Spies vs. House Party (Closed)

[notathreat]

WHO: Yseult, Ellie
WHAT: Yseult takes Ellie on what should be a fairly low-risk mission to infiltrate a house party. There are minor complications.
WHEN: Mid-Justinian
WHERE: Hossberg
NOTES: May contain sexuality talk and vague references to sexual violence. Spiritual successor to the Minrathous Debrief.

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[hassaran]

Yseult considers her hands a moment. She doesn't often have to discuss methodology or even think much about it, the lessons she was taught long converted to instinct.

"Learn how to deflect, and how to make yourself unattractive in ways that seem unintentional. Reading a man and giving him what he doesn't want so he chooses to withdraw. How to use sleeping draughts. If I'd been better prepared here I'd have drugged the brandy and he would have awoken in an hour disheveled and cursing himself for drinking so much he couldn't remember us."

[notathreat]

Ellie sinks into her seat, wrinkling her skirts deplorably before she puts out a hand to smooth them.

"When we get out of here, definitely show me how to make sleeping draughts," she says with a glimmer of a smile.

"And how to put somebody off, actually. I broke a guy's finger once and it only made him worse."

[hassaran]

Yseult exhales a soft snort of amusement at this. "Has a man ever expressed an interest without it ending in violence?

[notathreat]

Ellie thinks... and then thinks still more. Because it's hard to say, which sounds really stupid when she stacks it up like this.

"The world I was in before this, yeah." Not her world, pointedly. It's in her file, that this isn't the first time she's fallen through to a different reality. It's the one she picked up her bit of divinity in.

"I worked as security for a bar called the Mermaid for a few months. Those were easy enough to handle. I'd just tell them I was working, and if they didn't believe me, I'd show them. But I don't think the same tactics are gonna work here."

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk i was just thinking about it but np if it's too dead

[hassaran]

Demonstrating that she was working security still sounds like violence, Ellie! The hint of bemusement remains. But "no, not often."

Yseult unlaces fingers to smooth a hand over a knee, fabric drawn taut and then released, potential future wrinkle eliminated. She may be about to beat a dead horse but they've got time to kill, too, and it's important.

"Often, the most effective method of navigating these situations is to feign interest. Say no and a man may fight to change that, but most will become complacent if they believe they've won you. And it isn't difficult to convince them, because they want it to be true. Being able to string their hopes along until you get what you need from a situation is invaluable. Like that man tonight; he'll unwittingly help conceal what we've done here because he believes I want to see him again."

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[notathreat]

Ellie's quiet, thinking it over, and unconsciously straightens her delicate skirts the way Yseult does, finding the ways to tug the fabric so it falls but straight and attractively. While she doesn't manage the effortless movement, the end effect is nice.

"... I've done that part. Long enough to get into stabbing range, anyway. It's just a matter of doing it for longer."