nineteen ➢ text + private + spam

[patheticvillain]

I need help with a project.

private } zane, barron, & the non-existent philip (because hope springs eternal)

I'm bored. When are we actually going to do something interesting?

spam } open

[Cassel spends most of his time, even now, out on deck and in the gardens. He looks extremely worried and vulnerable, which is 25% calculated and 75% natural - he's not very good at hiding his emotions yet. As always, he wears gloves, and appears constantly on the lookout for attack.]

[Alternately, find him trying fruitlessly to break into your cabin. Seriously. Any cabin. At all.]



( ooc; cassel is eight, responses will come from brothermayi. )

Comments

[brothermayi]

I think it's better. I came up with it on my own.

And what are you good at?

[princelingofpuzzles]

[He pauses, unsure of how to proceed.]


...I'm good at lots of things, so you tell me what skills you need, and I'll tell you what I can help with.

[brothermayi]

. . . Are you good at computers?

[princelingofpuzzles]

[He's only vaguely aware of what 'computers' are. The newspaper talks about electronic stuff, sometimes.]

That's kinda a luxury item. So... not really? But I'm good with this communicator, so I guess I could be, if I had access to one.

[brothermayi]

Oh, you're from a weird time. Okay. Forget that.

Are you good at doing research?

[princelingofpuzzles]

Research is easy. What would I be researching?

[brothermayi]

Laundry.

[princelingofpuzzles]

[He tilts his head.]

...You're definitely going to need to give me more details about this project.

[brothermayi]

Come find me, I'll tell you. It's secret.

[princelingofpuzzles]

It'd be easier if you just told me where you are.

[brothermayi]

Fine. I'm on deck. No fun.

[princelingofpuzzles]

It wouldn't have been fun for both of us.

[Hopefully this isn't some sort of trap.

He'll bring one of Mister Nygma's metal question mark thingies up to the deck with him just in case.]