ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ▸ if i wanna stay alive.

[lackluster]

WHO: Tartaglia & others.
WHERE: Around Stygia.
WHEN: November.
WHAT: Catchall for the month, mostly scenarios unrelated to the event. Plus some exploration and twerking.
WARNINGS: None as of now!

( ooc. just a closed log with the starters i owe for peeps! if you'd like a custom scenario with tartaglia, feel free to send me a pm or reply to my plotting comment so we can work something out.

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[midway]

[ Claude thinks that he might just stake out the space, and try to spy on someone else using the device, but he supposes that simply asking for help would be much more sensible.

Or perhaps he'll just read a book about it. That's the most thorough way of learning about a new technology outside of experimentation. ]

I doubt anyone will suspect us.

[ Glances at him. ]

By the way, what's your name, stranger?

[lackluster]

[ When Claude knows how to use the microwave, Tartaglia is going to ask him for a tutorial session. Why can't he ask someone else? Well, he doesn't want to add to the suspicion once this broken microwave is discovered... ]

Childe. You can call me Childe. Who might you be?

[ They should have done this earlier, but it's fine. At least they can commemorate their meeting with this broken appliance. ]

[midway]

Claude von Riegan.

[ He smiles briefly, before his expression grows thoughtful and he taps his chin with a hand. ]

Though perhaps I should've given you a fake name, in case you decided to betray me and tattle about this little misadventure...

[ If the idea hadn't occurred to Childe already, it certainly has now. The theory doesn't exactly paint Claude in the most flattering light either—they'd been comrades in arms while tackling this microwave, and yet he's already begun to distrust his newfound companion. ]

[lackluster]

[ Tartaglia looks affronted, even if it's only mildly so. ]

I'm not the type to go blabbing around about this incident, especially if I said I wouldn't. [ It's not quite a promise, but it's something he intends to keep anyway. ] Since you're the one who said it, aren't you more likely to do it?

[ Two can play the distrustful game. He doesn't see the need to escalate this though. Not over a stupid microwave. ]

[midway]

[ Oh, did he offend him?

Claude smiles at the accusation, shaking his head. ]

Me? No way. I'm a team player. Plus, it would be pretty terrible to turn on a stranger who just volunteered to help me out of the goodness of their heart.

[ He holds out a hand. ]

Let's trust one another then.

[lackluster]

[ The smile does appease him a tiny bit, but not entirely. He does take the offered hand, however, shaking it firmly. ]

No one will know what happened here. That's a promise.

[ The poor microwave will be left in its broken and burnt state, and no one will be any the wiser. ]