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[valiantrebel]

[OOM: Practice talking to girls]

Trapped. That's what Harry's been these many weeks past, and of his own doing too -- that's not to be denied. The more he must smile and bow and expend his manners, the more he wishes for a horse and a sword and a Scottish border raid. When a door in Philippa de Coucy's house opens into Milliways instead of yet another solar full of nursemaids and noble daughters, to say his relief is palpable is only to concede to the limits of language.

So, though his hair is combed and he's trussed up in his finest visiting suit, it's a pretty good time to meet young Harry Percy. He's making a beeline for the Bar, intent on trying some new food or drink that's beyond the scope of his era. Go on. Ask him how his quest for a wife is going.

11 PM CST Oh no, guys! You're wonderful; I have to go to sleep. Will tag up tomorrow!

Comments

[thenewblack]

"Big city, full of bright lights and dark alleys," comes the reply, "Most gargoyles per square mile in the country."

Not the most churches though. Important distinction!

[valiantrebel]

Is he meant to be impressed?

"Gargoyles are the measure of greatness in your lands?"

[thenewblack]

"They're a measure of creepiness. I have no idea why people keep putting them up on new buildings anyway."

[valiantrebel]

"I suppose masons must keep themselves entertained."

He doesn't really do cities, so he can't say that he's thought about it much.

[thenewblack]

"I don't think that's one problem we've had come up yet," she says, "Killer clowns, sure, but not no mad masons."

[valiantrebel]

A bit alarmed now: "What manner of city is this?"

[thenewblack]

Artemis's expression twitches for a split second into something that might be a smile.

"Gotham's a special sort of place. We tend to extremes."

[valiantrebel]

"That's much in evidence." Killer clowns? And very rude men!

[thenewblack]

"What? Besides coming here, I'm not that unusual for a Gotham girl."

Lies, Harry. Lies.