IC contact for lastvoyages

[littlebattles]

[If I don't have an active post up, feel free to use this post to have your character call, videochat, text, or knock on June's door.]

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[omniavincit]

[ William rolls his eyes—not extravagantly, but noticeably—at mention of her boat, cast for a moment back to a dinner party. Any dinner party. He looks her over again, something in him hardening toward her, considers her choice of words: con artist.

Not thief. Not a lowly grifter. ]

Twenty-first. [ He says—patient and seemingly unselfconscious. His gaze does not stray to his hat, his boots, the sleeve of his painstakingly accurate nineteenth-century shirt. ] You should sit down.

[littlebattles]

I'm fine.

[She's not exactly expecting an attack, but all the same, she feels more comfortable on her feet and by the exit.]

What's the cosplay about?

[omniavincit]

[ For a long second he looks at her blank-faced, betraying nothing. Cosplay.

His mouth sets. ] It's bespoke. [ He says, plucking absently at his jacket cuff. He thinks of all the blood it's soaked up, of men who clutched at his boots and begged. ] To things I did. Choices.

Are you stalling? [ It's asked gently. ]

[littlebattles]

[It sounds like bullshit, but so does everything that happens on the Barge, and pretending to be a couple hundred years ahead of ones own time would be such a stupid, pointless thing to lie about. She decides to assume he's telling the truth. It's not as if it matters anyway.]

I've just always wondered, that's all.

Do you want to hear all about how bad I feel? The guilt?

[She can't imagine that mattering, either.]