At the Fourth Sin - Sunday Night

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky sits behind the desk, looking very, very content.

She has the air of someone who has spent the last few days in bed resting after a very long and strenuous workout.

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[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH walks into The Fourth Sin, wearing what appears to be flowey purple robes, having changed after leaving the clinic. These, he felt, were more appropriate for a night on the town. There is a yellow rubber duck, with a purple bow tied to it, sitting on his shoulder. Matching purple ribbon hangs from his scythe. Those that cannot see him feel a very determined but unsure sense of dread.*

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky shivered slightly, and picked up a magazine.

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH, while he cannot be seen, can certainly be heard. And, perhaps, if one were to look very closely, they would see a very skinny, yet indistinct lad... or lassie. Its not very clear.*

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

Inara returns from the fair, a little weary, but stops as she sees the ...person...in the floral purple robe talking to Becky.

"Uh, good evening?"

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky glances up. "Hi. Do you hear something? And is it like, really cold in here?"

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

"Uh, it's very cold in here." Inara glances at the floral robed figure. Her mind isn't exactly clear on who the person is or what they look like but she's definitely feeling the cold. "And, uh, I think we have a client."

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH nods to the beautiful woman before him*

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

"Experienced in working wiles," Inara repeats, somewhat numbly. "I suppose that could be said for anyone in this establishment.

"Was there anything you particularly wanted to know?"

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

Her mind shies away from the matter of 'proper attire'. Or how this conversation is taking place when she's not exactly hearing anyone speak.

"That sounds more like a question of people skills. Of learning how to gain people's attention. 'Wiles' is a...subcategory of dealing with people - a little more charm and a little less pushiness..."

At a loss as to how to proceed, Inara waits for the person to give her a few more cues.

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH nods at this, clearly thinking. The blue sparks in his eyes flash slightly.*



*DEATH, while seeming naive, does seem genuinely curious.*

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

"Charm is...an attitude, not just outward signs. Poise and confidence add to it, but it helps to have a genuine concern about the other person. Affection is a part of it, but it really depends on the person. Not all cultures value affectionate behaviour."

Inara ventures to ask, "Exactly what cause is this?"

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

"Fashion rights for the undead," Inara says. "That's a new one. By 'using wiles' on this person, I'm guessing you're trying to persuade him around to your thinking?"

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

"Charm is something you can learn. It's just...something that takes practise. And charming people doesn't always work, either. Some people are suspicious of charm, and others are more likely to go out and do exactly the opposite. It depends on the person."

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

"You're welcome. Good luck with the 'wiles', Mr... I don't believe you gave us your name."

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH pauses, grinning in a manner that he has done little since arriving at Fandom High, which, not surprisingly, is the same grin his skull is always displaying.*



*DEATH then leaves a small payment at the desk of gold coins, which, incidently, seem to come in pairs, and then takes his leave.*

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

Inara stirs her finger through the coins. Some of them seem a little worn, and one or two look distinctly corroded.

"Becky, just confirm for me? Did he say 'fashion rights for the undead'?"

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

[deadly_little]

Miho comes down the stairs in time to see the anthropomorphic entity. The purple robe is new since her last...encounter. She gives him a small bow and heads toward the kitchen.

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH returns the bow, as is customary. He will not have it said that DEATH is anything but polite.*

[t-servo.livejournal.com]

Tom Servo floats in.

"Where's the wenches! I demand rubbing! My clear plastic head is both manly and enticing. Touch me already!"

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky rubs her temples.

"Sugar, please. You are loud. Indoor voices."

[t-servo.livejournal.com]

"Indoor voices, yes." Servo looks left and then right, before leaning in to Becky. "So, I can get touched here, right? I've been very lonely."

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky stares.

"Um. Yes. Yes, sir, you can. Our girls aren't used to...um...people like you, though."

[t-servo.livejournal.com]

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I ain't wanting the sex, darling."

He shakes his head, jaw open.

"Kind of unequipped in that department. Just wanting some cuddles. Robots need love too."

[deadly_little]

Miho comes out of the shadows to glare suspiciously at the robot. Who comes to a brothel looking for cuddling?

Her glare may be softened somewhat by the fact that she has chocolate on her face, but if the robot is wise he will not comment on that.

[t-servo.livejournal.com]

Servo floats a bit back from the glaring woman, until he notices the chocolate.

"Awwww... now that is cute. Seriously, lookit the widdle chocolate stains."

[deadly_little]

Her eyes narrow, and she slides her sword an inch out of the sheath with her thumb.

[t-servo.livejournal.com]

If Servo could properly emote pouting, he would do so right now.

Sadly, all he can do is stare open-mouthed at the cute, chocolatey smudged assassin.

[deadly_little]

Miho sighs. Money is money. Gingerly, she hugs the robot, which if the robot were flesh would not be a pleasant experience. Something like being hugged by steel bands.

Over his shoulder, she mouths at Becky, 'Page Carmen.'

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky stares before pressing a button on the phone on the desk.

"Um. Carmen's expecting you. For...um...more cuddling."

[deadly_little]

Miho releases the robot immediately. When no one is looking, she wipes the chocolate away with the sleeve of her robe.

[t-servo.livejournal.com]

"Which way do I go, toots?"

[deadly_little]

Miho comes back out of the kitchen with a box of Thin Mints, and considers hiding in the shadows until the robot goes away.