March 19, 2003

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A trump call ...

To the image of Merlin, Yosannah smiles. And that's all.

The image of Merlin smiles slightly. "Oh," he says. "Hey."

To the image of Merlin, Yosannah says "Heya. Whatcha up to?"

The image of Merlin shrugs faintly. "Not a whole lot, apparently."

To the image of Merlin, Yosannah ahhhs, "Of course. You up for a visit?"

The image of Merlin glances off to one side. "Well, I'm not at home. Or, I am, actually. But the other one."

To the image of Merlin, Yosannah says "Oh. Is that a bad thing?"

The image of Merlin shakes his head. "Not particularly. It's just a long way to go, that's all."

To the image of Merlin, Yosannah bites at her lip, "Pardon me?"

The image of Merlin blinks, and his lips twitch faintly. "I mean.... Yes, I'm up for a visit!" He extends his hand into the contact.

Merlinways, House Sawall...

A simple collection of ways, nothing too extravagant. A bed chamber, something of a study, and a few smaller ones, for caching of clothing or other items.

Merlin smiles. "There. Better?"

Yosannah smiles as well. She spins her head to look about the room. "Heh. Where are we?"

Merlin waves a hand in a vaguely circular motion. "These are my ways in Sawall," he says. "They don't see much use."

Yosannah rests her hands on her hips, "I'd say not. Doesn't look like much action goes on here at all." She winks. She wanders over to a chamber, "What's in there. Hmm.."

Merlin wrinkles his nose. "Hey..." he murmurs.

Yosannah looks over her shoulder at him, "Hmm?"

Merlin shakes his head, exhaling a sigh. He gestures vaguely in a few different directions, "Bedroom. Study. Wardrobe."

Yosannah nods, "Ah." She wanders back toward him, stray strand of hair wrapped around a finger, "What do you do here?"

Merlin smirks slightly. "Secret, clandestine things?"

Yosannah chuckles lightly, "Say that again."

Merlin clears his throat. "Ahem. Secret, clandestine things."

Yosannah crosses her arms and raises a hand so as to drum her fingers over her lips, "Very poetic; though, I only half believe you."

Merlin smirks and waves a hand. "Nah, this is definitely not the place to do things like that. Family members are prone to barging in if they know you're here."

Yosannah sighs, "And you felt it important to ruin the illusion for me. Oh well."

Merlin winks an eye. "Just covering my tracks..."

Yosannah hehs, "So. I was at this really great club in Dover last night." She rocks her shoulders, "and there was much dancing to be had. You gonna go with me sometime?"

Merlin wanders over towards his study, where a number of candles flicker dimly."Dancing in Dover?" he says, closing and stacking a few notebooks that lay openon the desk.

"Of course."

Merlin gathers up a few loose sheets, tucking them into one of the notebooks. "Well, that depends," he says. "Is there a cover?"

Yosannah notes the items as he shuffles them. A light shadow falling across her face but only for a moment. She asks, "A cover?" She shakes her head, "Not when you know the owners."

Merlin grins, striking a mock-priss stance. "Well, la di da."

Yosannah rolls her eyes, "Come here."

Merlin sets the pile of notebooks off to one side of the desk, then drifts over, blowing out the candles in that room as he goes.

Yosannah stands before him, "Okay." She reaches for his right hand and pulls it toward her hip. "This is a test. Step on my feets and there will be hell."

Merlin smirks slightly. "Are you going to lead, too?"

Yosannah slides the same hand to his neck and reaches for his left hand with her other, "This isn't ballroom dancing, Corey."

Merlin murmurs, "Uh huh."

Later...

The image of Despil says "Hello. It's Despil."

To the image of Despil, Yosannah says "Hey. I can see that now," She nods, "I couldn't tell. Wasn't sure I should answer at first. Whatcha up to."

The image of Despil says "Not a lot. You wanted one of these of yourself, didn't you?"

To the image of Despil, Yosannah says "Of myself? I'm sorry. You mean trumps?" She laughs, "I have one. Thanks though."

The image of Despil says "Ah. Other than that, I wanted to scold you for leaving me at that wretched party, and also to ask about the Gideon Club."

To the image of Despil, Yosannah chuckles, "You'll have to blame your brother for that."

The image of Despil laughs. "I'll be sure to."

To the image of Despil, Yosannah says "In any event, I'm at Gideon now if you'd like to visit."

The image of Despil says "I'd love to."

Gideon Club Study...

Yosannah smiles at him as she bites, habitually, at her lip. Then, releasing his hand, "Welcome."

Despil smiles and bows. "Thank you. It's good of you to bring me here."

Yosannah looks at him quizically, "Why do you do that?"

Despil says "To be respectful."

Despil says "To be respectful."

Yosannah raises a hand to her neck and traces her finger along her ear, "I appreciate the gesture, I'm just not used to it I suppose."

