Fantasy for Organ, in E flat Major

[collector]

[There is cake on the kitchen table. Everything else is irrelevant, because there is a table, and it has delicious cake on it.]

[But if one must notice the peripheral details, Irving Braxiatel is leaning on the counter by the oven. A fresh sheet of croissants are on top of the stove, and Braxiatel is looking over a paper on Shakespearean performances in non-human cultures. He is also fixing an odd bit of technology that might be recognized as part of a time ship's temporal stabilizer. The devil, after all, always finds work for idle hands. He seems perfectly at ease.]

[There is also an extra cake on the table, as if to ward off vultures from the main prize.]

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[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[Benny zeroes in on the croissants, taking one as she stands on tip toes in order to lean over Brax's shoulder and see what he's working on. If she gets crumbs on him or his paper, well whoops.]

[collector]

[Braxiatel carefully moves the papers out of crumb-range] You realize you could simply ask to look at them.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

I'm sure I absolutely could.

[This of course means she doesn't move off of him at all, and merely shifts slightly so she can follow the direction of the paper.]

[youidiots.livejournal.com]

Do you need a hand?

[collector]

[He looks up at Tear and smiles.] No, I'm fine. Thank you.

Though I wouldn't begrudge a song.

[youidiots.livejournal.com]

O-oh... I'm not sure I would know any songs you'd be familiar with, though...

[she really wasn't expecting her reputation to preceed her. oh well XD]

[seriousmarauder]

[If there's one way to Sirius Black's heart, it's food. Even if the cake is a lie, he still wants some, though he's at least polite enough to ask first before eating all of it at once cutting himself a slice.] You're not saving all this for anyone in particular, are you?

[collector]

The one at the centre is, but have at with the second. That's what it's there for.

[everdistant_utopia]

[Oh god you just had to go straight for her jugular, Braxiatel. Have a King of Knights holding on to the last scrap of her dignity in the face of good food.]

[collector]

[Far be it from Braxiatel to refrain from temptation. A smile flickers over his face.] They're quite good, I assure you. I learned from the best.

[everdistant_utopia]

They do smell rather good. But I do not wish to impose.

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan and I cannot resist saying hi. He grabs cake. Because cake is better. But he does not stay distracted with it, because... Irving's technology is much more interesting than cake.]

Having fun?

[This is clearly the big concern here.]

[collector]

Always, Mr Explosion! Ah, forgive me: Nathan. Habits. And how is the band?

[empirical_data]

[He sees what Brax is reading.]

Where I am from many Klingons have the myth that Shakespeare was transferred to Earth culture somehow, and the work was native to Qo'nos. Cardassians find Shakespearean tragedies ludicrous as the main characters are ultimately naive.

[A pause, because he does like to talk, but then he realizes he hasn't even met this individual yet. Awkward step away from.] I am Data.

[collector]

[If anything, the awkwardness seems to endear Data to Brax.]

Earth's Mr Foucault would find that an interesting detail indeed. I suspect that they are tragedies in part because that naïveté; after all, tragedies are sacrifies, and the best sacrifices are in some respect pure. Juliet is the goat they slaughter to restore order to Verona. Hamlet's death allows Fortinbras to bring to Denmark and Norway a new unity.

[He offers his hand.] Irving Braxiatel.

[oliverplus]

[approaches the cake with a grin] Whoa, been busy, Irving?

[collector]

Always, Oliver! You know that expression about idle hands. Care for a slice?

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[Narvin glances at he cake with a bit of curiosity, but what has naturally caught his eye is the temporal stabilizer. He's barely able to see over the counter, but it's enough.]

What are you fixing?

[collector]

A part of my ship. [Braxiatel holds the technology out to Narvin.] I hope it won't be too much of a challenge for you.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[Sirkka approaches very quietly. She's dressed in a loose black coat (http://i.imgur.com/oiiaJ.jpg), a dark dress, and stockings. It makes sense considering her coat is wet. Rain? Maybe.]

What's the occasion?

[collector]

[Braxiatel sets away his work and takes a step towards Sirkka. There's an efficiency to his movements, as ever, but his eyes flicker over her quickly. He is worried.]

Oh, there's just someone I thought would enjoy it. How are you?

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[softly] Hey there, Brax.

[and then her eyes go straight to that bit of strange technology he's tinkering with, a curious smile lighting her features]

What's that you're working on?

[cake? there is MYSTERY TECHNOLOGY to be concerned with]

[collector]

Barbara, it's good to see you again. This little trinket is a stabilizer for one of the Collection's ships.

I... hope you expected this, Brax. I really do >>;

[semantating.livejournal.com]

[ This was kind of inevitable, you realize.

Because he is the kind of man to do this.

Break appears, and then proceeds to put a finger through the icing of the FIRST cake, and look over Brax's shoulder. One day his diabetes will catch up to him. ]

Mister Irving, I do believe you could do better than this if you only tried~! ♥

TROLL IN THE DUNGEON

[collector]

[Braxiatel notices it immediately. The irritation he feels doesn't reach his expression; instead, he gives himself a moment longer to finish the paragraph he is reading before looking to Break. You can't vindicate trolls by reacting to them, after all.]

How very hurtful, Mister Break. I like to think I'm quite good at desserts.

[Something in his smile shifts to be a little more . . . vicious, shall we say. But it isn't directed at Break. He's just remembering a nice little dinner he once cooked up for someone who had hurt his home.]

[Oh, the fun days.]

Can I help you with something?