Luceti Appointments

[vor]

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May 26 | action

[seesmagic]

[ooc: continued from here]

[she couldn't help but frown at that] That's what adults always say.

july 14th | action

[herotypical]

Buffy Summers already knew where Greg Bleak--Gregor Vorbarra lived. It wasn't tough to recall the room she'd walked in on, a while back -- wondering whether she ought to move herself and Jack into an apartment just like this one. Today, however, she knocked. Politely. Firmly. She'd scribbled off a brief expect me later today message to Gregor over the journals, but she wasn't certain whether he'd received it or not.

Next to her -- almost as tall as her! -- was a fine quality punching bag in dark blue. She must have hauled the thing here on her own.

[vor]

Gregor opens the door--and looks briefly stunned. How did she get that thing up here? But he opens the door wider to let her in wordlessly.

[herotypical]

"...Afternoon to you, too," she quipped against his silence -- and then lifted the bag with one arm so that it just cleared the floor with an inch or two. Although she grunted briefly with the effort, the sound was more of an indulgent complaint than genuine strain.

[vor]

Color him impressed, as he closes the door and guides her into the room designated as the gym.

"Sorry."

The room is indeed makeshift. There are some dumbbells, some bars installed along the edges at varying heights, and a punching bag in one corner. Otherwise, it's pretty much just open floor.

[herotypical]

She, too, had something of an impressed colouring. As she deposited the newer bag against the wall, Buffy turned and took in the space.

"Man. Sometimes I wish I had the room to do something like this at my place..."

[vor]

He shrugs. "Advantage of living alone."

[herotypical]

Oh, she wasn't certain she could ever manage living alone. Far too solitary. And she had no concept of how Jack might have been able to do it for so long...

"Meanwhile, I live with three other people. Four if you count a current refugee. Used to be five of us in the house but..."

A shrug. He knew what Luceti was like by now, certainly.

[vor]

He nods. "I'm sorry."

[herotypical]

She shrugged. Hollom had always kept to herself; she couldn't be sure what he'd gone back to. She hoped it was something good, though.

"Mostly? We don't eat as well as we used to. But, uh, you're actually still living solo here?"

Curious. Her investigative nature was not well hidden.

[vor]

"Yes." He hesitates. "Well, mostly. Ivan moved in two doors down."

He knows she met Ivan.

[herotypical]

"So...you two -- you know each other?"

[vor]

"Grew up together."

He's not sure he feels safe mentioning, in a Malnosso-built building, that Ivan is pretty much his heir.

[herotypical]

"...Oh. Fancy that. I kinda went out of my way to not go name-dropping you, what with your whole alias fiasco. But it sounds like it's totally okay for me to own up to knowing you? 'Cause that'd really be great.

I generally suck at undercover."

[vor]

"He already knows you know. I told him."

[herotypical]

"...Huh. Fancy that."

She bought herself some time to chew over this fact by dipping into some teasing: "You told him good things, I hope."

[vor]

"I told him you're from the twenty-first century. He's having an interesting time with that."

[herotypical]

"You know, it's rare that I find myself on the ancient history side of the time divide. So it's fair to say that I'm having an interesting time with it, too."

Sometimes, it made her miss Bones.

"How is he settling?"

[vor]

"Considering he tried to pick you up within hours of arriving? Pretty well."

[herotypical]

Said like she still didn't believe Ivan had been genuinely trying to pickh her up: "Okay. Either he's very talkative or you're very...observant."

It wast the polite way to say nosy, really. After all, she was fairly nosy herself.

[vor]

"That, or I just know him."

[herotypical]

She began picking at the less-than-decent punching bag. Critically examining its seams, eyeing its hook.

"Kind of a Casanova, huh?"

[vor]

"He'd like to be. I think his method tends more toward 'ask enough women and one is bound to say yes,' though."

[herotypical]

She glanced across the room at him -- eyebrows up.

"Gee, suddenly I feel a whole lot less flattered by his attentions." Which was probably a good thing, in the end.

[vor]

"I didn't mean he doesn't have taste. You're a beautiful girl."