Despil smiles. "Someone should make you get used to it."

Yosannah hehs and shifts uncomfortably, "You're teasing me." She smiles, "But. That's not why you're here, is it."

Despil shakes his head. "Not to tease you, no. It was a social call, and to find out more about the Gideon Club."

Yosannah motions to the area near the fireplace, "Please," She indicates the couch and sits.

Despil sits down at The couch by the fireplace.

Yosannah picks up a book from the coffee table. She flips through the pages before setting it back atop the table, "You said before that you had heard of this place. I'm wondering if you remember where you first recall being told about it."

Despil says "I think I know someone who's a member. It's been a long time."

"How long has it been?"

Despil says "For me -- decades."

Yosannah smiles knowingly at this, "Ah, you mean shadow time."

Despil nods. "Personal time, yes."

Yosannah scratches at the back of her hand, "What were you hoping to find here?"

Despil smiles. "Information. Is it a social club?"

Yosannah considers for a moment, "Despil, you -are- very sweet." She offers him a slight nod, "But I can't help but wonder what you need this information for."

Despil hmms and says, "Strictly speaking, I don't. I don't mean to pry."

Yosannah smirks, "Yes you do."

Despil blinks a bit. "I see."

Yosannah exhales, "Oh no. Am I being disrespectful now."

Despil laughs a bit. "Well, since I'm prying, feel free to tell me that it's none of my business. But I don't see how you can know my intent."

"Yes. This is something of a social club." She taunts, "Not that it's any of your business."

Despil nods and says, "Fair enough. Next topic."

Yosannah chuckles, "Listen. Seriously, it's really not my business either, if you get my meaning."

Despil nods back to her and says, "That's fine."

Yosannah slides out of her jacket and hangs it over the arm of the couch, "Let me suggest this. Spend time. You're certainly welcome to." She explains, "Then, it can never be said that I said something I shouldn't have and you'll figure things out without ever having to have asked directly."

Despil says "Ah, are non-members welcome, then?"

Yosannah leans to him and whispers playfully, "You are."

Despil smiles and leans back. He whispers, "Thank you."

Yosannah lifts her forefinger to her lips, "Shhh. If they know, they'll all want to come here."

Despil chuckles. "Then I won't blab."

"Fair enough."

Despil nods to you again and says, "And I suppose I'll just not ask questions."

Yosannah stands from the couch, "Now you're catching on. Would you like a drink?" She moves to the bar.

Despil says "How about a manhattan?"

Yosannah smiles, "Fine." She dips behind the bar looking the bourbon, "So, I'm wondering," She goes about fixing his drink, "Why it is that your wasting your time here with me. Don't they keep you busy in..." She considers for a moment, trying torecall. "Sawall?"

Despil replies, "Busy enough, but not every waking hour, no."

Yosannah opens a large bottle of cherries, spearing two with a tiny plastic sword, "And in your spare moment, you chose to call me. Very cute." She finishes his drink and pours herslef a glass of red wine.

Despil says "Then are you of the opinion that I was compelled to rather than chose to?"

Yosannah hands him the drink and then proceeds to sit, "Oh no. I know you chose to."

Despil smiles and shrugs. "Maybe I like you."

Yosannah lifts the wine to her lips and smiles behind her glass, "I knew it."

Despil sips his drink. "Ah, you just wanted me to say it. I see."

"Absolutely." She follows suit and sips her wine. "You can say it again if you like." She chuckles.

Despil grins and says, "Maybe I like you." He lifts his glass to her.

Yosannah laughs now, obviously taken with the entire notion, "Well then, while we're sharing maybe's, I may just be engaged."

Despil grins. "To Merlin?"

Yosannah's smile lingers, "Heh. If that were the case, don't you think you would know?"

Despil says "Not necessarily. If it were true, Merlin might tell me. If it's a potential, he'd most likely not tell me."

Yosannah agrees, "And I suppose the object of his affections might not know either." She adds, "Nevertheless, it just may be someone you do not know."

Despil laughs. "Statistically, that's likely."

"And so what do I do with you now?"

Despil shrugs. "Most likely, I'd suppose you tell me that you're involved with someone else."

Yosannah finishes her wine and sets the glass on the table, "Mmm."

Despil laughs. "Say it, then. 'I'm sorry, Despil, I love another, but I like you, too. How about if we remain bizarre, if entertaining friends?'"

Yosannah laughs, "You know." She pauses, "I'm vague only because I have recently come to grips with the notion that the sort of relationships and ideas of family thatI used to experience back home just don't make sense in this context. I thought it was possible to exist in your world as a 'shadow'," She drawls on this last word, "and still be able to have those things. It's not practical."

Despil nods. "That is true."

"So, when I say I may be engaged, I mean just that. I don't know what that means anymore."

Despil nods. "I understand completely."