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[handsomefoil]

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henry cooldown ⬤ no more heroes
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[cadeuces]

I don't want you to think I've forgotten you, but I did want to find the right place first. 💕
I found a hidden gem of a coffee shop! ☕
Will you be able to meet tomorrow afternoon?

[handsomefoil]

But of course
I've yet to fully integrate into proper Moon Society for now
Any coordinates for me? Moon Google map directions maybe?

[cadeuces]

I have a better idea.
Why don't you come find me in the square?
I'll be there by 1400.

( The one where they danced, of course. It shouldn't be too hard; it's not exactly crowded outside of the festival, now, and it gives them time to walk and talk to the cafe. )

[handsomefoil]

I'll be there.

[ he's not the type to be late, so she'll find him there (or if she's early, he'll find her) at exactly 14:00. ]

text

[brawlcreed]

[Ignoring the timestamp He waited until the amplified traits seemed gone and things were back to some semblance of normal before contacting Henry. The extra time also let him learn how these devices worked]

You ever been down to level three?

[handsomefoil]

Not in a long while
Why?
Fancy a little trip into the seedy underbelly of our sparkling city?

[brawlcreed]

I go there a lot.
Found this man trying to sell black market goods the other day.
Thought you might want to join me and see what we can find.
Maybe you'll get to see me in action.

[handsomefoil]

Then a regular stomping ground
Sounds like fun

[brawlcreed]

It's very fun.
So I'll see you down there?

[handsomefoil]

Be there in a few :)

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[evilgrows]

[Once the form is submitted, the screen goes blank briefly. One of the drones seems to have its bright red eye trained right on the "customer," but it remains stationary.

Soon, text reappears on the screen; clearly someone's watching and didn't feel like sending an actual message.]

Request received. December is a comical amount of time. You'll get it in a week at the latest.

Here's the cost:

[The price is certainly reasonable, at least. It's an expensive product, but not exorbitantly so.]

Acceptable?

[handsomefoil]

{ He would've normally chalked it up to some sort of automated process, but the wording feels too specific for a computer. There are many drones around, and he suspects either all or one of them are meant for moments like these.

It's fine. He doesn't really care that much about face-to-face transactions anyway. He's not sure if he's supposed to answer out loud or type it in somewhere. So for now, he'll continue typing: }

Yes
I appreciate the immediacy
When shall I transfer the payment?

{ The amount works fine for him. He's got chroma to burn, at least. }

[evilgrows]

If I took that long to make anything, it wouldn't be worth going into business in the first place.

Payment up front, in full, and then I'll start work. Simple. I'll let you know when it's finished.

[There's still no sign of someone actually being around, but the music in the background isn't likely being played for either the drones or any potential customers.]

[handsomefoil]

Got it
Thanks

{ He pauses typing mid-sentence as the music starts to play. The bit of background music is...well, it's better than complete silence, maybe, but it's a little echo-y to be considered a good ambiance. }

Send it thru this set up then?

[evilgrows]

Yes. Hopefully you'll be able to spot the convenient place in which to send your funds. It's highlighted, just in case.

[The mysterious proprietor might be kind of a dick.]

Once it's confirmed, I'll be able to get things going.

[handsomefoil]

{ Yes, he can sense this guy is kind of a dick, but that's ok. With a quiet snort under his breath, he ignores said dickishness and moves on wordlessly with the transaction (at least in that regard). }

I look forward to seeing the results.

{ He doesn't leave right away, however. Once he's done with the tablet, he takes another look around the place to examine the range of work the mysterious proprietor has up on display. His hand goes to the metallic handle hanging off his belt loop and he rubs his chin thoughtfully.

This is something he'd been looking for, right? He returns back to the tablet and fills out another form, though not in its entirety. }

NAME: -
CONTACT INFORMATION: -
DETAILS OF REQUESTED CUSTOM MACHINERY: -
FURTHER INFORMATION (DEADLINES, PREFERRED MATERIALS, ETC.):

Are you open to other types of work?

Delivery

[brawlcreed]

[A package arrives at Henry's door. When he opens it, he'll find it's a book. Nothing too remarkable about the cover. Inside are pressed flowers, one for each page. They're labeled in Jacob's handwriting. White clover, cape jasmine, and purple lilac.

That's it. No other note or anything]

Received

[handsomefoil]

{ It takes him a while to understand what the heck this is all about, but receiving pressed and labeled flowers definitely feel like a message. The handwriting is instantly recognizable as Jacob's and that pulls an almost heart-achingly fond smile at his lips. A Victorian man through and through, he thinks.

He's slow to translate, not because of any inability to figure this message out but because he's almost afraid to know how meaningful this is. Nobody sends flowers so carefully like this without any explanation beyond the names without them meaning anything... especially not in his day and age. People send grandiose bouquets of flowers with banal notes of some shallow sort of love all the damn time, only for the petals to soon wither and die, the gesture wholly empty and void of true meaning. He couldn't understand it. He had purposefully avoided such gestures altogether, even if his ex-wife thrived on such shallow attention.

Once he finishes looking up each flower's meaning, he closes the book. There's a place deep inside of him that's still afraid. He won't admit it out loud, nor will he try to confront it, but he knows it's there. The same fear that crawls out when he's most vulnerable and had tried to sabotage him in the past and future all at once.

