3. Getting into the swing of things

[magdawaldescu.livejournal.com]

[Magda comes down from her room in a much nicer dress than before, thanks to her gently testing the castle's boundaries. Of course, in this case, nicer means made out of better fabric and trimmed with a gold belt buckle, but generally looking like the 1960s threw up after a floral-patterned dinner with paisley for dessert. Her hair is loose and looking generally cloudlike as usual, and she's also sporting her favored heavy-looking boots.]

[ooc: tag Deadpool!]

Comments

[magdawaldescu.livejournal.com]

[UH OH. SOMEONE JUST WOKE UP MAGDA'S NEWFOUND ENJOYMENT OF VIOLENCE.]

...shooting hrange?

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

Yup. If you can shoot or throw it, you can go to the shooting range.

[magdawaldescu.livejournal.com]

[interest is friggin' PIQUED]

You show me, hyes?

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

I'll show you anytime you want. What do you use?

[magdawaldescu.livejournal.com]

Oh- I only have sis-

[with absolutely no shame, she pulls up her skirt to display a large chopping knife in a sheath strapped to her thigh, and beams fangily at him]

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[APPROVES OF THE VIEW] Nice... Really nice. I can get you some throwing knives though if you want.

[magdawaldescu.livejournal.com]

[eyes widen]

I AM INTERESTED IN SE THROWING OF KNIVES.

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

I can give lessons too. Free of charge!

[magdawaldescu.livejournal.com]

FREE OF CHARGE IS GOOD.

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

It'd be wrong to charge you since you just got here and all.

When would you like to start?

[magdawaldescu.livejournal.com]

[almost flirtatiously]

Vhenever you'd like, meester...

[She pauses, realizing he hasn't told her his name.]

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[Flirting YES]

Deadpool. Or Wade, if you'd like. How about Tuesday afternoon?

[magdawaldescu.livejournal.com]

I'd like sat. [beambeam!]

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

So it's a date then, Fräulein. After we can go for some lunch or something. The ghosts make some decent Mexican food.

[magdawaldescu.livejournal.com]

...I'm Magda, by the vay.

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

Magda, huh? Pretty name for a pretty girl. I like calling you 'Fräulein' though.

[magdawaldescu.livejournal.com]

[dryly]

I've noticed.

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

You don't like it? I can pick something else.

[magdawaldescu.livejournal.com]

I don't mind.

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

Good! Oh and if you need any help getting around since you haven't been here long, don't hesitate to call. Or well, not call. There's not really any phones. Yell in the journal and I'll get to you.

[magdawaldescu.livejournal.com]

Se vhat?

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

The journal? The magic book with your name on it that was in your room when you showed up? That you can write in or record your voice in?

[magdawaldescu.livejournal.com]

OH! Er... I didn't really notice it.

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

Well, if you crack it open, that's how you find most of the crazies here. And how to get in contact with anyone in the castle who has a journal which is everyone but the pets and the ghosts.