Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire [OTA]

[freedomsuitsme]

Who: The Great Maxwell and YOU!
What: Bopping around the ship, taking care of errands
Where: Library, Cabins, Windjammer, Various
When: Early October
Warnings: None Yet

Pick your poison, name your desire [Library]

It took some time to decide where exactly he'd work on Grace's suit. Though the lounge in Bobby B's is comfortable, he doesn't want the smell of cigars to permeate the fabric, not when it's so new and fresh and wonderfully pressed. Stan the Man would have been too crowded and noisy, the Atrium too open. What had sold him on the library was the presence of open tables and the soft hum of the alchemy engine.

Measure twice, cut once. It's an especially important mantra to follow when you have so little material to spare. Old muscle memory finds its way into his fingers as he works, and, steadily, the ensemble begins to come together.

He's engrossed in his work, but considering he's working in a public place, he's not about to shoo out anyone else who comes in.



I'm a great many things, but I'm not liar [Closed for Giles]

It's about a week into October when the magician comes a'knocking.

"Giles, it's Maxwell. I've run into a bit of a problem."



Despite your rage, despite your ire [Near Cabin 105]

Around midday, early in October, Maxwell can be seen entering, and very shortly after, emerging from Cabin 105- Grace and Valdis' cabin. He knocked first, then entered when there was no response... unless there was. Though he did try very deliberately to come by when he knew Ms. Grace would be out.

He doesn't make much of a deal about it, and he doesn't have a look on his face like he knows he's doing anything untoward or unusual.

Well, curiosity killed the cat, but since when did cats care about death taxes?

I'll be dancing around your pyre [Windjammer]

It's occurred to him that, given how food doesn't spoil and the depths of the Tommy Bahama are infinite, he probably shouldn't forego packing provisions for his eventual safari with Higgsbury. He knows the outing is inevitable now- the gift of a couple of very familiar pith hats from Sundries has convinced him of as much- and he wants to be as prepared as possible, given the scientist's lingering apprehensions.

He's packing a lot of bacon and eggs, an odd choice for a field mission. Perhaps there's something better and less greasy that he could be stuffing into his basket?

And our old grudges we'll retire [Wildcard]

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pick your poison, name your desire

[millay]

Maeve is back for her occasional restock on books. Though, she is generally stuck in the erotica section for the sake of books that don't take much mental effort. Also they are entertaining. Even if the writing is more than a bit questionable.

She pauses as she sees Maxwell again. Instead of books, she notices the clothes being made. "I have to say it's the first time I've ever seen someone making clothing in the library."

I'm a great many things

[ring_for_giles]

The cabin door opens not to the cabin, but to the Cottage gardens.

"Of course," Giles says with a nod, stepping aside to let Maxwell in, "Please, come in, I'll see what I can do."

Wildcard

[be_seeing_you]

Following this night Number 6 sets out determined to find Mr. Carter and confront him about it.

He stalks up with none of the usual friendliness he would show his fellow game player. Instead, he demands, "What did you do to Ava?!"

Wildcard with Grace

[freedomsuitsme]

At the end of the month, the suit is about as good as it's going to get. It's not perfect; he out of practice, and the fabric is of a texture he's unaccustomed to, but once Grace tries it on, he'll be able to make the little corrections and adjustments that will hopefully result in something the both of them can be happy with.

He messages her, letting her know to meet by her cabin for a surprise.