@mansbane | audio | december 15th

[bravelyrunsaway]

Hahaha... ha... ha... loves, I hate being a bother, but I'm in a bit of a situation.

( there's a pause, and some strained breathing; also sounding a little like he's talking in a closed space. )

The, er, enthusiastic party of young women? Have locked me into a chest. And are refusing to let me out.

( he's a werewolf, he's more than strong enough to get out, right! he clears his throat. )

I'm also tied up. Just got the gag out now.

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let us attempt to escape a chest

[bravelyrunsaway]

There are wedding swords, an axe would be far more practical.

( For the wood and all. Or it might be a statement on his feelings about solidified commitment )

Knew a courtesan once who could dislocate near any limb, and pop them back in again. Remarkable woman. She told the most fascinating stor—

( the lid slaps shut. )

...ies.

( he sighs, and resumes attempting to brace himself enough to change position and put pressure up.

... by the time he manages it, Jimmy likely will be back on trying to open the chest. which may now unhelpfully pull open much more easily than it had prior, with a very naked, bound man half curled into an awkward rise with it. )

I'd like to register several complaints about this not as fun as it could be naked evening, will anyone take them, do you think?

they'll sing songs of our bravery

[slippin]

[ On the heels of their—setback, it's a setback, not a defeat—comes a loud thump to the top of the chest, followed by an affronted “ow!” and a grumbled curse. Hopefully it doesn't overlap too much with Licyn's attempts at actual productivity.

But Jimmy, being Jimmy, shakes out his hand and grimly gets back to it, muttering: ] Maybe we—should try—reverse psychology.

[ He's just thinking to himself how much easier this is going (maybe taking out his frustrations on the chest dislodged something?) when the lock pops loose and the lid swings almost violently open. Jimmy sways, then just gives in and tumbles back on his ass, the ice skate he'd been using to pry open the chest clattering to the floor. ]

Oh. Hey! [ No time to admire this no-doubt-impressive specimen of manhood: Jimmy picks up the skate and rushes to Licyn's side, reaching for a shoulder to steady him. ] Welcome back. Here, uh, give me your hands. [ So he can saw through the bindings with this skate. What could go wrong? ]

If I were running things? I'd tell you that was the Houdini Suite and charge you double. [ Which would still...come out to nothing...but details. ]

in taverns where everyone is very, very drunk

[bravelyrunsaway]

Reverse what?

( What in the world is psychology or its reverse or what is that, some social interaction? Not that he listens to an answer, if one comes; when the lid gives under Jimmy's knife-shoe attention and his own painful attempts to add leverage, he scrapes himself up to lean a shoulder on the lip of the chest. Then leans himself forward, so Jimmy has access to the hands behind his back, skin warm under Jimmy's hand where it rests at his shoulder. )

Would you now? Then you're exactly the sort of person we need negotiating the contracts we don't have.

( He says, and notes that response, because it both amuses him and is interesting. As the one who's argued, manipulated, and otherwise been in charge of his own contracts for himself and his packmate, he appreciates taking a lighting-struck turn of events and spinning it to an advantage that cost someone else.

Once his hands are free, he'll waste no time rubbing his wrists, and instead seat himself on the lip of the chest, then reach down and casually tear the rope from his ankles. What the manner of his being stuffed in a chest had done to restrict his strength might become... somewhat more apparent. )

We're out the window then, are we?