Serenade for String Orchestra in E Major

[collector]

[Braxiatel walks through the rain with an umbrella in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. He is taking more care in keeping the rain out of his tea than he is in keeping it away from his clothes, and for a moment he even sticks his head out from under his umbrella to look up at the clouds. When he speaks, he is speaking to himself, his voice like smoothed glass.]

That's an awful lot of oil going to waste. And in such a way. [His smile is made of irony, and he looks down at the stars still under their feet despite the rain.] How the old symbols are reformed.

[With the skill of the absurdly well-balanced, he switches his cup to the hand holding the umbrella, opens the library door, and steps inside.]

[After a moment, he pops his head back out again.]

Oh, one thing: have there been any odd deaths lately? I'd be interested to know.

[Then it's back in out of the rain.]

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[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

Is that what they're calling it these days?

[collector]

It is a Machine. [He shakes out his umbrella at the door, walking over to one of the nicer sofas and setting his cup down on a coffee table.]

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[she follows him in and plops down on the sofa, picking his cup up and blowing on it before taking a sip] And what about the odd death part? That's just a teensy bit of an understatement, wouldn't you say?

[oliverplus]

[is just making a dash for the library, a hooded sweatshirt pulled over his head but otherwise getting soaked] Irving! Hey, Irving! [hurries in after him, wiping rain out of his face] Why would there've been?

[collector]

[Brax smiles at Oliver] History major, wasn't it? Not literature. Or you'd pay more mind to the meaning of this downpour.

[oliverplus]

[frowns] I...think I know what the rain is, if that's what you mean. [hesitantly] Do you think it's like at the bathhouse again?

[heartscastaside.livejournal.com]

{Not long after he goes in the library, Caster shows up}

Are you well, Braxiatel?

[collector]

[Braxiatel smiles at her] Of course. I hope my absence didn't cost you too much in magic.

[heartscastaside.livejournal.com]

It is hardly a concern. What happened? I have never seen a... death such as that.

[bonnypiperlad]

Hey? [Jamie darts towards the entrance to the library after Braxiatel, partially pulling his shirt over his head to try and keep the worst of the rain off of it.]

What do ye mean, odd?

[collector]

Random, to all appearances? Sudden, unexpected? Incongruous.

[bonnypiperlad]

No, I've not seen anything like that. [relieved] Och, ye had me worried for a moment, there. I thought ye were thinking there had been some.

[royallybitching.livejournal.com]

[This would be a very grumpy and very, very soaked redhead standing in the library. He sputters some rain off his lips.] Hey, I need an umbrella.

[collector]

[Don't do it, Luke! It's Jade in Time Lord form!!]

[I mean, uh, Brax lifts his eyebrows at Luke's clothes for just a moment, then smiles in a bland and polite way.] Then I would suggest you find one before you become ill from the weather.

[royallybitching.livejournal.com]

[Luke gives him a look and puts his hands on his hips. Clearly this guy is slow.]

Yeah and you have one. See, I found one.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Lacking an umbrella she is keeping dry under a hooded cloak for the time being.] A curious thing to ask.

[collector]

[Unlike the trolling poor Luke is coping with, immediate helpfulness is what the President gets from her Chancellor/Cardinal. He opens up the umbrella over her head.]

I like to be a curious person. Things turn up more interesting that way.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[And because of that she pulls down the hood and adjusts the brooch on the cloak make sure the cloak is secure. She is most appreciative of her Chancellor/Cardinal/Tutor/etc.]

Are you certain that these interesting matters don't simply come to you? I would imagine it a family trait.

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[Damon arrives at the library unhappily drenched. This stuff is ruining his dress. :|] More deaths? Haven't there been enough?

[collector]

Generally, there never are.

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[sighs, wringing out his sleeves] Are you asking for any reason in particular? [his eyes fall on the cup of tea, and he frowns]

[bit_impossible]

[if the rain was anywhere near normal, he wouldn't bother with a rain slicker of any kind, but since this is that blood, he's taken to wearing one of those cheap plastic ponchos over his suit. shame his trainers are soaked all the way through...]

[he runs after Brax once he's spotted him, putting a cap on a test tube he's filled with 'the rain'. amazingly, he doesn't slip.]

Brax, there you are! I thought I heard you say something about odd deaths just now. Exactly how odd are we talking? Odd as in, "Oh, he was killed with a spork!" kind of odd, or odd like the random and extremely violent deaths in that one show about grim reapers with Post-it notes?


[ooc: Just to check, would the Doctor be able to notice that thing about Brax's voice?]

[collector]

[Brax gives the Doctor a quizzical look] What show involves grim reapers with Post-it notes?

[ooc; only as a metaphor for how smooth, cold, and impossible to hold Braxiatel is?]

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[Silently, Narvin appears, hands in the pockets of his almost painfully monochrome suit. He watches Braxiatel with some curiosity, his gaze lingering on the cup of tea for a few moments.]

Quite an unusual death.

[collector]

[Brax takes a sip from his tea] Wasn't it? Certainly one of my more peculiar ones. But you wanted to speak to me before I... [He waves a hand vaguely, trying to find the right word, and then supplies:] shattered into numerous mirror shards. I know I suggested the salon, but will here do?