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[captainryan.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Ryan decides he isn't overly fond of video games. It may have to do with the way he keeps dieing in them.]

Captain Ryan has a steaming cup of coffee in front of him, though it hasn't done much good yet. He was up later than he expected to be, ah, researching Deitmar's reanimated corpses. His eyes are closed at the moment, and he doesn't appear to be all that aware of his surroundings.

Of course, he spent last night having zombies jump out of the shadows at him. How you choose to determine whether or not he's asleep is entirely up to you.

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[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

Jingle-jingle-jingle! Although she has learned her lesson as far as coming too close when Richard is asleep.

Suzi settles down across from him.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Suzi," he murmurs, cracking one eye open to check because the last time he said hello to her without looking, it turned out to be Whistler.

Identification complete, he gives her a small smile. "How are you?"

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Richard." Suzi says with a smile, "I'm doing alright. I brought my knitting with me today." she holds it up with a grin; it's a black sweater of the wrong dimensions to be meant for Whistler.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan tilts his head at the material. "Black is not common for a butterfly on acid, is it?" He gives her a wry smile before sipping his coffee.

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"Nu uh." Suzi says with a grin, "But it's pretty common for a werewolf." At least the one she knows.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan glances down ruefully at himself. He is wearing a black tee under a dark brown shirt, though the trousers are a dark khaki.

"I suppose I am fairly monochrome." He really doesn't mind, though. "Thank you."

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"You're welcome." Suzi says cheerfully, "And I am adding dark gray to the cuffs and neck. It wouldn't be worth the yarn to make you something you wouldn't wear?"

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan won't mention, then, that he'd feel obligated to wear whatever she made him. He still has the cloak she gave him, as well, and though it's difficult to find time when he's outside and not working out, he does try to wear it.

"It sounds dashing," he affirms.

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

She only wears hers when scaring werewolves being formal. Her Keon cloak, now that she's sworn to another house, is her usual coat in Whistler's world. "I think so? I found a very basic design, nothing...um. Nothing I'd wear?"

[will_scarlett]

Lady Belladonna told him his name, so now Will is exploring this lovely place, oh the poor man seems to have fallen asleep.

Will gently pats him, "Pardon me, sir, ye seem to 'ave fallen asleep."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"No, I have not, Mr. Scarlett," Ryan rumbles, not quite growling. His eyes open to glare at the younger man's, an utterly false smile (complete with teeth) on his face.

[will_scarlett]

Will's not sure why the man seems so unhappy, but clearly he knows Will,

"Aye, forgive me, sir, ye just seemed to be asleep. 'ppears ye know me, 'ow lovely. Been meetin' so many charmin' people. Belle was kind 'nough to tell me name an that I'm from Sherwood forest, where are ye from, sir, an 'ow do ye know me?"

It should be noted, Will is just about radiating happiness and ease.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan gives Will a look as though he's gone mad.

"We met here, Mr. Scarlett," he says carefully. "Are you saying you don't remember?"

He's still showing teeth.

[will_scarlett]

He's in a good enough mood that he figures, its just a wider smile,

"Nay, sir, dinna 'member anythin' really, but Belle 'elped me a bit. An tisna matter that much, tis Midsummer an a lovely place 'ere."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan leans back in his chair to think this over. Scarlett has amnesia. Taking advantage of that would be wrong.

Terribly wrong.

"Captain Richard Ryan, Mr. Scarlett," he says with a more genuine smile, the faintest hint of amusement behind it. "How much was Belle able to tell you?"

[will_scarlett]

"Pleasure to meet ye Captain. She told me my name an that I was from Sherwood forest, which 'pparently is in England. Also told me I'm a good man, think tis all, aye an that I'm seventeen. Odd that it feels right to be from a forest, 'xplains why me clothes are green."

Will just grins back at the smile, so glad to see this man happier since everyone should be happy on Midsummer.

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"A good man?" Ryan asks, feigning surprise before chuckling as though Will just told a joke.

"I wonder why she would tell you that." Ryan smiles good-naturedly.

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

Bond slows in his usual search to find a seat, because a sleeping Ryan is obviously an interesting one. He's not sure whether he wants to wake him up, though he is tempted to do that just to tell him there's rooms upstairs. With beds.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He's not sleeping, he's resting his eyes. And the fact that his nose is almost in his coffee just proves that he really likes the smell.

No, really! His nose is twitching.

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

Er.

Bond nudges Ryan's shoulder.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan's immediate response is to hunch over his coffee and growl, showing teeth. His coffee!

Then he sees it's Bond, and the growl cuts off. He gives the spy a somewhat apologetic smile, though he's still showing teeth.

"Sorry, James. Late night." He still has a protective hand over his coffee.

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

"I can see that," he replies wryly. "It might be a good idea to head back to your room, if you have one."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan squeezes his eyes shut once or twice before shaking his head. "If I sleep now, I'll ruin my body clock even worse than I have already." He gulps down the coffee and Bar gives him a refill.

"Thanks. Why don't you sit, James? I promise to not fall asleep in the middle of a conversation," he says with a smile of his own.

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

Bond grins, taking a seat across from Ryan. "I'm not sure if I can take your word on that."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan smirks. "Oh, you doubt my honesty, do you?" That's probably a good thing, Bond.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to disappoint you."