Oliver Day
28 July 2010 @ 02:51 pm
[Oliver is sitting at the Astral Bar, a glass of whisky in front of him. actually, there are several glasses, but only that one is still full. he has one hand on it, the other holding a sky blue egg with silver sparkles securely in his lap]

[he picks up the glass, downing quite a bit of it before he sets it back down on the counter. sighs, looking down at the egg morosely]
They might just lock me up, too, soon enough. [starts to pick the glass back up]

[but at that moment, as though in response, the egg gives a very loud CRACK. Oliver starts, setting the glass very heavily back down on the counter, spilling a bit. he watches the egg as a huge crack begins to form in its side, growing slowly until, with another CRACK, the egg splits open. it reveals a baby dwarf rabbit, which will look rather like this one when it gets a bit older. for now, it is tiny, its eyes are closed, and it's squirming restlessly. Oliver brings his other hand down, cupping the rabbit between them so it won't fall out of his lap. for the moment, he can only stare at it in awe]
 
 
28 July 2010 @ 08:38 pm
[Benny is dressed in a parka and trousers and furry boots. The resort wear of the Ice Warrior loving archaeologist. She has a pile of luggage around her currently that she is rooting through]

Where the bloody hell did you go? I know it’s in here somewhere, don’t worry? Oh, come on.

[Braxiatel is already packed, one gloved hand on the suitcase he is leaning against, the other holding a panama hat, and an unamused expression settled on his lips.] Bernice. You should have given it to me when I asked for it.

I said I knew where it was. And you know I’d find it a hell of a lot faster if you weren’t looking at me like that. [and she goes back to rooting around]

Oh, forgive me, Professor Summerfield. I’ll just stand here and admire Lyra, shall I? Vega looks lovely tonight.

Thank you.

[Benny goes back to looking through her bag and this starts playing somewhere]

Aha!

[Benny pulls out The Holy Bloody Grail and holds it up over her head, victorious.]

[With a click of a button, the music stops.] That belongs in a museum. Mine, precisely. Please hand it over now. Losing the same historical artefact twice in one day would look bad on your CV.

[Benny ignores Brax, examining the inside the Grail, before reaching her hand in and pulling something out. She places a bag of marbles in Brax’s hand and holds onto the Grail] I think those are yours.