In Hell I'll be Good Company

Dolce and Gabbana Fall 2015 Menswear

@we-are-threadmage

“Aw, I’m sure y’picked something lovely out for her.” He gives Abi a warm smile as he places one bag on the counter and moves the other one - full of groceries - into the kitchen, reappearing not a minute later to move to Abi’s side. “Here.” He grins, revealing something in his hands- a bronze brooch fashioned to look like several intertwining gears. “I got’cha this at the market.”

“This is lovely.” Her smile lights up, and she immediately pins it to the front of her blouse. “Steampunk, I believe they call the style, no?”

“I believe so! Though I don’t know much about it other than the cos-players I saw wearin’ weird an’ wonderful gear at the shop I found this’n.” He grins, placing a hand on her shoulder. “So, how was y’mornin’?”

“Quiet, but nice. I got a lot done around the shop, and spent some time worrying over William and his shop.” She leans into the touch easily, relaxing almost to the point of melting against him.

“He’s doin’ alright, after what happened? I... wish I could’ve helped, I think I should visit him soon... maybe bring him something.” Maud furrows his brows before chuckling to himself, and proceeds to take Abi into a hug. “Is he one for ‘get well soon’ cards?” He asks, almost jokingly.

“Aw, I’m sure y’picked something lovely out for her.” He gives Abi a warm smile as he places one bag on the counter and moves the other one - full of groceries - into the kitchen, reappearing not a minute later to move to Abi’s side. “Here.” He grins, revealing something in his hands- a bronze brooch fashioned to look like several intertwining gears. “I got’cha this at the market.”

“This is lovely.” Her smile lights up, and she immediately pins it to the front of her blouse. “Steampunk, I believe they call the style, no?”

“I believe so! Though I don’t know much about it other than the cos-players I saw wearin’ weird an’ wonderful gear at the shop I found this’n.” He grins, placing a hand on her shoulder. “So, how was y’mornin’?”

“Aw, I’m sure y’picked something lovely out for her.” He gives Abi a warm smile as he places one bag on the counter and moves the other one - full of groceries - into the kitchen, reappearing not a minute later to move to Abi’s side. “Here.” He grins, revealing something in his hands- a bronze brooch fashioned to look like several intertwining gears. “I got’cha this at the market.”

“Don’t worry, some o’them are kept electronically, I’m not that much o’a technophobe.” He grins. “I keep a spreadsheet ‘nd such usin’ the Office app on my phone. Though it would be pretty Moros t’have everythin’ written down in a dusty tome or somethin’ like that.”

“I’d have thought that the phone would be harder.” Jack laughs warmly.

“I suppose, but I got one o’these first.” He holds up his phone, a mid-range touchscreen one that’s immaculately clean and well put together, it’s obvious Maud had a hand in modifying it in someway. “You just need t’know which symbols t’tap, computers add the nonsense o’keyboards ‘nd mice. Plus I find these small devices easier t’use with magic.”

Jack looks thoughtful. “How would you feel about a tablet, maybe? Or a computer with a touch screen? I know a Libertine who can put together something pretty foolproof.”

"They're one o'those flippy ones, right? Havin' a bigger screen would be great! I'd love t'see what'cha Libertine friend can do, I'd definitely be interested." He beams, moving in his seat slightly.

“Don’t worry, some o’them are kept electronically, I’m not that much o’a technophobe.” He grins. “I keep a spreadsheet ‘nd such usin’ the Office app on my phone. Though it would be pretty Moros t’have everythin’ written down in a dusty tome or somethin’ like that.”

“I’d have thought that the phone would be harder.” Jack laughs warmly.

“I suppose, but I got one o’these first.” He holds up his phone, a mid-range touchscreen one that’s immaculately clean and well put together, it’s obvious Maud had a hand in modifying it in someway. “You just need t’know which symbols t’tap, computers add the nonsense o’keyboards ‘nd mice. Plus I find these small devices easier t’use with magic.”

