[october event - closed-ish]

[etiquette]

Who: harry hart (etiquette) & various
What: catch-all for the event!
When: first couple days after the explosion & announcement
Where: also various - institute and around town chasing questionable leads basically
Warning(s): mild violence in like one or two threads maybe



[NOTE: these are closed starters but if anyone is interested in doing something please feel free to hit me up over at obscurial or by pm and i'd be happy to toss something up! harry is under option #1 for the event and will be trying to pick up various leads and track down shady associates.]

Comments

[tailorable]

Dunno. [ he pulls a face, the sort of exaggerated frown he puts on when he's being particularly cynical and cheeky. ] But it ain't like the Empress gives a shit about hysteria, when she hasn't even given a speech yet. Good ol' Liz would be all over this by now.

[ queen elizabeth, he means, of ye olde, long-destroyed england. eggsy isn't a monarchist in the slightest, but the royal family had solid pr. when harry questions his other contacts, he shrugs. ]

Cassie would've known if Alan had special insight. I haven't asked the Madam yet.

[ is it still funny that her preferred address is madam? absolutely, although he's taking it easy after their will they won't they vibes made him a first-round draft pick for test subject booty calls (instead of, y'know, sexy ones) — not that he intends to mention his recent drug test to harry. call it the icing on his cake of lies or simply file it under things harry doesn't need to worry about, a few spots below dying. brushing all that aside, his eyes brighten with interest. ]

Though I think I know where to find another one of the M cohort, so maybe we could take a direct approach.

[ and ask a primary source. ]

[etiquette]

[harry sighs wistfully, thinking back to london which he misses very much in this moment. he may not have always agreed with the antiquated attitudes of the monarchy, but they were very good at playing the game of the people's favour. there's a reason they were adored and watched with anticipation worldwide. he loves his country, he's just not a fanatic about it.] Quite right. Which might imply she's running scared or absolutely has something to hide, in that case.

[he taps his chin thoughtfully, trying to mull it over. there's too many whisperings and not enough facts, and he knows they'll absolutely need to do some of their own footwork if they hope to stay abreast of the situation. he's got a promising lead of his own which he intends to pursue in the next evening or two, but for now:]

I can check in with the Madame. Been meaning to anyhow and I'll let you know what she thinks. She's a clever one--I'd trust her observations if there's anything amiss.

[he can't say much else considering how much eggsy's keeping him in the dark about his new side gig as a lab rat, and his own death. but he's got no reason to suspect anything is being kept from him at all, so he sits up and folds his hands, leaning in conspiratorially.]

Do you now.

Well done, Eggsy.

[his eyes are a mixture of hard but warm behind his glasses--focused completely on the matter at hand, but allowing some of that support and pride at his protégé leak through.]

Where are we headed, then?

[tailorable]

Good shout.

[ checking with the madam, that is. ros' cleverness is undeniable, despite how complex her relationship with eggsy has become.

he notes the pride and warmth in harry's eyes — it's an expression that's becoming more familiar to him, the longer they stay together. just as easily, he beams back at harry, though there's an edge to his expression (with his sharp and focused eyes). he knows this is a dangerous proposition. ]

Theatre District. Really hoping to catch someone at the stage door, if ya get me?

[ very funny. ]

[etiquette]

[harry splits into a grin. he's got his own lead to follow down at the local pub, which he'll pursue on his own since he doesn't know the level of danger just yet and he wants to figure that out before involving eggsy, but in the meantime, this was all thanks to eggsy's good follow-up and immersion among all the new refugees.]

I am overly fond of the theater, after all.

[not a lie, but apt for the situation. before he can ask about the details like the when and where, he purses his lips like he's not sure he should say what he wants to. but eventually he finds it silly to hold back, so he says it anyway in a casual tone that glosses over the layers of regret attached to all of it.]

It had been my intention to take you sometime, you know. Back in London. Good theater, opera--all as fine examples for the hobbies a gentleman may enjoy, of course.

[or just something friends do, maybe.]

Something tells me this show is going to end with a bit of a bang, on the other hand.

[if eggsy groans, harry would have no one to blame but himself.]

[tailorable]

Yeah? [ unintentionally, the word ticks up at the end, questioning. the arts in london are yet another part of harry's world — like kingsman, the tailor shop, and his very home — that he would choose to share with eggsy. and then there's the phrasing of it all, as if going to theatre together would be a lesson. it's the same as when harry mentioned dinner, dressing it up like it would be a learning experience for eggsy.

maybe it would be enlightening, but it'd probably also just be enjoyable. the line between mentor and friend has certainly blurred considerably over the past few months. his mouth twists, curving into something privately satisfied with his own conclusions about their relationship, though he doesn't voice them.

and then the joke makes him groan. jesus, harry. ]

We could still go another time. [ he's just sayin'. casually. nbd. ] Y'know, when we ain't there just for the — [ wait for it 'cause he's about to hate himself. ] — drama.

[ zing. ]