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[deadlyjuliet]

[Action]

[For those in the town square this fine day, they may find a red blur falling out of the sky and straight into the fountain with a loud scream and a crash. Grell is back in Luceti, looking like a drowned rat, and none too pleased to be here.]

WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME SOMEWHERE RATIONAL?!

[Voice]

...Does anyone know where I can find a good hair product? That bloody fountain seems to have ruined my beautiful locks and since I can't blow that thing up, I may as well take care of this.

And for those who are wondering? Yes, the parlour is still going up. Even if kills me. Or one of you.

Comments

[echotaker]

[Having been sitting on the edge of the fountain enjoying a good book, Michael yelps as both he and his pages are soaked. Flabbergasted, he turns to the one in the fountain.]

Where the hell did you fall from?

[deadlyjuliet]

[Sputtering, Grell is trying to stand up, wiping water away and just trying to see straight.]

Where do you think? A person can't fall up!

[echotaker]

[Michael offers his hand to him, trying to help him out.]

R-right. Here, just grab my hand. Lemme help you out.

[deadlyjuliet]

And that is a much more gentlemanly thing to do.

[Taking the offered hand, Grell manages to somewhat climb out of the fountain, swiping water off limbs and face.]

Can you believe they do this to me? Twice now. Twice. The nerve of it all!

[echotaker]

[He chuckles.]

The malinosso? Or whatever they're called. Them?

[deadlyjuliet]

Ugh, yes, them.

[Soaked to the bone, Grell will start wringing water out of wet hair with a suffering sigh.]

It's simply terrible how they treat a lady-- AUGH. [Grell picks a water weed out and tosses it.] This is just unsightly.

[echotaker]

[Oh. A lady. Michael swallows. He'd thought Grell was---well... He shakes his head. If Grell was a lady, Grell was a lady.]

Well, how about I take you to the clothing store so you can pick up something dry?

[deadlyjuliet]

[With a toss of (admittedly still somewhat wet) hair over one shoulder, Grell regards the stranger and then adjusts red-rimmed glasses. Handsome enough and offering a hand? Good enough for Grell. Michael is rewarded with a toothy grin.]

I would be most obliged. It's been a trial this past month, and it's such a delight to finally see someone willing to be helpful. Might I ask your name, handsome?

[echotaker]

[He chuckles as the wet hair actually sprays him a little. He's already soaked so the visit to the store would be mutually beneficial to the two of them.]

My name's Michael Andrews. It's good to meet you.... er... what did you say your name was again, miss?

[deadlyjuliet]

Grell Sutcliffe, darling. [Grell offers a hand, palm down, with a shark-toothed grin.] It's a pleasure, Mr. Andrews.