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[jacksonian]

[ He draws in a sharp breath, like he's been struck. Being called that so directly - it shakes him a bit. He looks down, closing his eyes.

What will I be once I betray you, Countess? ]

I just - don't want him to know.

[keep_nothing]

... All right. That's your choice.

[ But her hand is still outstretched on the table between them. ]

[jacksonian]

[ He looks up at her, and then slowly, tentatively, skittishly, he reaches out and touches her hand. Lightly, on the palm. And his eyes - an identical gray to hers - look up and meet hers. ]

Um...Yeah. Thanks.

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[baetiful]

Greetings, Kane. Have you been well?

[keep_nothing]

[ Her fingers fold over his hand, still warm, still welcoming. ]

Could I get to know you, Peter? Would you allow me to?

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[jacksonian]

[ He almost laughs when he gets this text. This is the worst time. Everything's about to blow up. And getting a friendly text at a moment like this -

Still. He doesn't want to ignore it. Even though everything is probably about to blow up. And how the hell does he answer that question? But in the back of his head, he can't help but think of Petyr Baelish as maybe useful, and so it's against his instincts to not answer. ]

Things are busy. You?

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[baetiful]

[ Petyr Baelish, master of bad timing. Or is it perfect timing? ]

Quite busy as well. [ Though not in the same way! ] If this is a bad time, I can contact you at a later date. I just wished to let you know the opportunity has arisen, and I will be running for ambassador of Maurtia Falls.

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[jacksonian]

[ Oh? Oh. That is interesting. He perks up a little bit, distracted momentarily from impending disaster and doom by the prospect of possibly having a connection with a politician he can buy some interest from. ]

That's convenient. What happened to the ambassador?

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[baetiful]

The porter, it seems. Quite the convenient timing. I will be running against a man named Count Dooku. Are you aware of him?

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[jacksonian]

[ Oh. Huh. He can probably buy Dooku off, too. This is a great opportunity. ]

I am. He invests with me. He's a cautious man. Difficult to defeat.

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[baetiful]

Difficult, but not impossible. I do like things to be a bit of a challenge.

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[jacksonian]

Of course. So how much of an initial investment do you want?

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[baetiful]

Whatever amount constitutes your faith in my leadership.

[ Petyr isn't hurting for money, after all. He can illusion up what he needs. But it's probably best to do things the proper way where he can. Less chance of getting caught. ]

Your support is what matters to me more. Particularly if you could spread the word to any allies of yours. In the end, it will be the votes that matter.

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[jacksonian]

[ His...support? Allies of his? Who could he even tell? He's alone here, on his own. There's no one. Just him and his money. Which is fine. Money is power, far more than acquaintanceships. ]

Well, money can buy votes, can't it? I have some contacts in Maurtia Falls that can probably arrange a ballot-stuffing campaign.

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[baetiful]

[ Wow. He had no idea how truly likeable you were, Peter Kane! ]

Now that is a helpful offer. One I won't outright refuse, but one that may not be necessary -- depending on if I can win over those who may vote for Dooku. The man has accomplished some great feats in this world, no doubt. But I do not view this as something that will deter me. As our campaigns start unfolding, I will have a better understanding of what I need.

For now, what do you believe people would appreciate more? A gift basket of alcohol and chocolate or a personalized bouquet? I intend to make contact with each individual imPort by sending them a gift. Excluding the alcohol for those individuals underage, of course.

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[jacksonian]

[ How...is this even...a question... ]

Chocolate.

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[baetiful]

[ There's probably a ton of imPorts who don't eat, ok! Not to mention dietary needs like veganism. Life is much more difficult than it used to be. ]

How familiar are you with the imPort population? I know we do have some...individuals who are not human. Aliens, animals, the dead, or even machines come to life. It would probably be better to avoid sending chocolate to one who cannot eat. And it would make me appear as though I am tailoring the gift to them individually.

5/30, text

[wizzardly]

Did you make it out all right?

5/30, text

[jacksonian]

[ An hour or so passes before he responds: ]

Yeah. I made it to the safehouse. Lucifer hasn't come yet.

Thanks.

5/30, text

[wizzardly]

Jolly good. I was never approached either.
I just wanted to make sure things worked out for you. I'm glad they did.

[um.]

so keep staying safe and all. Best of luck to you.

[jacksonian]

[ There's a pause. Then: ]

I'm going to try to make my way out west next. Away from all of this and the imPorts. If I make it, you could come and join me.

[wizzardly]

That's

[incredibly kind to offer, suspicious because it's so kind, but also there's no reason for this man to plot against him, not logically, so it - really does have to just be kindness, doesn't it? Rincewind smiles a bit down at his phone.]

not possible right now I'm afraid. But thanks.
I liked New Mexico. You should give it a try if you make it [at all] out that way.

[jacksonian]

That's the desert, right? Lucifer made me lose my taste for the desert.

[jacksonian]

[ Shyly: ]

There's not much to know, lady.

[wizzardly]

Parts of it are. There's a lot of it out that way. But the other parts of it aren't bad to look at.
But what do you mean he made you?