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I'd like to gently remind all the City Guardian candidates that this is not the position of a ruler, nor a legislator, nor medical professional. This is a job to protect people. A job to protect them not only physically, but also protect their rights and way of life. Your personal opinion about their beliefs doesn't matter, and you certainly don't have legislative capabilities outside of your role in the criminal justice system.

That said, it sounds like there are plenty of great candidates who do understand what the actual job is, and I look forward to a fair and positive competition against Captain Kirk and anyone else who should choose to run for Nova City.

private to dorian;
Have you ever had an ice sphere cocktail?

private to gale and cassian;
Would one or both of you mind being substitute Guardians for some time on Saturday? I'd like to treat my deputies to a team-building trip but I also don't want to leave the city unprotected.

private to nova deputies;
We're going to the beach this Saturday. It's a mandatory team-building exercise trip. If you need waterproofing spray for any parts, I found some at a local store. It turns out plenty of cyborgs enjoy swimming. I will make certain we have someone to hold down the fort and keep us posted if disaster strikes and we have to rush back, and we'll be in one of our own subarchways so if something does happen, we can make it back somewhat quickly.

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Then let's just pretend our first introduction didn't happen, and I'll avoid ever getting tied up again.

[ At least it sounds like she's joking about it, but that's 100% serious. At least until he gets all touchy feely, which makes her roll her eyes. ]

As you should be.

[Dorian could certainly play along, and he laughs, nodding at her suggestion.] Yes, let's. [He offers a hand in her direction.] It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance in person, Weiss. Allow me to say, video devices and holograms do not do you justice.

You really lay it on thick, Dorian. [ If she thought he had an ulterior motive she would've been waaaay harsher. Weiss doesn't take compliments from boys/men well unless she started it. Ah the reflexes of someone who's used to being hit on for her last name and what's in her bank account. (Or what people think is in her bank account.) ] But thank you.

Is there any other way? [He smiles as he places a hand over his heart.] You deserve only the best, after all.

[ Okay, she's rolling her eyes at that one. ] The only people who speak to me that way are the people who want something. You're already getting a drink out of me, so it's highly unnecessary.

Truly? People should pamper you more often.

[He chuckles.]

I suppose I'll simply have to suffice with all the pampering myself. I enjoy it.

I expect to be treated like a proper lady by strangers, but prefer to be treated like my last name isn't what defines me. It's not that complicated.

[ She's teasing, of course. No one could possibly know that in an instant. ]

Want me to try it? Though I should warn you, I'd garnered the title of "Ice Queen" back home [ Beacon, not Atlas ] not compliment queen.

...do proper ladies not enjoy compliments? My mother loves them. [He looks mockingly offended for a moment.] Surely you're not insulting my mother. [He nods.] Our last names do define us, Weiss. There's no escaping it. What we can do is ensure we define them right back.

[And he looks rather excited at her offer.]

Oh, please do. [He lifts his chin.] I have a striking profile, for instance, and immaculate teeth.

Proper ladies do. I prefer not to be treated like one. But you're also a member of a very unique group of the upper class I actually get along with, so I'll give you mother the benefit of the doubt. [ Unless he says otherwise. Their mothers they haven't particularly spoken about, and Weiss isn't sure what there really is to say about hers so she's not going to really inquire much. ] Easier said than done.

I think you might actually have yourself covered. [ She looks like she's trying not to laugh at him for his ego, then points at the building they're heading into as they approach the door. It's certainly no hole in the wall, a rather high-end looking bar. ] Here.

[He chuckles, because really? What a strange idea.] And why would you not want to be treated like a proper lady? [He smiles.] I think you would get on well with my mother, too. Maker knows she made all the parties tolerable.

[And he chuckles again.] Though the wine always helped.

[He barks out a laugh at her last comment.] Ha! Coward. You're just worried you'll look the fool.

Because proper ladies have to put a happy face on around shallowness and selfishness and terrible people pretending they're the saviors of the world, yet are treated like we're incapable of getting our own glass of water or tying our shoes. I doubt it's surprising I never had friends until I got away from that. I know how to play polite but I'm not particularly fond of it, especially with boys. [ She had Klein back home, and that's about it. And he's more family than anything- the good kind that you choose. ]

I have no problem looking like a fool, I'll have you know. That sort of goes out the window after a cream pie to the face in front of everyone you know [ THE ACTUAL PIE KIND DON'T BE DIRTY ] and are generally terrible at video and board games around a bunch of people who love playing them. Perhaps I'm simply trying to be kind because the best compliment I can surface is that your mustache isn't the worst I've seen. [ Look you wanna call her a coward she'll go for the insult instead of the compliment. Not that his mustache is actually bad but she's going after it anyway. ]

Really? Our worlds must have differing opinions on what a "proper lady" is and is not. Our ladies are allowed to be whatever it is they so choose, and tie or untie whatever they desire.

