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The sun's setting over the ocean by the time Joan and Arthur emerge from the bedroom. The drink they had before they adjourned had long since been metabolized or sweated out, and the frost-covered walls of Joan's self-defenses have melted and fallen completely. He's back in his slacks and shirt, because they haven't been to the Compound yet, and she's wearing one of her lighter weight dresses in place of the negligee and silk robe she'd wear at home, but she's still draped over his lap, arm around his shoulders. Both of them have fresh drinks in their hands and they're talking, finally, about the island and Joan's life here.

She smiles, breathing deeply, and brushes his bangs off his forehead. It feels like the first full breath she's taken since she got here. "Emily should be home soon," she says, but Joan's not interested in moving off his lap. "Try not to scandalize her too much?" There hasn't been time to tell him very much of anything, but that's all right. It will do well to break the ice.

Date: 2012-03-29 10:05 am (UTC)
carriesabigstick: (drinking)
From: [personal profile] carriesabigstick
"I won't guarantee anything." Arthur says on soft chuckle as he brings his glass to his lips, his other arm very comfortably settled around his wife's body, holding her in place. "Though I approve of the caveat too much rather than at all." They've danced to the music with their flirting at public functions many times that it would never be a hardship to perform. His thumb idly stroked the material of her dress.

"So tell me about Emily."

Date: 2012-03-31 05:35 pm (UTC)
carriesabigstick: (smiling with Joan)
From: [personal profile] carriesabigstick
If it had been anyone other than Joan, Arthur most definitely would have thought to have them committed or at the very least they were pulling his leg with a very tall tale just to get a reaction. "Not yet." Arthur brought her fingertips to his lips so that he could kiss them. "So your roommate is a time traveling, dinosaur fighting Victorian miss?" His lips curled, "sounds perfect for you."

Not that he believed everything that Joan said. Or rather he didn't believe everything that Emily had likely told Joan but what he said had been the truth. Emily sounded exactly like someone that Joan would like. Or would have been Joan in another life.

Date: 2012-03-31 05:58 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ladyanomaly
"Missus, actually. Lady, properly. Emily, preferentially." Emily paused to take off her sun hat. She hadn't meant to intrude but as nothing particularly untoward appeared to be occuring, she was only minimally apologetic. "You must be Arthur. Joan's told me good thing about you."

She shifted her eyes to her roommate and raised her brows. "I'm sorry for interrupting. I won't stay long. I'd thought I might ask you to dinner in the main kitchen."

Date: 2012-04-01 01:48 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] carriesabigstick
"I second Joan. Please join us for a drink and we can all have dinner afterward. It would give us an opportunity to get to know each other and dinner would prolong the charming company."

Arthur looked between the two women. "What this about a clothes box that has any say in what I wear?" He knew that the days of his specially tailored suits were a thing of the past but he'd be damned if he'd wear a Hawaiian floral shirt and surf shorts.

Date: 2012-04-01 03:52 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ladyanomaly
Emily was currently wearing a clothing box special herself, floral patterned pants that she'd rolled up to the knee and a vivid teal blouse tied at her waist in an attempt to camouflage the fact that it was three sizes too large. Not the most flattering or inconspicuous outfit, but serviceable enough. She smiled at the question.

"There's a lack of proper tailors on the island, I'm afraid. Most people get clothes from a box in the compound which rather seems to have a mind of its own. Or at least terrible taste of its own." Used to delivering nonsensical explanations for absurd circumstances, Emily hardly looked more than amused. "I've found it's best to not expect too much from it."

Date: 2012-04-01 11:40 pm (UTC)
carriesabigstick: (Default)
From: [personal profile] carriesabigstick
He loved his wife, deeply, but Arthur no matter what Joan might say would not believe that four sides of cardboard had any say in what he would or wouldn't wear.

"Auggie's lessons, that I'd like to see." Arthur chuckled wondering how many computers could be on this island. "Well the box can try to give me flowered shirts and board shorts all it wants, but with the exception of Joan, no one is more stubborn than am." It would be the battle of wills and Arthur was not going to lose.

Date: 2012-04-02 05:58 am (UTC)
ladyanomaly: (Watchful)
From: [personal profile] ladyanomaly
Emily exchanged a look with Joan, a bit of pure amusement that came from the female certainty in the face of male arrogance. She poured herself a drink of Joan's scotch and took the open chair in the room. "There are several rather handy tailors on the island. One not need not look like one is dressed from rag bag rejects," was her only commentary on the matter.

"I don't know how quickly I'll be able to find an open hut, so I hope you'll both excuse my presence for another few days." Surely the newly reunited couple would want their own home.

Date: 2012-04-03 11:45 am (UTC)
carriesabigstick: (smiling with Joan)
From: [personal profile] carriesabigstick
Arthur got the silent signal but it was wasted on him as he naturally agreed with Joan and his flash of a dimple in his smile revealed that fact. "We won't take no for an answer. You might have noticed that when Joan sets her mind on something it's usually accomplished. It's a trait we share. As she said if my being here is awkward for you, we certainly understand."

He'd chosen his words carefully with an attempt to sway her into acceptance out of politeness for making him not feel like he was pushing her out of her home.

Date: 2012-04-10 06:25 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ladyanomaly
Emily looked from one smiling American to the next and while she didn't doubt their sincerity, neither was she fooled into thinking she was being anything other than very neatly handled. There was no profit in arguing however, so she lifted her hand, palms up, in a gesture of surrender.

"In my travels, I've lived far closer to people I knew less well and in a great deal less comfort. I'll stay for now and consider my options. Thank you, both." Emily folded her hands again. "Give me a moment to change for dinner, please?"

Date: 2012-04-11 03:02 am (UTC)
carriesabigstick: (sweater)
From: [personal profile] carriesabigstick
Arthur silently amused by Joan's comment about settled and wondered how many times stubborn had met stubborn. Probably quite a lot.

"Of course, as Joan said, take all the time that you need."

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