3rd Contract - [video]

[conesoldstober]

[The video opens to what some may recognise as the ridiculous mess of Howl and Chekov's apartment. Stacks of paper litter every surface, and half-disassembled electronics have been left out unfinished. Howl is standing over a crude workbench, absolutely covered in various jars of strange coloured powders, roots, and what appears to be a jar of jellied eyes. Howl is combining ingredients in a fast and slapdash manner, pouring them into a large mortar and pestle and and speaking strange, barely-audible words over them. The ingredients glow, changing colour and consistency before Howl pours them all into various small vials and boxes. He labels them all with torn piece of masking tape, scrawling on them in spiky, barely-legible handwriting. They're all labeled such things as 'eyes', 'skin', and 'hair'. He makes notes on a nearby piece of paper as he goes, sticking the pen behind his ear when he's not using it. After his third potion, Howl glances to the camera, grinning. Yeah, he knew it was on.]

Good morning, City. I do love getting things done early while I'm feeling fresh, don't you? These-

[he holds up a small vial marked 'hair'.]

Will be on sale for a limited time. Normally I don't like selling them, but I need the cash for the more unusual spell ingredients. Consider it a one-time offer.

And while you're here -



Truth or Dare?


[ooc: yep, Howl sure is having his first curse. Do your worst, City. :-D Also, Howl's magical cosmetics will be on sale. Ever want hairdye that dyes your roots magically as it grows out? You just found your dream man. You're welcome.]

Comments

[boutant]

Your handwriting could use some work.

Truth.

[conesoldstober]

So my apprentice used to keep telling me.

Worst thing you've ever done while plastered.

[boutant]

Your apprentice was right.

Had sex in an ally after getting kicked out of the bar. Truth or Dare?

[conesoldstober]

[That gets a slow eyebrow raise. Even back in Wales, he isn't used to women being that open.]

Truth, I suppose.

[boutant]

[ She might as well save her lying for something that actually matters. ]

Same question, I guess.

[conesoldstober]

Singing naked on the roof of my university club building. That was interesting ride to the station.

[boutant]

What did you sing?

[conesoldstober]

Bohemian Rhapsody, obviously. What else do four inebriated nineteen-year-olds on a roof in various states of undress sing?

Your turn, of course.

[boutant]

I wouldn't know.

I'll go with truth again. [ There is too much talk about being naked for her to be comfortable with saying dare. ]

[conesoldstober]

I pity the youth of today, honestly.

Someone you could bring here from home.

[boutant]

It would have been in French anyway.

One of my professors. He'd like seeing everything that we don't have at home.

[conesoldstober]

Went to school in France, did you?

[boutant]

In Paris, yeah.