Oh. Is there anyone left who doesn't take you seriously?" Okay well she was beautiful no one could deny that, which came with certain assumptions by the mundane crowd, heck the les mundane more often then not to boot. "If so I bet they learn to regret it." But for himself and his image. "Hm. Switching up at the right moment is a pretty pivotal part of things that I do not deny, but I will keep away from hair dye and the like. The better to let them think they see all there is." It makes the rug pull all the sweeter. And for those mortals who get an inkling of what lies beneath, well if just keeps them in line all the more effectively. "Ah. Less dodge and more control, if they can't shoot or bite then they lose the reason to fear them." Take away the thing that makes them powerful.

Biting the hand that feeds makes little sense to the ogre. Especially when its your own hand doing the feeding. And the great head shakes a little. "Ah. I don't fathom it that line of thinking but hey it has to working somehow." And who's to say he has the most logical mindset. "Uh." But that now that's just madness of a whole new degree. "Um. Do they hate themselves of something, because there is no way that's enjoyable." Do they have some secret to handling it maybe? And yeah he matches Circe here eyes wide with mild horror.

He has lost in interest in looking for the skirt, to him that was just something he could not spot, but his reality has moved past whatever else had been going on and fashion does not concern him over much, so one last half hearted look around and failure to find is the last this will get from him. "Uh. Well you know how it goes. No accounting for taste." A sentiment relevant to the conversation on a few fronts really.

[Circe]

Circe shakes her head in the negative, "I wasn't questioning your knowledge John. I've been in a few due to business clients. Trying to impress or intimidate, both ways," she points with her left hand to the right and right hand to the left. "Taxi ones are pretty comfortable. I use 'em for airport travel if I can't get a ride." It was more discrete and professional than Lyft. Circe blows a raspberry, "I like totally could've fixed the engine. I just needed to get in a little further, but they kept stopping me. Then more came out, argue with the ones present, I'd try again, they'd stop me, and repeat. A few repeats. Wasn't until a lady sergeant showed up that one dove into the hood re-attach the hose," she is trying not to giggle throughout the explanation.


It was a very not-stupid plan to distract the police. Because it worked way better than planned. She'd expected maybe a half-dozen at most to be distracted, with the reprimanding process slowing down operations for 10 minutes at best. It was a lot more effective than expected. Probably helped by the fact that the other well-dressed ladies tried flirting with the cops.


She giggles with him then hums in thought. She actually has to consider the question, tilting her head as she taps her chin. Was there? "I think my boss may would match that description. Except, well, I think I have induced in him so many fuck my life moments, he is just too done to regret anymore," she considers that as a possibility. Leon did take her deadly serious, but wasn't surprised anymore. Tricking feds into intercepting a shipment of bootleg porn had been funny to Circe. She glad Kray gets the disguise part. Though Circe puffs up with pride, "You know something fun about that John? I know," she nods and talks with hand gestures, "The club has a lot of extra classes on a variety of things. But the switching it up thing? Totally self taught, no club cheat skills."


If you ignored the glasses she Hedgespunned into helping with it.


Circe figured the hate of tourists came from those that got annoyed by them, until they realized how much money they lost after driving them out. Then draw them in, gradually get annoyed again, drive them out, and regret it again. A vicious cycle of outsiders leave followed by outsiders come back with your money. "Oh, sure. Unless tourist town drives 'em away so hard you get a ghost town." That was the other end of the theory. It was an outcome.


As for the spice lovers, well Circe isn't the one Kray should be asking. "John, I have no cazzo clue. Capacine causes pain. So, maybe some are masochists. I haven't done a survey at a BDSM club to see if they like spices. I've only seen ONE dude enjoy huffing tear gas." Not IRL either mind you, though the comment got a look for a passing mundy. "Cops will recruit anyone." Circe shakes her head. "I have never enjoyed pain, so I can say. Garlic is a gift, and a little spice will clear sinuses, but that level?" She returns the incredulous look with a shake of her head. She got nothing.


