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estoria2015-05-19 08:25 pm
senseandcecilbility) wrote in estoria2015-05-19 08:25 pm
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[Open] Say cheese?
Who: Kevin Cecil and you
When: 1/6, 1/7
Where: CERES Gardens
What: Flowers! Pictures! Discomfiture!
Rating/Warning: none
[A florist! Kevin is a florist! He has never been a florist before, which is saying a lot considering he has been around for quite a bit. It is all right, though. He is nothing but thorough, and if he is going to sell this world's flowers, he might as well learn everything about them. With some trepidation and a few involuntary detours - oh dear, was that a neighborhood of ill repute? - he manages his way into the most bizarre railway system. Honestly, the entire thing is underground and as claustrophobic as any coal mine. Is that a distant and more forbidding relative of London's horror? Why anyone would ever consider that a good idea is quite beyond him. But thank goodness his efforts are amply rewarded when he emerges from the depths of earth to the most luxuriant sights and sounds of Ceres Gardens. Ahh, that was exactly what he had been praying for!
This place is very different from the Master and Mistress' peaceful Victorian garden, and not quite as wild as Eden itself. Although he is fully capable of recognizing some of the flora, the hard truth is that another equally large number of species baffle him. There is some spot of trouble with a grumpy groundkeeper when he attempts to collect some samples for entirely taxonomic purposes, but it all ends well after a young lady - she couldn't be over eighty - invites him to sit by her side, and proceeds to tell him everything about her six grandchildren and four house cats. By the end of their conversation, Kevin has learned a great deal about house cats, but also about how to use his CereVice to take daguerreotypes of cats or whatever catches his fancy.
Instantaneous pigmented daguerrotypes, no less. My, what will people invent next?
After saying goodbye to the nice lady, he resumes his stroll and starts to take photographs of all the flowers. Sadly, he lacks both the technique and etiquette to do that properly, so if you were to turn around, you might find yourself face to face with a tall stranger wearing a very intent expression and taking pictures of you.
Though what he is aiming at is that cherry tree just behind you, really.]
When: 1/6, 1/7
Where: CERES Gardens
What: Flowers! Pictures! Discomfiture!
Rating/Warning: none
[A florist! Kevin is a florist! He has never been a florist before, which is saying a lot considering he has been around for quite a bit. It is all right, though. He is nothing but thorough, and if he is going to sell this world's flowers, he might as well learn everything about them. With some trepidation and a few involuntary detours - oh dear, was that a neighborhood of ill repute? - he manages his way into the most bizarre railway system. Honestly, the entire thing is underground and as claustrophobic as any coal mine. Is that a distant and more forbidding relative of London's horror? Why anyone would ever consider that a good idea is quite beyond him. But thank goodness his efforts are amply rewarded when he emerges from the depths of earth to the most luxuriant sights and sounds of Ceres Gardens. Ahh, that was exactly what he had been praying for!
This place is very different from the Master and Mistress' peaceful Victorian garden, and not quite as wild as Eden itself. Although he is fully capable of recognizing some of the flora, the hard truth is that another equally large number of species baffle him. There is some spot of trouble with a grumpy groundkeeper when he attempts to collect some samples for entirely taxonomic purposes, but it all ends well after a young lady - she couldn't be over eighty - invites him to sit by her side, and proceeds to tell him everything about her six grandchildren and four house cats. By the end of their conversation, Kevin has learned a great deal about house cats, but also about how to use his CereVice to take daguerreotypes of cats or whatever catches his fancy.
Instantaneous pigmented daguerrotypes, no less. My, what will people invent next?
After saying goodbye to the nice lady, he resumes his stroll and starts to take photographs of all the flowers. Sadly, he lacks both the technique and etiquette to do that properly, so if you were to turn around, you might find yourself face to face with a tall stranger wearing a very intent expression and taking pictures of you.
Though what he is aiming at is that cherry tree just behind you, really.]
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Not that he is likely to lose him at all.]
Oh my, I did not realize...
[People, of course! They do not need to keep still, so he can take pictures of them to his heart's content. Needless to say his first vict--subject is the blond young man right in front of him.
