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Strokes of Genius, Wednesday (April 7)

Dreaming about food was one thing; dreaming about a very specific bagel sandwich that to the best of her knowledge had only ever been on the menu at one place, and that place was gone now was another.

The really annoying part was having been just awake enough to realize that bagel shop back in L.A. had shut down and jar herself out of the dream. And con herself out of a really nice dream meal.

Katchoo was not likely to tell you that this was the reason for her mood today, but believe it or not -- that's what it was.

[OOC: Uh, not that I ever had a dream similar to this or anything. OCD has fled in anticipation of the keysmashing I will be doing later this evening.]
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[personal profile] bitchprince 2010-04-08 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Arthur rubbed at his brow. Were he anyone else, this would be where he'd lapse into his spiel about his angst re: that, or whatever.

"But things are peaceful enough that there should be plenty of tourneys upon our return. It was actually getting to be time for the jousting tournament again shortly before we left. Father spoke of perhaps letting me come back for it."

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-04-08 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Katchoo actually suspected there might be angst re: that, or at least she liked to think she knew him well enough by now to make that guess. She just didn't know what she'd do if he actually talked about it.

"Think you'll be up to par for it?" she asked. "If I end up making 'My friend won the Camelot jousting tournament and all I got was this lousy t-shirt' shirts, and can't use 'em . . ."

[personal profile] bitchprince 2010-04-08 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Arthur shot her a sharp look.

"Of course I'll be up to par," he said, in a drawl that was significantly lazier than his tone so far.

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-04-08 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, good." Katchoo smirked at him. "I had a great design half made up in my head for that t-shirt already. Woulda been a shame to waste it."

[personal profile] bitchprince 2010-04-08 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't worry," he said, shooting her a completely idle second look to show he wasn't bothered. "I'm sharp and well-trained. I do have a title to defend."

And his father would be very, very disappointed if he didn't get it. Again. If he got home.

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-04-08 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Katchoo would be more than happy to tell Uther Pendragon where he could shove it if he ended up disappointed.

"Almost wish I could be there for that," she allowed in a tone that suggested the 'almost' didn't really belong in the sentence.

[personal profile] bitchprince 2010-04-08 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe some day," he allowed. When he could be certain any of them would be safe. "As it stands, you'll just have to cope with stories of trophies won in the past. I do have quite a number of them." Courtesy of daddy issues, unlimited.

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-04-08 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you, daddy issues unlimited. Sort of.

"Aw, gee. Whatever am I gonna do, settling for stories?" Honestly, she appreciated in her own prickly way that he told them to her at all. "I guess I can live with that."

[personal profile] bitchprince 2010-04-08 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Arthur rolled his eyes lightly. "Anyway, the last tournament Father hosted was one of swordsmanship," he continued, "My chief competitor, Valiant, decided to use magic to tip the scales in his favour. He didn't succeed in the end, of course."

But it'd be a cold day in hell the day he thanked Morgana for that.

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-04-08 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"His name was Valiant?" Katchoo's eyebrows shot up, but not entirely because of that, even though it was a good enough reason. "And he used magic. In your kingdom. That cannot possibly have gone well for him."

[personal profile] bitchprince 2010-04-08 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sir Valiant," Arthur agreed. What? These names happened. You know. "He'd had his shield enchanted to produce these... snakes. Merlin passed on a warning to me, but my father was... skeptical."

Which was Arthurian for 'he humiliated me in public, I sacked Merlin and I refused to leave my room out of sheer misery', but let's just cough and pass over that.

"The snakes appeared during the final battle of the tournament, but I managed to dispatch them. Killed the man and took my prize. As was only just."

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-04-08 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
You know, it wasn't like a girl who went by Katchoo could really throw stones, but she'd be the one serving up the stones like a big-league closing pitcher with a 103-MPH heater and then bitching when the resulting line drive shattered her glass house.

"Because we can't have anyone using magic that openly in Camelot, of course." Translation: Arthur, your kingdom is one frikkin' messed up place.

[personal profile] bitchprince 2010-04-08 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"He was using it to kill his competitors in a friendly tourney," Arthur retorted, narrowing his eyes.

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-04-08 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, see above re: messed up place. "I never said the guy was the brightest crayon in the box," Katchoo reminded him. "Snakes. Figures."

[personal profile] bitchprince 2010-04-09 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
"How does that figure?"

Now Arthur was attempting to run the math of exactly how many wizards had come in trying to kill him back home. It didn't look pretty.

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-04-09 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Snakes. Y'know. Tricky, underhanded people, snakes, the symbolism's obvious. That's what they always go for." Katchoo rolled her eyes. "It's a classic."

[OOC: al;ksjdflkas that icon. Ngh.]
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