[OPEN LOG]

[nukeoleptic]

Who: Jade + literally anyone
What: Jade bribing people into her restaurant with free things.
When: Day 355.
Where: The Highwind, in Heimdall's district.
Rating: PG-13 for language at most!

EDITED TO ADD: Also, totally feel free to threadjack and use this as a mingle log IF YOU WOULD LIKE ♥

[ It had worked once before, back in the heat of late summer in Asgard, so Jade was trying it again. She had dragged the sign out to the front of the store, right in the middle of the sidewalk, and written in huge letters:

free hot chocolate! :D
just come inside ♥

The temperature hadn't broken the sixty degree mark today - it was getting chilly fast. Both Orihime and Annabeth were gone, and the store was oddly quiet. Jade will be found keeping herself busy throughout the day with odd little chores when it's completely empty of customers - sweeping, dusting, and occasionally dozing in a booth near the door when the boredom becomes too much to bear. ]

Comments

[tonsofpun]

You have time for a full-on comic book rivalry?

[wasthemaster]

I wasn't aware there could be such a th--

...are you the reason my comics keep moving around? [He was aware that Jade had been taking them in and out of their hiding place under their bed, but he had no idea why.]

[tonsofpun]

... miiiiight be.

[Whoops.]

[wasthemaster]

[He's trying to look annoyed. It's only working about half-way. Be lucky you're a friend of Jade's, Ellie.]

I was starting to wonder when Jade became so interested in them. She's been loaning you some of my best stuff.

[tonsofpun]

Well, I'm not keeping 'em. Promise. I don't take them home or anything.

[wasthemaster]

[A pause.]

Let me ask you this. Do you have anything worth trading for?

[tonsofpun]

Not stuff, unless you really like fruit. Not stuff that I'd trade, anyway.

...but I can teach archery, I guess. Why?

[wasthemaster]

I mean I'm not opposed to fruit necessarily. [He seemingly perks up suddenly. He has a bow and a bunch of arrows and he's actually not as horrible as he used to be...but not having his wand sucks so bad.]

Really...are you any good at it?

[tonsofpun]

... you don't want examples. But yeah, I've got a good handle on it.

[wasthemaster]

['She had blood all over her when she got here. Kept freaking out that there was enough food to eat.' He can sort of guess...but he's not going to pry at the moment.]

You can imagine that all we're ever really trained to use is our wands. I have very limited archery skills and it's only because I've been teaching myself. What's the point of making poisoned arrows if I can't shoot them accurately?

[tonsofpun]

Shit, you're making poisoned arrows when you can't shoot?

That's not an accident waiting to happen or anything.

[Ugh, she better do something. Quick. Or this could get stupid.]

- yeah, I'll teach you if you want.

[wasthemaster]

I never said I couldn't shoot them! I've been learning on my own but it's not my default method, all right?

[A beat.]

Tell you what. Lessons for comics. Fair deal?

[tonsofpun]

Fair deal.

[She holds out her hand. Shake on it?]

[wasthemaster]

[He sort of just looks at her hand before grabbing it to shake.]

Fair. Let me know when you'd like to start.

[tonsofpun]

[One firm shake, and a nod.]

How about right after lunchtime tomorrow? At the citadel.

[wasthemaster]

Deal. I'll have Euri watch the shop and we'll begin immediately. Meanwhile I'll gather your payment.