(no subject)

[landlesslord]

There comes a time in a man's life, when you've done enough skulking about feeling sorry for yourself after getting your ass kicked by lady-ninjas in blue spandex shortly after being gassed.

There is also a time in a man's life when he accepts that what's done is done and perhaps it's not a bad thing to try to show your fiancee how you feel about her.


This time could be when Guy leaves his room for some late night mulled wine to help him sleep or even when he sits down at a table, rather warily.

The doctor is in.


...wait. That's not right. He's got a stethoscope, a big orange jacket with "Doctor" on it and an alarming lack of weaponry. Definitely not right.


There will be a time for most of the above later. Now calls for something more potent than wine.


[OOC: Will be around for about half an hour then it's slowtime time. :)]

Comments

[will_scarlett]

Sadly Will finished his drink and he has to brave the trip to the Bar when he sees the sign and stops thinking oh its Guppy then stops.

He's trapped between the desire to hide and laugh a lot.

[landlesslord]

Will won't be hiding too well in that get up.


If Guy was further along in his own timeline, he might compare Will's outfit to a rather fetching one of Marian's, even complete with feathered hat.

But he's not. So he won't.

He merely raises an eyebrow instead.

[will_scarlett]

Nope and he's sort of stuck on a rather basic blush too, so there's red everywhere.

The eyebrow gets a grin, since Will can't help it, "Goin' to be workin' in the infirmary then?"

[landlesslord]

A glare. Followed by a somewhat evil smirk. "Why? Are you sick?"


Guy has a cure to get rid of illness. The cure is, sadly, fatal.

[will_scarlett]

Ah, but Will has a sword and Guy doesn't, this is important,

"Oh nay, just was wonderin' if 'rhaps ye've found somethin' ye're good at 'stead o'just bein' the Sheriff's lackey."

[landlesslord]

Guy has.... a stethoscope. And there's bound to be something in the orange jacket of doom. Perhaps he could SMOTHER Will in the jacket.

If it came to it. You know. Maybe just standing in Will's line of sight will make him slowly go blind?


"Oh I'm not just that." A very satisfied smirk is all that will be said about that. "Nice hat."

[will_scarlett]

If it comes to a war between Red and Orange, it could get dangerous for all involved,

"Nay, course na, ye're also almost as good a swordsman as Robin an pitied by Marian, aye ye're much more then just the Sheriff's lackey."

The mun blames the snark on the costume, truly, its easier that way.

[landlesslord]

"Almost as good a swordsman?" He would have Will know, if it was one of those pesky secrets, that he was a better swordsman. At least when it came to almost mortally wounding a certain Earl of Huntingdon.


The mention of Marian is ignored. It would make Guy emo.

Guy hailed a waitrat and after thinking a moment, asked for some strong spirit.

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, 'e's always beatin' ye whene'er ye fight."

Will knows this, he's seen it happen many times. If Guy gets emo then Will can join in with his Molly problems though alcohol always helps.

[landlesslord]

The hat must be addling the boy's mind. That is the only explanation.

Unless, of course, the boy's Robin was some kind of mystical warrior powered by magic. And then, that was cheating.

"If you say so." Guy rolled his eyes and moved on to the important business of drinking whatever strange liquid was in the bottle the waitrat brought.

It's alcohol. It's good enough.

[will_scarlett]

The alcohol gets a rather longing look and the rat brought two glasses so once Guy's done, Will pours a good glass, apparently the drink is green, how odd,

"'e is in my 'ome at least, but ye can tell yerself ye're better if it 'elps."

[landlesslord]

...


...


...


Guy downs his first glass and rapidly pours a second. "Clearly in your home, no one has any manners."

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, we do, just dinna see any reason to use 'em round ye, also rat brought two glasses to make up for yer lack o''ospitality."

First glass is down, the green stuff is good, Will's going for his second one, Guy's welcome to try to stop him, at least he isn't sitting down yet.

[queenofmay]

It's a while past the first glass of wine was found when Marian finds him.

After she's gotten out of her work for the afternoon in Arch.

But more importantly, after she'd walked by him twice, stopping the third time to look at him queerly.

"Sir Guy?"

[landlesslord]

"Hm?" If Guy had less alcohol, perhaps he would be paying more attention.


"Marian!" He grinned at her lazily and reached to tangle his fingers in hers to draw her closer.

[queenofmay]

Confusion, mixed with that blinding color of orange and the strange smile, succeeded in letting her hand be taken so that she was pulled a few steps closer.

"What are you wearing?"

[landlesslord]

He was raising her hand closer to his mouth in order to press his lips to her fingers...


...but got distracted by her question, leaving both their hands hovering somewhere between them.

Guy looked down at his jacket. It was an interesting conundrum, one that he had considered before he had started drinking and one that was now... merely a minor amusement.

He looked back up at her. "A jacket?"

[queenofmay]

Distractable and looking amused about himself as he responded, she almost thought he was cute.

Which was far more than almost shocking.

Marian's cheeks colored slightly as she gave a tug at her forgotten, and still claimed, hand. She tried to press though for something sensible.

"It's not very likely to your style. Is there a mishap going on in the bar again?"

[landlesslord]

Marian will not take her hand back that easily! Guy moves his hand so that his fingers entwine with hers and grins a little more mischievously . It may be that his thoughts consist only of 'mm. sweet hand victory.'


It may be something else. We shall never know.

He leans a little closer and lowers his voice, whispering almost conspiratorially. "It's sorcery."

[queenofmay]

This turn of events causes her stomach to roll, making it so she has to take a step closer so as not to jerk her arm or be holding it entirely straight.

The sudden conspiratorial closeness causes a small wince, as she looks at him, half wary. "And wine, apparently."

Marian looked about, catching sight of a few of the other patrons in their strange get ups. "I suppose this must be the day Ingress said was coming up. I should be grateful I didn't end up in a costume, myself."

[landlesslord]

"The wine came after." He says solemnly, and adds as an afterthought. "It was green."

Her move closer to him does not go unnoticed though and his mischievousness morphs into something a little more ...dare it be said, loving.

Marian herself is far more distracting than other patrons dressed as dinosaurs and instead of following her gaze, Guy only has eyes for her.

Well. Until his brow furrows a little. "You had warning of this trickery?"

[queenofmay]

Doing her best not the confusion she's feel, watching him linger between thoughts, showing emotions she'd rarely though he might possess no less ever show, she nodded slowly.

"Ingress mentioned that far into the future Halloween is celebrated as a day where children dress up and get candy. She said the Bar had a penchant for liking the dress up part, though with less tact toward choice."

[landlesslord]

"Oh." That explained his orange jacket then. And the peasant boy's red clothes. Guy answers a little more soberly. "Then I am glad you have no costume, if there is no tact involved."

A new worry struck him, along with the faint draught around his neck where it seemed the Bar had deigned to cut his hair.

"This is not...permanent?"

[queenofmay]

"Well, she seemed to imply the costumes were not, though I did not press," Marian ended her sentence reluctantly.

Her posture seemed to fight between an urge to relax and stare at him, and a need to be tense and looking way, when she continued on.

"She had mentioned it during her first visit, once I was well enough, awake enough for visitors."

[landlesslord]

His eyes drop to where her fingers are still caught with his as he listens to her admission.

"I hope it is not." He raises his free arm to better looks at the material of his jacket. "I don't think I could wear something so bright for long....the rest is tolerable."

The rest includes the t-shirt, the dark denim jeans and yes, the hair. It does not include the stethescope, a tool he is unfamiliar with.