He takes five shots in a rapid succession. Sorry, William, but it seems you have created a monster...]
Young master, this is brilliant!
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Kevin...
[William was anything if not resilient though and recovered quickly. Flushing, he proceeded to take more pictures of Kevin in retaliation.
Because this is totally a contest now. Somehow.]
Let us see how many pictures this can capture!
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Indeed sir, I bet I can capture more pictures than you...
[Without further ado, he hops behind the bench and sneaks a glance over the wooden arm at the young man, device ready in hand. He looks serene, but also somewhat naughty, like a happy
puppyolder brother inviting William to play.]no subject
I bet I can not only capture more pictures, but most of mine shall have you fully in the frame.
[And he's going to dodge behind the tree now, and snap yet another picture. He's flying pretty high right now, much like when he was still small, taken back to those times when Kevin would always manage to drag him into play initially against his will. But William always ended up an eager participant.]
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It is settled then. Whoever loses must visit the other at work!
[Nothing like a cavorting young master to turn the angel of cruelty's heart into butter. Kevin could do that for the rest of eternity, except that humans do not have that much time to play. So he'd better make certain young master lives his life to the fullest like the precious soul he is. It doesn't matter if they are in a strange world or back home, Kevin's goal has not changed.
William misses him the first time, but catches him just after. His angle at the tree is way too good, and Kevin ends up with grass on his hair as he attempts to take a picture of him from under the bench.]
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Very well!
[Oh that is clever Kevin. He can't easily take a picture of you under there. But he's going to try and bends down into a crouch, trying to tilt himself to the side to take a shot. Which is harder than it looks. Oh if only his physical strength came even close to matching his mental capabilities.]
That is very unfair of you Kevin!
[Granted, he's getting some good shots of Kevin with mussed up hair. He might even save a couple to show people later on when he's in a particularly petty mood.]
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It is not unfair if I win, is it?
[Perfect logic there. He attempts to take another picture, but he can't find a proper angle. Time to abandon his shelter under the bench and run towards young master's tree like a silly goose. Enjoy your running butler, William.]
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It is when your legs are much longer than mine!
[Curse you and your superior athletic ability.
Not that a five year old couldn't out maneuver him.He tries to spring to his feet only to stumble slightly and take a few off shots that miss Kevin entirely.]no subject
But young master, you are so much smarter!
[He catches William from behind before he has a chance to fall, all warm angel and earthly grass. He even manages to take pictures with his free hand, though from this angle they will only show William's golden locks and maybe the tip of his ear. Regardless, Kevin is grinning contently. This is a wonderful change from hell and heaven breathing down their necks.]
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You needn't state the obvious.
[Oh no, not the fatal embrace! He's going to try and twist around and snap Kevin's picture. Which is a challenge. And oh, is that someone else in the garden staring at them? Yes it is.
Okay, full self conscious mode is a go.]
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Kevin notices William's self consciousness before he notices the witness to their antics. Ah, he could have attributed that to his sensitive age, but young master has always been like that. With an affectionate chuckle, he lets him go, but not before plucking some stray flower petals from his hair.]
When you become rich again, sir, you ought to purchase your own garden.
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That might be a good idea. Would you plant vegetables like last time, or add in some flowers?
[He just assumes that Kevin will do most of the work in that matter. Not that William is lacking in any gardening talent. He just prefers not to get his hands too dirty.]
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Vegetables and flowers, I believe, since I am bound to learn more about the latter. Why, we could try some eatable flowers as well!
[Not so many herbs, though, since young master happens to be "allergic" to them. ]
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That would be nice. We would have a few nice salads and deserts that way. Though I would imagine you would become sick of it at that flower shop.
[Yes, let's put off the herbs for now. William doesn't need any depressing past life experiences right now. Besides, Solomon never helps him in the ways that count.]
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I wonder...Miss Vietnam was so kind to accept me. I do not wish to disappoint her. Especially after young master vouched for me.
[He won't drag the Twining name through the mud by being a bad florist. That just won't do. ]