all drunk on my love (open)

[auditor]

who: Claudia and e'erybody that shouldn't be in bed.
what: A lady of the night explores the night, do ho ho. I'm sorry for being all over the log comm, also.
when: Day seventy-nine or eighty, late night.
where: ...around.
rating: PG-13, to start. Mistaken hooker identity and sexual themes, abound.

[ the time has come: for all the reading claudia has done, and all the exploring during the days, and all her aggression in acquiring allies, a madame of roma must learn the night life of a city. particularly if she is considering becoming a madame of asgard. folkvang's extreme discretion, though, leaves her skeptical of the number of brothels she would find; and the locals are so lifeless, she is sure said brothels are lacking in many customers. the same goes for the bars, and as she has heard them called, "clubs." still, claudia is determined to learn of the vices available in asgard and who partakes in said vices.

even if she is slightly low on coin. perhaps she can add pickpocketing to her own vices because she may well do it, tonight, if needed... because it had been another day in a boutique, accepting fashion suggestions from the staff. they had insisted on heels for partying, and when they had found a pair stable enough, claudia caved. she remains unsure of the style, itself, but claudia is always very sure of her own body: she looks fantastic, her compliments to the shop's employees.

so perhaps she seems to plan on earning coin another way. you will be forgiven for mistaking her for a working prostitute. kaz. ]

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[madamemoiselle]

[It was essentially a weekly occurrence by now, though it was hardly regular on what day it would happen. Diva didn't have to sleep as often as humans in Asgard, but when she did decide to, it was usually something of a process. She had been so used to falling asleep with someone at her side that her homesickness really only reared its head when she was trying to go to sleep. It ended in one of two ways, generally speaking. On one hand, she would eventually just fall asleep out of pure exhaustion, clutching a pillow like it would replace someone sleeping at her side, or as was the case tonight, finding someone to fill that role.

Luckily, as was likely the case with Claudia as well, her outfit had been drawing the attention that she wanted, but as Claudia approaches, it's certainly not from the man that's following after her.]

Ugh, didn't you hear me? I said no, and don't offer to pay me again. Go away!

[She'd been half-shouting that back at him, so turning to look forward again, she sees Claudia. At first she's just surprised to see a person with a face, but then it dawns on her that she recognizes this face, even if it's only an acquaintance. (And, she notes, that's a pretty modern dress for someone from the 16th century...) Diva trots closer quickly, with an expression that clearly says "oh god please save me"]

Claudia, what a surprise to see you here! Hey, I was just telling this gentleman [which is said with so much venom] goodbye.

[auditor]

[ claudia hears enough of the conversation, and even if she hadn't, she has dealt with enough situations of civilian women and her own courtesans being hassled that the situation would be easy to understand. diva's expression only cements her urge to help into action. it definitely doesn't help this douchebag npc starts trying to lay it thick on her, too, and offers to pay them both. claudia places a hand on diva's shoulder, protective, for the man to see. ]

Davvero. We are flattered, but neither of us are interested in desperate men. [ mr. npc frowns, and claudia smirks. ] Now, run along. Or I will be the one sticking something into you, messere.

[ LOL THAT'S RIGHT BYE BITCH ]

claudia is fierce as fuq

[madamemoiselle]

[Diva watches as Mr. NPC walks away, utterly defeated by not getting a booty call tonight. And... is about five years old and even sticks out her tongue at him.

But after he's out of earshot, Diva looks up at Claudia, smiling brightly.]

Ah, thank you, Claudia! He'd been following for three or four blocks, saying all kinds of rude things. I mean, I like persistent, but that's a little much...

[She sighs heavily, glancing to the side] It's too bad, since he was cute.

that's how auditores roll.

[auditor]

[ claudia laughs. ]

I'm certain you can find better, then.

[parasiteye]

[ NOT HIS FAULT ALRIGHT. He suffered recent head trauma and Claudia is just absolutely smoking tonight.

Which is admittedly what he would like to be doing in this clear night air but the taste makes him feel ill and feeling ill when you've had a concussion is the last thing you really want after several days of nausea so. He's more out to enjoy the fresh night air and wander aimlessly through the streets. The streets where the hot chicks are but still. He isn't much disappointed with what he's seeing until Claudia happens to chance by and basically makes the barely-faced ones look like cheap imitations in comparison (which they are, but they were at least enough before hot mama came by).