“Don’t worry, some o’them are kept electronically, I’m not that much o’a technophobe.” He grins. “I keep a spreadsheet ‘nd such usin’ the Office app on my phone. Though it would be pretty Moros t’have everythin’ written down in a dusty tome or somethin’ like that.”

“Yeah, that’s true. Don’t worry too hard, though. You’ll get wrinkles.” Jack chuckles, reaching over to tousle Maud’s hair. “You’ve got all the tools you need. Have you looked into the history of the place to figure out who the ghost might be?”

“I’ve done a little research. I’m thinkin’ they’re a murder victim, a woman who lived on the top floor about a decade ago. Though the few people who live there don’t know all that much, seein’ as it happened before they moved in. I was thinkin’ o’going t’a library ‘nd checking newspapers for more info.”

“You could also look online, there might be something. A decade ago was 2008–that means something’s probably archived online.”

“Hmm, you’re right. Though I, uh, ain’t exactly sure how I’d go about doin’ that.” He rubs the back of his neck, giving a nervous smile. “Still haven’t got handy in usin’ computers ‘nd the such.”

Jack leans in, chuckling. “Adaptability is Strength. You ought to at least know how to do a google search, Maud.”

“That’s a search engine, right? I think I can use one o’them. I should maybe look int’gettin’ a laptop or somethin’... would be good fer the shop as well.”

“Yeah, that’s true. Don’t worry too hard, though. You’ll get wrinkles.” Jack chuckles, reaching over to tousle Maud’s hair. “You’ve got all the tools you need. Have you looked into the history of the place to figure out who the ghost might be?”

“I’ve done a little research. I’m thinkin’ they’re a murder victim, a woman who lived on the top floor about a decade ago. Though the few people who live there don’t know all that much, seein’ as it happened before they moved in. I was thinkin’ o’going t’a library ‘nd checking newspapers for more info.”

“You could also look online, there might be something. A decade ago was 2008–that means something’s probably archived online.”

“Hmm, you’re right. Though I, uh, ain’t exactly sure how I’d go about doin’ that.” He rubs the back of his neck, giving a nervous smile. “Still haven’t got handy in usin’ computers ‘nd the such.”

“Yeah, that’s true. Don’t worry too hard, though. You’ll get wrinkles.” Jack chuckles, reaching over to tousle Maud’s hair. “You’ve got all the tools you need. Have you looked into the history of the place to figure out who the ghost might be?”

“I’ve done a little research. I’m thinkin’ they’re a murder victim, a woman who lived on the top floor about a decade ago. Though the few people who live there don’t know all that much, seein’ as it happened before they moved in. I was thinkin’ o’going t’a library ‘nd checking newspapers for more info.”

“I hope y’mean that in the metaphorical sense.” He returns the grin, opening the doors to the VIP area and leads the way to the closest free booth. “I received a client recently, ‘nd they want me t’deal with a ghost hauntin’ a buildin’ that they are wantin’ to sell. Usual horror movie shtick, ‘cept that the poor ghost ain’t actually causin’ all that much harm.”

“Alright. What angle of attack do you want on this? Ethics? Practicality? Gut feeling?”

“My gut feelin’ says I should move ‘em out the house so I can help them move on in a safer location. But then my second thoughts kick in ‘nd say that might'n disturb them ‘nd we get full blown horror flick, mind y'this place is a tenement building, ‘nd a couple'a folks still live there.” He pauses to take a sip. “The client doesn’t seem like an ass, no malicious intent or anythin’ like that.”

“Tried asking the ghost? It’s not harming anyone, it might have enough selfness left to understand ‘let me move you, please’.”

“I tried talkin’ t’ it, but it’s the kind that don’t wanna pay attention. Might'n be I just haven’t found the right way t'get the message across…” He scratches the back of his neck, his eyes narrowing with thought.

“You’re a Death Mage. You can force it to listen. Get its attention, and make your point. I’ve had to do that with spirits a few times.”

