Trick 02

[greatnowamazing.livejournal.com]

[Harry isn't always the most attentive of individuals. As a result, he hasn't been the most attentive member of the Plane, and seems to have only recently remember of its existence. Not much time has passed in his reality: he still has a bandaged hand, and thanks to the missing finger he's still a bit hopped up on Demerol.

He's standing in his hotel room in his gray hoody and old jeans, ruffling through his pockets. What he pulls out is about half a dozen cheap plastic lighters, several packs of gum, some small trinkets, and finally a bag of chocolate coins. He lays all of this out on the table in front of him, seeming torn between being pleased with himself and upset, but finally just sighs and pushes it all aside, muttering to himself] Fucking Chook Chutney, had to go and sleep with Harmony.

[In a mocking tone] He looked sad! [Then once again, in his regular voice, though his tone is bitter] So does a cut finger get you a hand job?

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[behindhiswords.livejournal.com]

[So, Merlin really don't know what any of that means but guy muttering bitterly to himself does bring concern. The whole finger being missing thing is the biggest concern and Merlin reasons this is what is upsetting him.]

Do you need help with that? Your, uh, hand. I know a physician.

[greatnowamazing.livejournal.com]

[Harry blinks up at him, down at his hand, then waves it] 's cool. I've got enough Demerol to last me the week.

[behindhiswords.livejournal.com]

I haven't heard of that but you'll want to take care of that. It could get infected.

[greatnowamazing.livejournal.com]

Yeah, they gave me something for that I think. A shot or some crap.

[behindhiswords.livejournal.com]

...They shot you?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

...Ne, I don't think it does, no.

[greatnowamazing.livejournal.com]

It was either antibiotics or painkillers. I didn't ask.

[greatnowamazing.livejournal.com]

[Harry glances up, and there's a slight pause before he shrugs] Not like it matters now.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Oh, did you miss your chance for one?

[greatnowamazing.livejournal.com]

[Muttered] The one that got away.

[Then, louder] Anyway, forget that. Like I said, doesn't matter. Want some gun? [He offers her one of the packs]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

How sad for you. Ne, but not thank you. I don't like to eat things like that.

[greatnowamazing.livejournal.com]

-chocolate? [He offers her the bag of golden coins]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank you, but I don't...really eat.

[greatnowamazing.livejournal.com]

[Without thought] Not from L.A., are you?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Not at all! I've never been to that part of the world. I mean, that's in the US, right?

[greatnowamazing.livejournal.com]

...yeah, California. West Coast.

Sorry, you just seemed the type. Not that it's a bad thing- I mean, L.A. girls are total bitches, but just with the whole 'not eating' thing, you'd fit right in.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes! I met a few people from California when I was living in New York City. They were nice, though, I thought...

But it's not like I don't eat on...purpose. Not like what you mean, anyways. I don't eat human food, since it doesn't really matter.

[greatnowamazing.livejournal.com]

[As always, Harry is distracted from the main point, ie the 'no human food' bit, by something rather irrelevant. It seems to make him happy, though] No shit, New York? I spent a chunk of years there, until I flew out to L.A.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Nods} It was nice enough. I liked living in Europe more, but the mansion my Chevalier and I lived in was lovely. I wish I could go back, but I really like it in France more.

[greatnowamazing.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I....saw a couple of mansions back in my day. Mostly stuck to the cheaper parts of town, though. High class crap has never been my thing.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She nods in the direction of the mansion}

Well, then you're welcome to go in my house here whenever you like. Just...don't mess it up too much. I'm really only just learning how to do things like cleaning and fixing things.

[greatnowamazing.livejournal.com]

[Harry stares, clearly impressed, then takes a step back. Both of his hands come up for a moment before he crosses them over his chest, unconsciously tucking in his bandaged hand] The hotel's enough for me, thanks. [He gestures to the room behind him, which certainly looks more expensive than your average hotel, but not by much]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She shrugs} It's just an offer, if you ever feel like luxury. It's not bad, but I wouldn't stay there, I don't think.

[behindhiswords.livejournal.com]

[Sorry he's still staring.] ...So they shot you. I'm not sure how that would actually help, unless you wanted to bleed more.

[greatnowamazing.livejournal.com]

Why not, what's wrong with it?

[greatnowamazing.livejournal.com]

[Helpfully, Harry still doesn't seem to get it] Don't be a wuss, it was only a few drops of blood. Nothing compared to when I lost the actual finger.

[behindhiswords.livejournal.com]

[Harry's insistence makes Merlin believe him and be horrified.] That's sort of barbaric, isn't it? It doesn't sound science based to me. Even going to a practitioner of magic would be a better idea.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Well, it's not quite as luxurious as I'm used to, is all.

[greatnowamazing.livejournal.com]

Dude, it's a shot. It's not gonna kill me. You act like they're putting a bullet through my head or some shit like that. [Nope, he still doesn't get it]

[greatnowamazing.livejournal.com]

You must be used to some pretty fancy shit. I'm happy just to have electricity and running water most of the time.

[behindhiswords.livejournal.com]

Arrow, actually. Or a lance. There's only so many things you can shoot someone with.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Oh, I am. But I was really successful with opera for a while, and my...family was all very rich, and I ended up inheriting it when they died.

[greatnowamazing.livejournal.com]

.....needle, maybe?

[greatnowamazing.livejournal.com]

So did you sing Opera in New York?

[behindhiswords.livejournal.com]

...No idea what that is, sorry.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

And all around the world. London, Vienna, Munich, Moscow, Paris, Hanoi. Lots of places.

[greatnowamazing.livejournal.com]

-you're kidding, right? You don't know what a needle is?

[greatnowamazing.livejournal.com]

[He seems rather impressed, eyebrows raised high] Must be quite the life. Where are you now?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

France, just in the wine countryside. It got to be too much, so I wanted to relax.

[behindhiswords.livejournal.com]

Not really. I don't think you mean for mending clothes.

[greatnowamazing.livejournal.com]

It's a medical thing. They use it to inject you? Medicine goes in, gets pumped into your veins? Seriously, never heard of it?

[greatnowamazing.livejournal.com]

Ive never had a thing for wine. More of a beer guy, myself.

[behindhiswords.livejournal.com]

Erm, no. We use draughts? And potions, elixirs... that sort of thing. Things made of herbs.