The book is carefully placed on his desk. He doesn't know where else to put it. Should he display them somehow? Get a frame for them? What do people do with gifts so precious and delicate as these? For now, he leaves it where it is so as to decide what to do with them later. }

delivery

[goodweather]

[There's an unassuming little cardboard box waiting for Henry, taped securely shut with a little envelope taped to the top. It's nothing out of the ordinary. It's got addresses and stamp and all, although the return address does note that this is a package from Phil Connors. If opened, the envelope only has a little sheet of paper folded inside.

Flipped over, the back of the paper reads, Happy birthday, Hen! Sorry I couldn't do a little more. I hope you like these. Pretty sure you don't really work in sales, so whatever it is, I don't think the skull is doing you any favors to look inconspicuous about it (no offense). So I got you some alternatives to your stuff. - Phil

In the cardboard box are two separate boxes, with lots of newspaper stuffed around and in between them for padding. The first one is the box for a sleek-looking night-black watch, accented with something silvery and shiny. The design of it strikes a nice balance between professionalism and clarity in its time-telling, plus a little bit of extra flair with the silver to appease Henry's sense of glamor. Phil has taste, certainly.

The other box is smaller but looks more expensive. It's a new tie bar. It's silvery as well, with a dark, cleanly cut gem set in the middle. Rather ornate.

The receipts for both have been included in case he wants to return the gifts. Have a good one, Henry.]

Received

[handsomefoil]

{ Despite how utterly stunned he is by this gesture, he can't help snorting under his breath when he gets to reading the card. Of course, admitting he's a video game character with fourth-wall awareness would definitely make that original lie about his occupation Very Difficult to Believe.

'Got you some alternatives', however, gets an incredulous look on his face. While not a picky about gifts (if he got any at all— he didn't even expect any from Jacob and had been similarly stunned by it then), especially gifts from people he actually likes (also if any at all besides the obvious), he wonders what sort of alternatives he could've picked out. Also, alternative of which stuff?? He's very curious. He's so very curious but he stalls anyway, staring at the boxes within the box.

OK, bigger box first. The watch is very nice, and he takes to it immediately. He's been dabbling in darker suits and shirts lately, sometimes going for an entirely black ensemble with silver pieces here and there for accents. This watch suits the look perfectly. The guy really does have taste, more than he'd ever know.

The small, expensive box has him pausing for a moment. He doesn't own many baubles of this size, and while the idea of it being jewelry makes him laugh at himself in embarrassment, he can't help but think it couldn't be anything else. Needless to say, it's not too far off the mark. He stares at the tie bar for some time, turning it and examining it slowly in the light. It feels like something he'd wear to a nice dinner, or to a theater, something fancy for sure. He's not wearing the skull pin at the moment, so he simply clips this one onto his tie and fastens it securely to his shirt, taking care not to touch the gem area too much. Then he goes to find a mirror, and finds it almost... strange to wear something that someone had gifted him simply because they were friends. It doesn't stop that almost shy but warm smile from creeping onto his face, something he'd be loathed to show others if he could help it. }

video

[brawlcreed]

[At some point on Henry's birthday, he will get a message telling him that a video has been sent to his device. And whenever he opens it, he'll find Jacob sitting with a black guitar in hand.

And he starts to sing a song, strumming along as he does. That's it, that's the gift]

[handsomefoil]

{ Henry could tell himself over and over that he's no sentimentalist until he's blue in the face, but it doesn't change the fact that he's a goddamn sucker for such gestures. Not that he'd ever known this about himself until now, that is. He may have entertained the notion long ago, and may have done so again not too long ago, but of course he wouldn't be the one to act on it.

It's always Jacob that does, whether he realizes it or not. The flowers, and now this song. Why this song? He knows this song, of course. It's a rather famous one.

Questions later. As Jacob sings, his voice low and gentle, the accent near perfect (though he'd argue that singing in an accent is less difficult than speaking naturally), he can't help that twisting feeling in his chest. It's not a sense of dread or nerves, but a wholly pleasant sort of longing that he can't put into words. Not good ones, anyway. It's a sensation so wholly foreign to him.

He only watches it once, feeling that re-watching it would only ruin its impact, though his fingers itch to replay. Jacob's voice flitting through the still air of his room as he lays curled up in his bed is something that's horribly tempting to get lost in. He lays in bed for what feels like at least an hour, staring at the still image the video generates when not in play.

Instead of texting him like he always does, he decides to give Jacob a call... }

[brawlcreed]

[Well, Roth was many things, but he wasn't a liar, and he didn't call Jacob the bravest man in London for no reason. This is certainly a different form of bravery than standing up to Templars, but it's there. He makes these gestures because he sees no reason to hide them or be covert. He can be stealthy, but it's not his style. Though these gestures for Henry did take more planning than Jacob usually invests in things. The flowers took a week to press properly, and learning this song on the guitar took even longer. He hadn't been sure he would get the notes down in time for Henry's birthday.

Jacob half expected a phone call once Henry heard the song. He picks it up]

Hello.

[Totally casual like he didn't just send Henry a video of himself singing a French love song]

[handsomefoil]

[ He has no idea what to expect from this conversation, even when he had decided to make the call. Besides the obvious, of course-- ]

Hey.

[ The casual tone is commendable... though he'd probably be the same way. He exhales as quietly as possible, trying to sound just as collected. It might be working. There also might be a slight waver to his voice. ]

...didn't know you played.

[brawlcreed]

I learned. Glad it was in time for this. I thought for a moment I might have to do it a capella