"Ha!" She couldn't help but agree with that. And he was giving up on the joke she'd made? Good. Fairest lies should be trickier to catch. "Wear the most horrible thing possible, shout Fashion!" Circe strikes a pose. But it is less super model and more super sentai before she goes into giggles, "Stupid people. It is like thinking screaming for science justifies an action, but for horrid clothing. I mean, yes," she puts her hand on her chest, "I have worn all white, with bright orange gloves and moccasins, plus bright green accessories. But that was SAFETY EQUIPMENT. It is meant to scream notice me, not I look good." Circe wrinkles her nose, "Still didn't help the smell of the tuuutotally filthy place."

[Kray]

Given Circe moves in much higher circles then the ogre, enabling wars and the like that she has more experience with the finer things is not really all that surprising. "Hm. Does it work?" Would I be impressed by such an ostentatious display? Not really having got that far yet it was hard to say. It would tell me they have cash which can be thrown around. Something to warry of in its own right. "Ah. Comfort doesn't bother me. If get you from A to B the bells and whistles are just those." It seems more like a status symbol to him, or something for a night out as the summer sovereign describes. Maybe you had to be there. This joke has all the hallmarks of a comedy skit he just wasn't getting the joke spot on. "Uh. I don't doubt you could have fixed it. But hey it got done in the end." So there's that.

Well now that's interesting. And and the last bats of the game lose out as his focuses shifts down to the exotic fairest once more. "Uh Your boss huh?" Now that I would not have expected. "Hm. I had you pegged for running the show." Good to know there is another yet nameless but still another shadowy figure to carefully step around. He does not for moment believe Circe refers to a boos in the legal and civil sense like a clerk manager. "Hm?" What he called fun and hat others called fun could ... vary rather drastically so better to wait and hear what was meant to be considered so. "Ah. Well that's very impressive." There is something to be said for being skilful. But a little magic never hurts either. "Ah. I'm not above using the cheating skills to get line things up as I need them." But tactfully, when as they are needed for the ends I need to achieve. Something that sends him drifting off into thought for a a few more then a few moments.

Pulling back around as the crowd cheers. Then giving a shrug from the mighty shoulders of the giant. "Uh. I'll leave that kind of crazy reasoning to the tourist towns." There was a reason he had people helping with his financial investments after all.

The spice talk is even more confusing then how tourist towns hate their main source of income. "Ah. They must be some kind of crazy to want to do that to themselves." He was not one to talk but he isn't go around actively hurting himself so maybe he got a few words in rather then total silence on the subject. "Hm. Just seems down right foolish. There was no flavour to what you used, just pain if it gets worse I dread to think, more so of those who choose it." But the talk of pain is well a sudden shift in topic. "No right minded folk enjoy pain." Said a little to grimly, wit ha little to much seriousness. That is was necessary and unavoidable were separate matters. Don't need to enjoy it for those reasons. "Hm. I tired Sushi quite a bit recently so yes, I can see the benefit of spice for flavour, not for pain." And for huffing tear gas. Well I reckon that guy must have died.

The fashion talk drives him to scratch at the back of his head and the accompanying fall of lichen pieces. "Uh. Does it really matter what people choose to wear?" Would it look bad sure, but did he care? Not really. "Ah. Sure it might be an eye sore but so what." When he thought a person was wearing a dog that had been a curiosity. Just a skirt is not a crime. Any ogre judging other for appearances needed a serious grounding in his book. The seeming of brutes and flesh eaters renowned as it was for being less then good looking to put it politely.

With 2 days left time to look at closing it up, I'll close with my next post if that's all good with you?

[Circe]

Was it effective? "Eh, intimidation less so. Everyone does it. But in some countries the great air conditioning?" She nods, "Very impressive. Nothing like the loss of humidity, heat, and cool drinks to relax a customer."


"Oh ho ho ho! That wasn't the objective," she assures Kray, "But the objective was met. And exceeded. Though my comrades failed their bonus objectives. Flirt no work."


Circe puffs up at the compliment to her work rank. "Yes," she nods, "Had to rebuild my way into the field, sad to say. Dude is competent," she points at Kray, "I will give him that John. I don't think I'm the most unique employee he has either, so ring master too, oh ho ho ho."


She couldn't disagree. Tourism was an odd mixture of love and hate. "Surprised you don't have an interest in those old ghost towns John. Those abandoned places are kinda spooky. Adventurous locals, possible looting for old machine parts, but spooky."


