The best-laid plans o' hatters an' men

[maddeninghatter]

Who: Xerxes Break, Sharon Rainsworth, Reim Lunettes, Gilbert Nightray
When: Saturday, September 15th, just before Sirens
Where: A back entrance to Phancyhive
Summary: Break has been AWOL since Friday morning, doing… things. Of course he didn't bother to inform anyone he'd be out. Of course.
Warnings: None.

[ The procedure had gone actually better than expected--

Well, in truth, he doesn't remember too much of it, beyond waking up with a throbbing headache and a bandage over his left eye. He has a bottle of lovely pills in his pocket, but he is loathe to take any until he is back at the Phantomhive-Trancy estate. It's hard enough to navigate blind; but blind and drugged?

Despite his dizziness and disorientation, he'd asked the taxi to let him off a few blocks away from the estate, and then he'd crept in through the gardens. He knows the time, from his NV; it's just before Sirens. Probably no one will notice him as he slips in, through the dappled, horizontal sunlight. And then he will sneak in through a side entrance, creep into his room and pretend he'd been hiding in the pantry eating cookies the whole time.

This is a fine plan, and there is nothing at all that could go amiss with it. ]

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[And then he promptly explodes.]

You're just coming in now?! Where were you?!

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[ URK! ]

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[



--oh, wait. It's just Gilbert. Disaster averted. ]

My, myyyyyyy~!

Did you miss me, Gilbert? ♥

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Miss you-? Who would?!

[EXCUSE YOU WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN.]

What are you doing sneaking around? Where have you been?!

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Why, Gilbert--

[ Ow. His head, it hurts. Like really, a lot. He just wants to go to bed and take some of these lovely, lovely pills...

He's leaning on his cane a bit more than he has been, lately. Hope you don't notice, Gilbert. ]

You sound jealous. You know I can't stand that sort of thing~♥

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[He does notice, but only because Break is leaning on it and not hitting him with it. He frowns and crosses his arms over his chest, as though he's staring at a child that he needs to scold.]

Stop messing around and just tell me what happened!

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[ This would ordinarily be the time when he'd twirl his cane through his fingers and slam it down again, threateningly. But.... he sort of needs it to stand, right now. ]

What happened? Why, nothing at all.

Honestly Gilbert, you really ought to relax! Now, if you'll excuse me...

[ He starts to move past. ]

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You really think I'd accept that--?!

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[He reaches to grab for the wrist not attached to his cane as he walks past.]

Whatever you do in your spare time is none of my business, but you can't disappear in this city without saying anything!

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Fine--

Fine! You really want to know?

[ Gilbert. Let go. You're going to unbalance him, grabbing like that. ]

I've got a lady friend. I spent the night.

[ Come on, Gilbert. Dissolve into a wibbling mess, the mere mention of the fairer sex should do it! ]

Next time I've got a rendezvous, you'll be the first to know, Gilbert, all right?

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[IMMEDIATELY LETTING GO

CRYING MIGHT BE IMMINENT.............]

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[Except then he remembers who he's speaking to.]

That's nowhere close to the truth, is it...?

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[ Just as planned! Break continues hobbling past... ]

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[ ...wait. ]

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[ WAIT ]

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[ ARE YOU INSULTING HIS MAN CARD GILBERT? ]

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[ You, of ALL people!

He swings his cane! ]

done

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[ ...which is a capital error, considering the shape he's in. Swing and a miss. Down he goes! ]

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[Good thing for you, your subordinate has excellent reflexes most of the time. He steps forward and reaches out to grab Break by the shoulders before he can hit the ground and pull him upwards. Unless he keeps a hold on his cane, though, it's going down.]

Hey - calm down! Careful -

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[Elsewhere in the house, Reim's keen senses have detected there is Something Afoot. Which actually means he can hear Gilbert shouting, and that typically only involves Break.

He gives it time, or tries to; let someone else babysit the man for a change! Reim deserves an evening off, and- and... Well, he's already gotten up from what he was doing and marched down the hall in search of this scene they're causing, so maybe some other time.

Rounding the corner and finding this scene before him does not exactly abate his bad mood. Break wanders off without a word and returns in the same way, and he finds Gilbert picking him up off the floor? Clearly, something has Happened.

He taps his foot; the very floor is deterred from testing him. Is his disapproval radiating strongly enough??]

Oh, just drop him.

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[ Oh. Oh dear.

It's not so much the fact that he has swung and missed at Gilbert (which is humiliating). Or that Gilbert is presently holding him up (even more humiliating). ]

Mister Reim~! How cruel you are!

[ His cane, alas, has gone clunk clunk clunking to the floor, but he manages to grab onto Gilbert's arms (to avert any of this suggested dropping). He stands, with difficulty. ]

Am I in time for cake, ha ha!

[ Well, at least Sharon hasn't shown up, yet. That's something, right? ]

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[What is this frightening aura, Reim...

Even after he stands, he doesn't let go, but he does step away just a little. Though, at this angle, he can see...something there, under his hair. Something a different shade of white than his hair. He frowns, but refrains from touching Break's hair to get a better look. He doesn't want to get hit, okay.]

So now you want cake...

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[Reim bends and collects Break's cane. He has a lecture prepared; there is a good bit about being irresponsible and another on the various pros and cons of speaking to other people. However!

However, Gilbert's commentary is a distraction. Gilbert's entire existence is ammunition for Break to not listen and spin away giggling before anyone can make their points. With this in mind, Reim turns his glare on Gilbert, to convey no more from the peanut gallery, thank you. If he isn't going to help he has to be quiet, that's the rule.

Aaaand back to Break.]

No cake! No anything, until you explain what you're doing skulking in at this hour.

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Ha! Ha! Ha!

Of course I want cake, are you feeeeeeeeling all right, Gilbert?

[ He would hit you, Gilbert, for not letting go; but in lieu of his cane, your hands are what's holding him up. His neck flops a little, shifting his fringe, revealing a bit more of the bandages. His eye, how it hurts; it's bringing back all sorts of bad memories... ]

Bring some for this sulky fellow, too.

[ A vague, floppy-sleeved gesture towards Reim. ]

No idea why he's in such a temper, but perhaps some sweets will do him good~! ♥

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[SUDDEN THREATENING ATMOSPHERE. RETREAT......!

He doesn't want Break to fall over so he doesn't let go entirely, but he does shut his mouth and take a step away from Break so try and make himself more distant from this conversation, keeping his arm up for Break to hold onto.

Have at him, Reim.]