Lady Estellise and I plan to remain married no matter what- And in any case, planning on the course of action we're to take should anything cause us to part ways, doesn't seem like it would be much help.

It seems like planning for the worst case scenario- and anticipating it.

We will not be signing a pre-nuptial agreement.

[ pause ]

Though, I suppose there is one thing...

[ In the event my subordinate stabs my wife off a high place... ]

[It’s accidental video. The device is set on the coffee table and it’s filming at a slight angle. Charlie and Merlin are sitting on the couch in the house. Her legs are over his lap and his arm is around her shoulders. They have paperwork in their hands and there’s something about it that they find ridiculously amusing.]

I just see no point in these things. It’s like...it’s like people have given up on their marriage before it even started and I know that’s not the case most of the time. They just seem stupid.

[She leans her head on his shoulder, lowering her own stack of papers.]

I’m pretty amused at how quickly people reach for these when they’re planning on getting married.

[Merlin purses his lips as if in thought for a moment before he gives a soft snort of laughter.]

It’s like things only really matter on the very day and then you can sort of drop them, like this, isn’t it? If you want to be really sceptical.

Exactly. It’s stupid. If you have your doubts, why marry at all? [Charlie shrugs, looking at Merlin.] I don’t have any doubts. In case you were wondering. The only problem I have is you’re a blanket hog. But that’s really it.

[She really can’t help but tease, especially since Charlie isn’t even a fan of blankets. She’s warm enough without so the whole blanket hogging? It doesn’t exist and even if it did, it wouldn’t even be a bother. Charlie’s just being a brat.]

I have a problem with your teasing. You’re almost as bad as Arthur.

[Which means he doesn’t have a problem with it at all, because just as it is with him and Arthur, it’s something him and Charlie do.]

[And Charlie’s laughing just slightly, raising an eyebrow and looking at Merlin in mock-annoyance.]

Is that so? If we’re so awful to each other now, maybe we should fill this out.

[And because she’s just so horrid to him, she kisses him quickly, resting her chin on his shoulder for a moment.] I get the animals and all of my cooking equipment.

[Merlin frowns.]

Shadow’s mine, Edmund left him to me. He comes with the house.

Well, I know he’s yours. I wouldn’t take him from you. I’m not that mean.

[He sniffs.]

Good.

[And he’s just struggling not to smile at this point.]

[So is Charlie. She chews her lower lip slightly, straightening and crossing her arms over her chest.]

Phantom’d miss Shadow, though. And Hypnos’d miss Arthur. It’s probably best we just stay together, despite the awful behavior.

[With a grimace, Merlin gives a suffering sigh.]

Fine. I guess we have no choice.

[Which is apparently his limit, as he starts laughing through his nose after that.]

Wonderful.

[Charlie’s grinning, looking the happiest she’s looked in quite some time. And she meant it when she said wonderful. The prenup forms are tossed onto the table. This is enough to get the attention of one of the animals who chases the papers, knocking them and the networking device to the floor. It shows a shot of the ceiling for a second before shutting off.]

[ooc:This is Charlie. This is Merlin. Backdated to the prenup curse.]

[Crowley looks almost frenetically cheerful. Who knows what expression is hiding behind his sunglasses (desperation) but his smile is wide and unwavering.]

Come now, it's the traditional day after a curse port-mortem in which we all take comfort in the fact that what happens on a curse day stays on a curse day.

Right?

[ooc: Crowley was cursed yesterday and signed his prenup. With Hatter.]

Yesterday seemed so sad. Even if it was just a curse, everyone was acting as if they were going to be separated even before they were married. Why would anyone want to sign such a negative agreement in anticipation for a life long journey together? Isn’t that why you make sure you find ‘the one’ meant for you, to ensure you two can have a life happy together? I suppose creating and signing such a contract seems so counterproductive to marriage. If a problem arises, then the two of you should work together to fix it, right? Because… you love each other, right?

[Because marriage was supposed to be about love; a binding contract between two people. Being a princess, perhaps her ‘marriage’ to anyone would be different, unless she went out and decided to spend her life with the one she loves. So yes, her saying this is hypocritical in a sense, but it’s so sad. But if she had to be married, she would want to spend her life with the one she loves. That would make her happy.]

[He's sitting at a table, pen in hand, trying to look professional. The pinstriped suit helps, as does the fedora set at a jaunty angle.]

Now. I know we had some marriages yesterday, and some prenups. And for those of you who actually went through with the marriage and might be regrettin' it, well...

[A big smile.]

I'm here to offer my services as a divorce lawyer. I promise you, I charge fair rates. And I'm damn good at it. Consider it. Nobody should have to be married to anybody they don't wanna be.

[This is a lie. He's never practiced law in his life. But hey, he can show you a degree if you really want to see it... a JD in Bullshit from the University of Totally Lying.]

[ The network post starts up with Eames grabbing his device from his nightstand, a good visual of his bedroom and too brightly patterned comforter coming into view. ]

People leave the City all the time - whether or not they come back isn't up to any of us. Sometimes, if they come back, they'll not remember a thing that happened while they were here last. [ It's unclear whether or not Eames is talking to the Network as a whole or to someone else - eitherway, he's headed out the room and down the stairs of the Inception haus. ]

I'd much rather write up a will than a pre-nup. Under what circumstances would we have to split portions of the future business? Are we going to cut Rhada in half when we decide to not longer be friends? I'll have to pay someone to separate our bloody socks.

[ Grump, grump, grump. At least it's more obvious now Eames is, in fact, addressing Yusuf. He turns the device over in his hand, notes it's on, and though the frustration (apparent as a sarcastic patronisation) is apparent on his face he doesn't shut it off. ]

Who knows where to find a good lawyer?

[Lucy is lying on her stomach across her bed, Masha aka Giant Ginger Brain Washed Cat is lying next to her purring while Lucy runs her fingers along the cat's side. It's rare that Lucy shows up on camera without any makeup, but she doesn't have a stitch on right now and her hair is a very messy bun thing on top of her head. She's wearing sweats and a tank top as well. This isn't an accidental broadcast, but she takes a moment to say anything.]

So in the last month I've been married to two people. I think the City is trying to tell me something and it's just...not going to happen. I'm not the marrying sort of girl, you know? Besides, people leave too often to get married. It's supposed to be a 'for life' thing and that's not even possible here. I had a talk with someone the other day about the City's 'evils': Apathy and Effort. I think I prefer it when the City is apathetic because when they put effort into things someone gets hurt.