#odyssey

"I wonder if somebody's supporting him, financially? Like, does he still live with his parents or something?"

"Oh darling, I would love to use material on THAT Joke if he did" A grin and he signs what is put before him

"You don't like him much, huh? Must get awkward when he comes back here after his set, I guess."

"Every Comedian's a bit two faced " He admits "we're the sad clowns, the guys who luagh to keep from crying . A little smiling in the face of a guy you don't like? well, doesn't every 9-5 person have to do that now and then?

"

"Oh, well, I suppose..." She shrugs. DeFunt might suspect this woman has never worked a 9-5 job in her life.

A smile "Nevermind, pretty lady" He looks over " I think Shallimar is done anyway and about to be here. Which means its time for me to hit the john as a way of avoiding him. nice to meet you" he signs another autograph, this one for august, and depearts

sure enough, the set of 'shallimar' seems to be winding down

"Thank you." he murmurs, taking the notepad and pen back.

"Thank you! Lovely meeting you!" And it really was, Coradel thinks.

And yes, Shallimar's double comes back with a satisfied look

"Hi!" Coradel says as he walks into the break room. Beaming Barbie smile.

August stayed closer to the door; perhaps 'Shallimar' walks past him?

He DOES walk past August, but he defiitely sees 'Tabitha'

"Hey there" He oggles her "I was expecting a cup of coffee, would your name be Mocha Lotti?"

August moves in front of the doorway now; anyone other than the three of them in the room?

"No, it's Tabitha!" she bubbles. Then she holds out the notepad and pen. "Can I have your autograph?"

"SURE" and he grins "Maybe I'll sign like the Duchess does... in crayola" a laugh. As she is a sidhe and he can see that, he's open about who he is mocking

Her teeth clench behind her smile for just a beat, but then she laughs. "Oh, ha ha ha, you're awful! Don't they get mad at you for jokes like that?"

"I got a cozy gig with Earthy Runes, me and the Baroness there? Tight" A leer "Anyway, as a jester in stand gooding, " Swaping some words about as a pooka might "what can they do me? I'm not in their swolen head of a freehold"

August moves gently, swinging the door near him shut.

And that's one way out blocked

"Do you really?" She says as August shuts the door...and the smile fades away as she reclaims the pen and paper with his signature.

Oh he signed it Shallimar, not a bad attempt at Shallimar's signature

"Oh yeah, but don't judge the baroness, harsh. Fiona know what they want, and besides, the Duchess is a satyress... AND a Beaumayn. I guess that means she sees them COMING. Ha haha"

Dear lord, ANY noble woman would want to take a sword to the man making jokes about her like that. But a jester job might indeed protect one

"Ah ha ha ha ha!" she laughs without much humor, and then she points at a seat. "SIT." Oh, is that a bit of grandeur? Why yes, it might be.

August locks the door closest to him and eases over to the only other door to close it as well.

The magic overwhelms and he sits, jaw slack as he realizes Tabitha is perhaps, NOT a bimbo

She nods to August as he limits exit routes. "Now. Let us speak about your act...and who is paying you to do it." Oh, those consonants could cut glass.

He swallows, a cold sweat of awe and his mouth opens, perhaps to betray his employer... to free Shalimar of all doubt and...