So now he's going to stare at her instead, brows lifted. Yes...this is good. Nice physics. ]

[auditor]

[ damn right, she is smoking. but let her help, here, because she is always smoking. even when she isn't working.

claudia notices his gaze, and he may be scrawnier than she is interested in, but she isn't disinterested, either. men who are forward are always interesting. and after all, she is scoping the prostitution in asgard out, and if she is mistaken for one, well... it isn't inaccurate. plus, a little fun after the assassin order's politics wouldn't hurt.

she tilts her head, smiling, inviting. ]

[parasiteye]

[ He's got the dull throb of a headache in his temple but that is easily forgotten when she notices and actually responds. Because that's not something the faceless have picked up on yet and it's definitely not what a lot of other worlders would do.

Kaz likes this.

He'll return with a slight smirk of his own and change over from watching to walking, headed over with his hands in his pockets ]

Hey.

[falselysanguine]

[Ann also moved on from her outdated style into something...still not as 'modern' as Claudia, but closer. She's got problems with some of the styles nowadays, alright?

She's out and about herself, having accidentally gotten her days and nights mixed up during a bout of studying. Again. When she spots Claudia, she's stunned]

Today's fashions suit you much better than they suit me.

[auditor]

[ oh, hey, girl. claudia laughs. ]

Do you think? I let the shop staff help.

[falselysanguine]

I'm just not quite ready to become a 'modern' woman of style yet, I suppose. Far too much skin is shown for my tastes. It looks wonderful on you, however.

[key_illusion]

[And if Claudia's venture detours her through the park, she may happen to walk by ???'s bench. He's not a stranger to the night; in fact, he gets out more during the night when there's less people around to bother him or take notice of his strange appearance. Because if you saw a teen walking around head to toe in black with a barely visible face (which it rarely was), you'd probably stare too.

Anyways, times have been hard on ??? after some miscalculations and problems arising. So there he'll sit at his usual spot, but he's bent forward to rest his head in his hands. He's calculating, forming plans, trying to ensure things will work out and people will be happy...It's hard being the guide and playing the bad guy. It's hard and nobody understands.]

[auditor]

[ detours through the park, indeed. it's quicker than streets in the district, and the park is beautiful — a pleasant, if quick, moment to herself. or so it was suppose to be, until she spots someone hunched over a bench. for a moment, she thinks said someone is a local, but the coloring of the clothes is far too dark, even for them. being more caring than she would like to admit, claudia approaches. ]

Scusi, is everything okay? Do you need help to a physician?

THIS ICON IS DEDICATED TO DOLLY

[key_illusion]

[Footsteps, great.

He doesn't bother to look up, hoping that they'll disappear, but where's his luck tonight? Instead, he presses his hands together, thumbs pressed against his mouth underneath his hood, and he reaches out to the other person's mind to inject a suggestion: "mute".

Then he sits up to finally regard her, a slight tilt of his head indicating confusion as best as he can.]

...?

oh god four ongoing threads with you now...not that i'm complaining....

[uglyinside]

[ The deal was finalized with a languid curve of his lips and a gentle handshake. He'd been meeting with the bartender from Sky's Prize a few nights a week, planting seeds of discontent within every warm smile, twisting and manipulating the life and colour into the man. Once the exchange was finished, his smile became colder with clarity, before turning merely amused as he walked past him.

It was in the distance that he spotted a woman, and at first, thinks nothing extraordinary about the situation other than noting the pleasant aesthetics of the sight, and that the woman certainly held a face. The closer he approaches, however, his tired eyes widen a fraction in recognition. He slows to a stop under a street lamp, pocketing one hand into his coat as he gives a small wave with the other. ]

it's only a problem when we have ten a time, which...i've done. LMAO CRY.

[auditor]

[ even at her age, claudia's eyesight is fairly well, barring...when she is drunk, and she smiles in recognition as johan waves. she would walk a little faster, but she hardly trusts what the heels of her shoes would do to her balance. (it took a little practice to feel comfortable in them.)

when they are closer: ]

Come stai?

you need an intervention. a sexy one.

