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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."