“I suppose…” He shifts in his chair awkwardly. “Yeah. I’ll do that. I suppose the manners I was taught still override the fact that I’m a mage ‘nd can do such thin’s… gettin’ this far it’s a wonder that I’ve managed t'deal with ghosts before.” He lets out a small chuckle, followed by a grin.

Jack laughs and gently taps a fist against Maud’s head. “You’re a mage. You can do almost anything.”

“Do you want backup when you go to deal with the ghost? I’m an Initiate of Death, myself. Though…if you want another Moros, you might consider Reason’s ward, Fray.”

“I hope y’mean that in the metaphorical sense.” He returns the grin, opening the doors to the VIP area and leads the way to the closest free booth. “I received a client recently, ‘nd they want me t’deal with a ghost hauntin’ a buildin’ that they are wantin’ to sell. Usual horror movie shtick, ‘cept that the poor ghost ain’t actually causin’ all that much harm.”

“Alright. What angle of attack do you want on this? Ethics? Practicality? Gut feeling?”

“My gut feelin’ says I should move ‘em out the house so I can help them move on in a safer location. But then my second thoughts kick in ‘nd say that might'n disturb them ‘nd we get full blown horror flick, mind y'this place is a tenement building, ‘nd a couple'a folks still live there.” He pauses to take a sip. “The client doesn’t seem like an ass, no malicious intent or anythin’ like that.”

“Tried asking the ghost? It’s not harming anyone, it might have enough selfness left to understand ‘let me move you, please’.”

“I tried talkin’ t’ it, but it’s the kind that don’t wanna pay attention. Might'n be I just haven’t found the right way t'get the message across…” He scratches the back of his neck, his eyes narrowing with thought.

“You’re a Death Mage. You can force it to listen. Get its attention, and make your point. I’ve had to do that with spirits a few times.”

“I suppose…” He shifts in his chair awkwardly. “Yeah. I’ll do that. I suppose the manners I was taught still override the fact that I’m a mage ‘nd can do such thin’s… gettin’ this far it’s a wonder that I’ve managed t'deal with ghosts before.” He lets out a small chuckle, followed by a grin.

Jack laughs and gently taps a fist against Maud’s head. “You’re a mage. You can do almost anything.”

“I hope y’mean that in the metaphorical sense.” He returns the grin, opening the doors to the VIP area and leads the way to the closest free booth. “I received a client recently, ‘nd they want me t’deal with a ghost hauntin’ a buildin’ that they are wantin’ to sell. Usual horror movie shtick, ‘cept that the poor ghost ain’t actually causin’ all that much harm.”

“Alright. What angle of attack do you want on this? Ethics? Practicality? Gut feeling?”

“My gut feelin’ says I should move ‘em out the house so I can help them move on in a safer location. But then my second thoughts kick in ‘nd say that might'n disturb them ‘nd we get full blown horror flick, mind y'this place is a tenement building, ‘nd a couple'a folks still live there.” He pauses to take a sip. “The client doesn’t seem like an ass, no malicious intent or anythin’ like that.”

“Tried asking the ghost? It’s not harming anyone, it might have enough selfness left to understand ‘let me move you, please’.”

“I tried talkin’ t’ it, but it’s the kind that don’t wanna pay attention. Might'n be I just haven’t found the right way t'get the message across…” He scratches the back of his neck, his eyes narrowing with thought.

“You’re a Death Mage. You can force it to listen. Get its attention, and make your point. I’ve had to do that with spirits a few times.”

"I suppose..." He shifts in his chair awkwardly. "Yeah. I'll do that. I suppose the manners I was taught still override the fact that I'm a mage 'nd can do such thin's... gettin' this far it's a wonder that I've managed t'deal with ghosts before." He lets out a small chuckle, followed by a grin.

i would love to see smth where someone moves into a new house, finds out its haunted, and their first and lasting reaction is im gonna sue the shit out of that bastard who sold me this house

You go to a ghost movie expecting the standard horror fare only to discover it’s actually a legal drama

I am duty bound to tag @ramblingandpie (although I know it’s different branch of law)