[uglyinside]

I'm fine. [ He steps out of the light as he walks in closer, feigning mild surprise with a soft raise of his brows as he greets her. ]

You're out rather late. Enjoying the quiet of the night?

[clockeyes]

[Cheriour wasn't really a being who needed much sleep, and considering he performed his duty under the silence of the night, walking around during this time is pretty much an ordinary habit of his.]

[He's mostly wrapped up in his own thoughts, trying his best to ignore the occasional woman and man around him who keep pointing and staring at those odd eyes of his. Which is why, when he turns to frown at a jeering man who called him a "freak of nature", he walks right into Claudia.]

[Realizing his sudden mistake, he backtracks and raises his hands, rather flustered that he allowed himself not to look where he was going.]

Oh, sorry miss! So very sorry! Forgive me, I wasn't watching where I was going!

[auditor]

[ see, the problem with attempting to adapt to the modern wardrobe is the heels. she practiced walking in them a little, and she definitely does not intend to run in them, much less anything else that requires more than an even pace — so someone knocking into her nearly puts her on her ass. claudia manages to grab one of his wrists to use as a balancer, though. ]

— obviously.

[ she straights, not having let go. ...clearly, hasn't looked at his face as she checks her shoes, either. ]

[clockeyes]

Oh, gosh, I really am quite sorry!

[He looks down to where she's looking before back up at her, clutching her shoulder helpfully as to not let her fall down. He allows her to hold his wrist, more concerned about her.]

Are you alright?

/slides over to

[kaderp]

[Kadar is exactly the person you'd expect to be out at night-- unless you actually know him. While Assassins do generally skulk around the nighttime shadows, Kadar has always been more fond of the daylight, so being out at night is more indicative of a deep-seated desire to explore and try and make this place become home, as much as it is indicative of a fear of sleep and the dreams that it brings. Dreams of home, of parents, of dying at a Templar's blade, of all sorts of things that could be washed away in the daylight.

Or, he'd found, if he could find something to get involved in at night, with noise and sound and as much color as this place has ever managed.

When he notices a familiar face, he raises a hand in greeting to Claudia, bouncing from the rooftop down onto the ground with practiced ease.]

It seems I am not the only one out late tonight.

yes good /steeples fingers

[auditor]

[ claudia puts her hands on her hips, smiling. go figure, she would run into another assassin at this time. at least it isn't altaïr or malik, though. (okay, mostly it's altaïr she'd hate to see.) she had had enough of the order's politics, and kadar, while someone she felt she needed to prove her trust to as well, had seemed far removed from the politics thus far. she hasn't had the heart to use it to her advantage. ]

Sí, and what are you up to this late?

[kaderp]

I found myself unable to sleep. [for insomnia; for nightmares. It's really an either/or situation, these days, save for the nights when both haunt him, and he is happy to be away and talking to someone.]

So I thought that I would explore, and-- as my brother would say-- see what trouble I could get into.

[digophelia]

[This will be the last time Alice decides to walk home alone, this late at night. Poor Julius, left behind in her place when he was prone to following her about. She's not even dressed revealing, not even by her standards, to have a few natives bothering her as she pass. When Alice can't take enough, her temper starts to flare up towards a tall man. As much as she's tempted to flash the knife she always cares, Alice refrains.]

Come any closer and you'll lose fingers!

[auditor]

[ so it goes, claudia has excellent hearing. apparently, part of assassin training is acquiring superhuman hearing or something because they are really good at long distance eavesdropping. nevermind claudia knows men, especially men at night, and alice is a very pretty girl. she knows alice would catch a pretty price in roma. ]

Having trouble, piccina?

[ mr. npc looks wary, possibly having heard of the traveller woman in blue leather that threatens men on behalf of harassed women. well, that or he has heard of the same type of woman punching one man in the face for an actual prostitute. HEY, MAYBE IT'S THE SAME WOMAN... ]

[digophelia]

[The same thing would happen around The Mangled Mermaid, although Alice is exceptionally stressed and irritated enough to actually vocalize her hidden wishes. Which is, quite frankly, wanting to hurt others that bother her in this way. Claudia steps in time before Alice actually acts out.]

Hmph.

[MIND YOUR SPACE, BUDDY. Alice still gives him a hard shove, recoiling near Claudia.]

No more than usual.