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[cold_dry_pieces]

[OPEN ACTION - BACKDATED TO EARLIER]

I.

In the middle of the day, he's seated in a sunny spot out on the deck flipping through a Parisian magazine from a week or so ago with a cup of coffee beside him. His clothes are certainly appropriate for a first class passenger on the Gargantuan, if a little big in the shoulders; nonetheless he seems completely at ease.

The magazine's not getting much attention, though; mainly he's idly watching the people who pass by on their way about the ship.

II.

The evening finds him wandering around the interior of the ship, not lost but apparently not looking for anything in particular, if his actions are any indication.

The later it gets, the more dissatisfied and restless he looks.

[ooc; background/ooc plotting here~ if you want to encounter him somewhere else that's keen too, just wanted to give some ideas.]

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[sealegs]

[A pirate without her own ship and wanting to check out the latest and prettiest ship of the era, Isabela saunters about like she owns the place despite being a stowaway. She's social, and she's got a dagger strapped to her thigh in case any real authority guesses why she's around.

She also can't resist an attractive man. When she comes across him in a hallway, she grins.]

Lost?

[cold_dry_pieces]

[His air of restlessness melts away as soon as he realizes he's not alone, replaced by an affable smile (though somewhat more polite and distant than hers) when she addresses him.]

If only. There's hardly enough ship to be lost in.

[sealegs]

[She doesn't think much of it. They're strangers, after all. It's not weird to be distant with strangers.]

Dunno about that- there are an awful lot of corridors. It's like they thought having them around would be good for the decor.

[cold_dry_pieces]

Or to manufacture places to put the decor.

[He rolls his eyes. There are an awful lot of cherubs on this boat.]

I suppose I'm just eager to get back on shore.

[sealegs]

Truly? I'm quite enjoying the ocean breeze, though on a ship like this you hardly get to experience the choppy waves and creak of wood.

[Cherubs and roses and shitty abstract art.]

[cold_dry_pieces]

[He can think of a hundred ways to improve on that art, but a ship is a small, enclosed space; not the best place for his brand of fun.]

Most people don't miss those aspects of a sea voyage, I'd think.

[sealegs]

A shame, that. There's nothing quite like it.

[She cocks her hip, crosses her arms]

If you're looking to waste some time, there's a card game going on in the smoking rooms. The dealer cheats, but don't they all.

[cold_dry_pieces]

I'm not much of a gambler.

[His smile isn't much warmer, maybe, but the look he's giving her is far from disinterested.]

Though I'm sure it's a sight more interesting than the dancing upstairs.

[sealegs]

That's not the only thing that would be more interesting than a bunch of stiff men and puffy women being polite in the same room.

[Oh, and the smell. Rich people need to calm down.]

[cold_dry_pieces]

[He leans easily against the wall, arms loosely crossed.]

I'm open to suggestions.

[sealegs]

There are plenty of dark corners on this ship for something a bit more exciting.

[She is not sorry to be this forward in 1912.]

[cold_dry_pieces]

Funny, I was just thinking the same thing.

[Forward women in 1912 are generally women with bad reputations, which suits him entirely too well; less likely to be missed if they disappear.

With exaggerated, mock seriousness, he offers an arm.]

Perhaps we'd better find one?

[sealegs]

Now that's the spirit.

[Cocked hip, cocked smile - she's practically purring at the proposition.]

[cold_dry_pieces]

[It's certainly one way to alleviate his boredom.]

And here I'd despaired of finding anyone fun.

[sealegs]

That's what I'm here for.

[She winks. It's not really what she's here for - she mostly wants to see the ship, how it works. Maybe pick a few pockets from the glitz upstairs. Have some fun. That kind of thing.]

[cold_dry_pieces]

Somehow I doubt that.

[Said utterly without judgment, or even much curiosity. Pick away, just not his pockets. But he does give her a wicked grin to match, and wicked grins are one of his specialties.]

[sealegs]

[She laughs amiably.]

All right, perhaps not. But it's a perk, anyway.

[cold_dry_pieces]

Absolutely.

[Unless she has a better idea, he'll just take whatever turns seem least populated.]

What's your name?

[sealegs]

Isabela.

[She watches where he's taking her, just in case.]

[cold_dry_pieces]

Rudy.

[His intentions are, for once, rather transparent. As tempting as it is, without an escape route he's not going to risk it.]

[sealegs]

Well, then, Rudy.

[She takes his arm, presses up against him.]

It's a pleasure to meet you.

[cold_dry_pieces]

Likewise.

[Ducking around a corner he leans on the wall, one arm around her waist in a wholly ungentlemanly fashion, pulling her closer still.]

[sealegs]

[She presses up against him unabashedly, arms snaking around his neck and lips curling. She will be leaning in for a kiss right about now...]

sob sorry life > me lately ._.

[cold_dry_pieces]

[And she'll get it, easily; no trace of modesty. Being somewhere less well-traveled merely means they're less likely to be interrupted.]

take your time!!

[sealegs]

[She purrs into it, a woman who enjoys her pleasures quite shamelessly. She's all body and pressure as she adapts to whatever speed he sets - as much of a woman of action she is, the time period does temper her normal desire to top.]

[cold_dry_pieces]

[He turns them both with a jut of his hip to press her against the wall instead, grasping for her wrists. Not rough, not here-- at least, not yet-- but decidedly dominant.

And then he pulls back a little, still grinning like a wolf. It's not hesitance, he just likes to appreciate the sight.]

[sealegs]

[She's all grins and swollen lips as she stares back just as appreciatively, arching her body up and against his just so.]