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[inhumandog]

Why...why would you wander about in those hideous clothes? [He pauses for a moment, his breathing a bit heavy as he really doesn't like this type of cold.]

This is utterly ridiculous. What's the point of wandering around a marketplace? [No, Iago  doesn't get that it's pretty. There's a sigh of annoyance and he cuts the transmission off, certain that everyone knows of his disapproval.]

[Spam for Judas- Before the ship docks]
[Early in the morning, after being in the gym for his morning workout, Iago really didn't feel like eating. Or going back to his room. In fact, he really wasn't sure what he wanted to do. He was restless for whatever reason and so made his way to the second floor common room, a place that he had visited often the last season on the Barge. And, quite frankly, he was not surprised to see Judas there.]

Judas... [He hesitated, as if he wanted to say more, but decided against it, moving to sit beside him carefully.]

((ooc: I'm just assuming that Iago at least got off the ship with the Marquis. Everything else is going to be left somewhat vague.))

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Not just any marketplace, my treasure. A Weinachtenmarkt. There were such things even when I was alive, though I never had the chance to visit one myself -- even when I was free tradition had me often close to home at this time of year. I myself am eager to see what a few centuries does to improve such things.

Now, bundle up. Renate is eager for her first outing.

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

Fine. But I'm not wearing...whatever these garments are. I will tolerate the coat and gloves, but the rest will not be worn. [Yes, he's determined to be grumpy.]

You are bringing Renate?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Of course I'm bringing her. I think she'll enjoy the festivities and the exercise as much as anyone, and she can't be kept cooped up on that ship forever, just as we cannot.

I'm not wearing my sweater either, as I already have clothing suitable for the cold and they don't suffer from poor color coordination.

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

I don't know why he bothers. But fine. I will be ready in ten minutes.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Who bothers?

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

The Admiral. Who else?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Some people enjoy the tradition. Others come well before that, such as you and I.

Now, ten minutes, and if we are going to celebrate this season at all, then we must do it the proper, bachelor way: Wine (or beer, given the locale), women, and song.

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

Fine, fine. I suppose I can welcome that.

It's been a while since I've allowed it.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Iago, you're a young man and you've a new lot in life. You must take time to enjoy the finer things.

And by finer things I mean heady drinks and women in tight dresses. Now hurry up.

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

Stop rushing me. And I have no love for women in tight clothing, Marquis. I would think you would know this.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Nonsense, my treasure; you just haven't taken a proper tour of them with an expert.

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

...you realize that is vaguely awkward?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Awkward in what way?

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

You're my warden, Marquis. Almost like family.

It is...strange.

He's mildly touched :3

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I'm your Warden, yes, and there is nothing in the bylaws stating that I cannot encourage you to have a little healthy fun.

It is my duty to look after you, Iago. You have absolutely nothing to fear from me, but that doesn't make me any less of a man, and man craves reverie.

He should be!

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

I'm not afraid of you, Marquis. And I trust you. But...Well, alright. I already said I would.

I'm on my way up.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Splendid!