[He smiles mischievously, running his fingers gently down the patch of hair on his chin.]

Do you really think I require validation as to the obvious perfection of my grooming? My dear Weiss, I'm not some fresh off the boat young nobleman who hasn't used his copious good looks and charm to wile his way into and out of more trouble than you've probably ever seen.

You're lucky to have never been trapped in a bunch of nonsense about proper behavior then.

[ she takes a seat at the bar itself, moving side a little reservation card. ]

Good, then you don't need proper compliments to assure you that you are.

Ah, well, that isn't precisely true.

[Only, it was his, but this is becoming far too serious for his tastes.]

Naturally, and if you'd like to use that excuse to distract from your inability to conjure them, you are more than welcome.

They come easy to the deserving when they deserve them, not upon request.

[ Weiss is still teasing of course. And not, about herself. She's terrible at coming up with compliments on the fly, she mostly just says things when she's thinking them earnestly. Dorian certainly deserves them but she can't think of anything when he asks for them.

She goes ahead and orders two of the ice sphere cocktails. The process that follows involves a rapid-blast cold immersion circulator and syringes, eventually resulting in them getting a sphere in a bowl with a tiny hammer next to it. There appears to be some kind of smoke in the bowl surrounding the ice as well, added with a smoker gun. The cocktails within are screwdrivers, and the smoke appears to be some kind of chocolate accent that will infuse once the ice ball is broken. Overall, it's just a needlessly complicated cocktail, but the presentation is very neat. ]

Edited 2017-07-13 00:31 (UTC)

I need not remind you that you offered and I accepted. Nothing more.

[Dorian drops the subject upon receipt of the cocktails, though, far too fascinated by them, how they are made without the use of magic (though he's fairly certain he could pull off the effect and makes a mental not to try at a later date), and what they may taste like to worry about silly things like compliments. Dorian enjoys alcohol even more.

He laughs, clearly delighted at the display, and allows her to go first. He really doesn't like looking like a fool.

Once he tastes the drink, though, he's smiling even more broadly.]

Orange juice! [He seems surprised, but more often than not in this place, he doesn't recognize the flavor of whatever it is he's eating.] It's delightful, and it reminds me of home! My homeland, I should say. It's quite a lot of effort for so small an amount though.

[ She laughs at his reaction. He's so surprised by orange juice, it's funny. ]

This one's called a screwdriver. Or, well, the contents are. I'm not really sure what the smoke makes it. [ Whatever, it's good. She's drinking too. ] I think they can get away with it. [ She's not going to tell him how much those cost, but they're more than a screwdriver should. ] What do you think the smoke is..?

[He's just very excited by food, Weiss. Like...or anything that's pleasurable. He's...sort of like a cat sometimes.]

A "screwdriver"? Whatever for? Unless... [Ah, and now his mind's wandered off to the gutter again.] ...ah. [And he chuckles.] Very clever!

[He takes a closer sniff at her question, looking thoughtful.] Chocolate? It pairs well with citrus...

In my world, at least, it got its name from dust miners. Allegedly, the miners would say that they needed to change out their screwdrivers to supervisors who knew nothing about actual mining and use the opportunity to spike their orange juice with vodka under their noses so they could drink at work. I'm not sure if that's an accurate story or not, but it certainly beats whatever I'm sure you're thinking.

[ Unless he sees something she doesn't...

Weiss takes the little hammer and tries to mix the drink a little too catch some of the surface smoke and get the chocolate flavor more in the sink before sampling again. ]

I think I can taste it.

[At her commentary, he can't help but chuckle. Certainly, it wasn't what he was thinking. He's fairly certain there's a similar drink in Kirkwall, but it would not have so benign an origin story. Still, there's no reason to harp on it if she doesn't follow.]

Pleasant, isn't it?

It's good. I've never had vaporized chocolate before.

[ It's strange, but pleasant just about covers it. If she wasn't convinced it would ruin her skin, she'd consider seeing if there was a way to get this put into her at-home sauna. A chocolate room sounds delicious. ]

[He laughs at her point, nodding.]

I can't say that I have, either, but I may make a time of it, on occasion. It's certainly unique.

You'll have to invite me if you don't have other company.

[ she sips at her drink, looking at him. ]

You can pick the next drink, my treat.

Oh, certainly. You are, after all, quite pleasant company.

[He accompanies his commentary with a smile before looking thoughtful.]

Does this place serve anything with grape aside from wine?

There's sangria, which contains wine.. They have suspended one, though I can't vouch for the flavor since I've never tried it.

[ That's another strange drink. The bartender suggests a "Grape Gatsby," a gin-based cocktail with white grapes and marjoram or for something sweeter, a frozen grape daquiri. ]

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