Circe couldn't disagree with the madness of the culinary masochist. "True," she agrees on the enjoyment of pain requiring madness. It fits to her opinion, despite the popularity of no longer kink shaming. "And Garlic Bread. That is just a gift to the world. Unlike fish jerky, which is a punishment from Heaven."


Fashion was something the ogre was ignoring. Well, she got it. The man was covered in lichen, had horns, and was huge. Of course he'd not get it. "First impressions are important in life John. Good for business, good for social connections. Proper fashion, um, how to say it? Oh! Wearing the right thing is like right tool for the right job," she explains to him. And for her justification on the Poodle Skirt's wickedness? That should not be necessary. Her ears pull back to the side of her skull, "Atonal music hurts my ears. It is something intentionally made to be displeasing and distressing to the senses. I do not support any attempts to replicate atonal music in fashion. My suit tailor would RANT about such things endlessly if he became aware of it." She gives Kray a wide eyed look, "You do not pretend to pay attention with him. You have to take part in the discussion. Whilst standing still. For someone with access to a LOT of needles."


That was a great justification. Especially since she meant it. Her tailor was the embodiment of male fashionista. Damn good at his job, but talkative by a lot. The irony that Circe found this troublesome was lost on the Larcenist Lost.

Sure! Sorry for the delay, weekend got busy. Great scene!

[Kray]

Scratching at a scab on his chin as he wonders. "Hm. Guess that would depend more on who's in the car wouldn't it. If a figure to be afraid of or not." Same reason people panic more when they break things that belong to some people over others. "Sounds more like making them feel like they matter, giving them a taste of things others don't have access to." But Circe did have a point, sweat boxes and dingy jail cells were used to break people, while cool cars and pleasant villas used to impress.

A mighty shrug. "Uh. I mean fair enough the job got done whatever it maybe and in away it's good to know the folks in blue don't cave to flirting." Not that he would ever try that approach. "Means some of them might even be doing there jobs properly." Knowing which officers would bend and which would not was pretty important before you started testing those waters. And which will break and go to far.

This comment gets a look of mild incredulity. "Uh. Your not are you? What does the guy regularly run a racket with folk of unique and unusual persuasions?" It was the first time he had been lead to wonder if Circes gun business was actually something lost related and not just an mundane outfit. "Eh. Either way if the guy has your respect he must be born to run his business." If he is mortal he has done dam well to impress a lost as skilled as her.

He turns back to the game as it wraps up. "Hm. Oh. Nah. While I get the appeal I've always been more a city fella." It had plenty to fear all of its own. "And running around a ghost town all by myself sounds neat at first, until you realise there are next to people about." And that would make harvesting fear harder. As for the tourist aspect. "Ah. And if its just a fake; some spooky rumours, fake cobwebs and animatronics with an actor or two for a jump scare." A shake of the head. "I got no time for it." That's a good question does she know about the plans foe Edna's? That however was its own conversation.

Onto the topic of more culinary treats. "Uh. Yeah I don't mean some garlic bread, the French baguettes are good but I prefer those big slices you can get some places. Less a fan of that pizza variant I've seen about a lot." Okay but lets leave off the fish. "Ah. That's because you smoke or salt fish to make it last you don't make it into jerky." Who is turning fish into jerk really. "Now. Some smoked cod or haddock, nice bit of plaice, salmon to." His stomach grumbles again, only no mortal was going to walk past with some smoked fish or sushi he could forcibly barter from them. "Ah. With this wrapping up I think I'll go get some sushi for dinner, I found a decent place for that." It had been a new but very welcome experience. I should do another walking tour like that.

He waves off the point half heartedly because he knows she is right. "Yeah. Yeah. I have heard that before. But even by American standards I am big guy. Not to much made in my size beyond flannel." And I don't have a tailor. "Hm. But maybe I'll look into it." He had suits he had worn one at the man in black, he just did not care for them. Anyone who sees past the size and the threatening demeanour doesn't care what I'm wearing anyway.

It seemed to be something of a running theme of this conversation. "Uh. Why do people keep making things that are meant to be hurtful in ways that make no sense." Who listens to music to suffer? "Hm. But I guess everyone has there damage don't they." And with the game over seats emptying it looked to be time to go. "Ah. Well looks like everything is wrapped up. Good to see you Mary. " He will tip his hat to the summer sovereign once more before making his way out at the back end of the crowd.

Indeed it was a great one, thank you for hoping!