#elsewhere

Adam drops into the seat, acclimates himself to the machine quickly, and starts searching.

It takes some time but he gets a list.. Jefferson is the state capitol. and so it's larger than it might be if it didnt' have that business on top of things

A comment from behind him, unexpected as he is buried in his searches. "Aren't there any sites with nicer pictures? I'm partial to redheads, myself..." Voice more rich than deep, but with a rumble of a purr.

Adam looks around with some surprise to see who this is.

The tall man is in a loose crouch, comfortably resting elbows on his knees to bring him more-or-less down to the same level at the seated teen. His riotous mane is tied loosely back in a tail, and amber eyes crinkle when he gives him an easy smile. "Sir Bachdion, I see you've shaved your legs."

"You're.... Vince, right? Not-a-count?"

"I've been described before as "no account", so that's close enough. Completely unfair, but some folk can't be reasoned with." Grin. "And you're Adam of Rivervale, Lindnorm-slayer and Fiona-to-be? Ah, not nearly so lovely as the last Fiona of Rivervale, but you have your own qualities, to be sure. I don't suppose you also have a Ship?"

"Uh, no. I was looking up apartment complexes for Sir Bachdion...."

"Oh? I didn't know he was planning on moving. An entire complex - I wonder how many ladies he will keep in style on each floor?"

Adam grins. "As many as he can handle? All of them?"

"Well, if he gets his hands FULL I'm always ready with a set to lend." Hands outstretched to show his willingness. "Anything you need a hand with, at hand? It's dreadfully dull here without any visitors to play with." A sigh. "I didn't even get to ROAR at the last one. He had to go and behave himself. I DO so like chasing out the raff and riff."

His tail swishes like a cat that is looking to pounce on a mouse or bird.

"Uh.... Sir Bachdion said we had to wait and talk to Dame Temerity. She's resting."

"Resting?" His brows rise. "Sir Mighty Mouse, a beast recumbent? I dare say she is more likely to set others to rest in peace, nary herself."

"She had a run in with some bad people. Banal? Sir and I are going to fix them, though. "

"You're a pooka too, right?"

A hint of a rumble in his throat, a disapproving sound. But not directed at Adam himself. "Aye, from the tip of my ears to the tuft of my tail. Shall I fix them with my teeth, or my claws? I would hate to ruin my manicure..." Admiring his hands for a moment. "But then, I DO find Autumn Spice to be most distasteful."

"What.... can I ask what kind of animal you.... I mean, uh, what your affiliation is?"

"I mean.... you don't seem like a mouse."

He looks practically affronted. "Can you not see my regal magnificence?" His whiskers flick, hands raise up to loose his hair from the tie and it tumbles forward into a mane. A glimpse of rounded furry ears buried within, and he takes hold of his tail - oh, there's a silk ribbon tied around it just before the tuft - and shakes it towards Adam. "My Sphynxish riddle sense allows you guesses three, ere the king of the jungle devours thee."

"Lion?" The boy's face breaks into an awesome smile. "Sick!!"

"So, like, what do you do here?" He turns to face Vince fully, interested.

"I thought you'd remember, me, from the Pooka-Play-Pen. Perhaps next time I'll tag you with a claw to mark you as my own, mmm?" A purr at him,

"Who, me? Whatever does a cat do anywhere? Whatever it is that pleases me!" Friendly laughter!

Adam laughs too. "Ok, good point."

"Is there something else the pooka play pen might be called?"

He taps his chin thoughtfully. "What with the ropes and ladders, the platforms and the rigging?" Describing the obstacle course where Adam narrowly avoided stepping on a Lion. "Couldn't rightly say. I'm fair certain there's a sign."

"That was you!! Of course! Man, that was awesome. Thanks!"

"Next time, no more velvet patty-paws! Fast like a monkey up the riggings is the way to go, like my dear Captain. Oh, how my heart PINES. I'm so blue, what can I do..." An arm draped over his forehead, dramatic. "I shall waste away." He states, decided "Let the Librarian know I am to be stuffed and mounted in her doorway."

"I mean, what are the odds there would be two lions..." a bit sheepishly.

"Captain... you mean Siv? I met the Librarian..."

"The Captain of the Liontail, Sea-Lion, she steers the waves of my stormy heart - alas, that she was stolen back away to homefires far. I was yae close to winning her hand, I had already met and sought the approval of her parents," A sigh of Longing. "That man of many faces stole her away."

"Uh. She has a boyfriend, I know that."

"A travesty."

"Hey, sorry if you are really on to her. I know how that is. Not her, but others."

"It's my burden." A smile and he rests a hand on his heart. "The Lion is the symbol of Fiona, and as such, my heart is overwhelmed by pure, unadulterated love. If I were to keep it all to myself, why, I'd be a miser worse than Scrooge himself. Rather, like Midas, I spread love with every touch, but like Midas, the true wealth escapes me. Little birds light upon my heart and then take wing." A sigh, but not sad, and he smiles once more.

"Wow. That's like.... poetry."

"You think so? Ah, finally! I shall pen my words and win the love of the Librarian at last!"

"The -Librarian- ??"

"Ah, yes. Her of the slender hands and gentle touch, a whisper like the brush of pages against one another. She is lovely and holds my heart."

"I guess I can see that...." thoughtful evaluation "I bet my man Symon would be into her. He's sluagh too, though."

"I like your scope though!

"And what are you into, Adam, my dear?" Curiosity evident in the cat.

"What, or who?"with a rougish grin.

"Who, what, where, when, why... and for how long?" He returns the grin!

Adam laughs. "I've been out with Alanza. Stevi helped me with some court lessons, she seems really nice. I'd like to talk to her more. Some of the ladies here....." a deep sigh "... man.... and, for as long as I can!"

A sage nod. "Therein lies the rub - to press onward for as long as one can, hold out, hold strong, embrace tightly and know when to let go... ah, it makes me miss my dearest loves... fierce as the sunrise, tender as the moon."

"There were some girls back in Jersey, too... oh, and a really nice boggan girl here." He thinks. "Charity, that was her name. Memorable." He blinks. "Man, you have -scope-! You have others?"

His lips curl upward, Cheshire Cat-style. "A lady never kisses and tells." He swears with an air of piety.

"Uhhhh...." then he seems to remember pooka "Oh, yeah."He pauses to think "I wouldn't mind getting to know Betty better, but she's pretty warpped up in all her work." clearly mystified by this. "Oh. There's Nab." the word is fond, gentle, caring. "I'm into her, too."

"Nab?" He queries. "A new lady on MY grounds, whom I know nought of? You must introduce me."