IC contact for lastvoyages

[cactusy]

[If I don't have an active post up, feel free to use this post to have your character call, videochat, text, or knock on Shaw's door.]

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[cactusy]

Short.

[She pauses, and then sighs irritably.]

No, okay, fine; whatever. Long.

[transfundere]

Cards require a certain camaraderie which at current, the two of you lack, and thus will either devolve into awkwardness or, potentially, competitiveness. While that could have a positive affect, and of course I don't object to it as that would be ridiculous... a lesson would allow him to share something he loves with you, and change the context of your focus on him to one where you are watching him, something he also loves, but in doing something positive and constructive and even, yes, beneficial to you. It is a chance for him to give to others that is not 'taken' from him, and he will be comfortable as the expert in the situation and thus less prone to cattiness and ill-temper.

The short answer: lessons contain the largest number of positive factors that may lead towards a successful interaction. Baring, of course... your own discomfort. No plan goes to action unchanged, after all.

[cactusy]

I was thinking more of a group card game. But whatever.

What interests does he have that aren't, uh, arts-oriented.

[transfundere]

It might be easier to go by what interests you have. Anything competitive is... perhaps premature at the moment.

[cactusy]

What about swordfighting. He know anything about that?

[transfundere]

...only if you'd care to be stabbed.

[cactusy]

That's assuming I'd let him--

[Okay, no, not the point here.]

You think he would? I'm talking in a controlled environment only, to be clear. Fencing in the gym or something.

[transfundere]

Yes. And he would stab you, especially if you seemed to be winning. As I mentioned: he is very competitive. And at the moment, he has no positive connotations with you that would prevent it.

He might take some efforts to disguise matters, act as if it were an accident or merely a miscalculation, muscle memory as it were... but I do not think it wise until something positive exists between you.

[cactusy]

Okay, for the record, this is why I think he needs people keeping an eye on him.

And pretty much all of what I like is weapons. Uh-- dancing; he could teach me an old-timey dance. Kinda lame, but less lame than violins. He could teach me French.

[transfundere]

One must walk before they can run.

French or dance would both be excellent, I think.

[cactusy]

If I get a choice of one or the other, I pick French.

[transfundere]

Of course you have a choice, Miss Shaw.

You have a choice to participate in any of this. I would understand entirely if you washed your hand of the lot of it.

[cactusy]

Would you really?

[transfundere]

Yes.

He is no one's responsibility but mine. I know that. But he concerns you, and if he concerns you, then I would offer you the means to take action.

[cactusy]

[She grunts in response to that.]

I'll do it.

[transfundere]

I will inform him of your choice and will see that arrangements are made. Do you wish for a chaperone?

[cactusy]

Rogers wasn't a chaperone, he was more of a handler.

[transfundere]

I mean only to ask if you want me there at your lessons.

[cactusy]

Oh, you meant you? Why, do you wanna be there?

[transfundere]

Not in particular, but I offered supervision. It would be remiss of me rescind that offer.

[cactusy]

It's fine, I'm not scared of him. Honestly, I thought you meant for me, like in the meeting.