YarnKittymon: : ::sometime that afternoon, Libby
and Jack arrive back in Marquis; Libby steps out of the cart,
looking utterly exhausted, holding her baby Milo close::
Quantum Catz: JK: ::rests a hand on Libby's back and smiles at her as he gets out:: You're definitely getting some sleep once we get home
Maeve Owens: ML: ::he's been fussy, but he must sense his mother's need for rest, for he's rather quiet right now. He's working on chewing his thumb off while his little round eyes take in everything he can see::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles weakly at her husband; softly:: I have to check on the shop first...::though the thought of walking another block seems to overwhelm her::
Quantum Catz: JK: I can do that if you want ::smirks slightly:: I don't see any smoke coming from that direction, so it's probably fine anyway
YarnKittymon: LB: I'm sure it's fine. ::sighs; softly:: Yeah, maybe you'd best check...
Quantum Catz: JK: I'll walk you back to the house first, then i'll go
YarnKittymon: LB: ::slowly heads back towards home::
Maeve Owens: MV: ::she's heading from the shop, carrying a small bag with her when she spots Libby. She almost goes over, but seeing her friend's exhausted appearance she decides against it. She moves further along before she turns abruptly and marches towards Libby. She could confide in people, trust them not to break, rely on them, whatever you want to call it. Really... she could::
Quantum Catz: ((aw...))
Quantum Catz: JK: ::notices maeve and smiles a bit:: Speak of the devil ::although he'd quite like to get libby home and into bed already::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::is rather startled to see Maeve approaching, but she smiles:: Maeve! ::looks down at Milo::
Maeve Owens: MV: Hey! ::she smiles warmly at them, then peers down at the baby in her arms:: Gee Jack, I didn't know you were capable of producing anything so adorable.
Quantum Catz: JK: ::smirks at Maeve:: Sometimes miracles happen i guess
YarnKittymon: LB: ::looks down at Milo adoringly, only finally turning her attention back to her friend:: This is Milo...
Maeve Owens: MV: ::her eyes widen, and she nods; quietly:: That's a nice name. I'm sure your father would be touched.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles:: How are you doing?
Maeve Owens: MV: ::smiles warmly at her friend:: I'm fine, but I can see you're exhausted so I wont keep you. He really is darling Libby, and don't worry about the shoppe... it's been doing pretty good.
YarnKittymon: LB: I don't know how to thank you, Maeve, really...
Maeve Owens: MV: Yeah you do... by going home and getting some rest. ::grins:: I'll talk with you later.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::is too tired to really protest; softly:: All right...I'll see you later.
Maeve Owens: MV: ::quietly:: Bye.
Maeve Owens: ML: ::makes one small cry, wiggling his little body::
Quantum Catz: JK: ::rests his hand on Libby's back to guide her to their house; smirks:: For once she's talking sense, you need sleep
Maeve Owens: MV: ::calls over her shoulder:: Hey! I heard that!
YarnKittymon: LB: ::laughs, looking back:: Take care, Maeve!
Maeve Owens: MV: ::she smiles, and waves::
Quantum Catz: JK: ::chuckles:: See you, Maeve
YarnKittymon: LB: ::lets Jack take her to their bedroom; she gently sets Milo down into his bassinet, tucking the blankets over him, and then collapses into bed, not even taking her shoes off::
Quantum Catz: JK: ::sits down on the edge of the bed and takes her shoes off for her, stifling a yawn himself::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::is already breathing deeply, not quite snoring, but sound asleep::
YarnKittymon: : ::there's a knock on the front door::
Quantum Catz: JK: ::gets up and moves to the front door as quietly as possible; opens it up::
YarnKittymon: MR: ::the mayor is at the door, looking tired, himself, and he bows his head to Jack:: I'm sorry to disturb you; I know you just got in.
Quantum Catz: JK: ::quietly:: Libby's asleep already - what is it?
YarnKittymon: MR: ::quietly:: We need your services, Jack, in protecting the queen of Yarnia on her visit to Marquis. She gets in Sunday, but there's already been threats made, and I'd like you to accompany her as soon as possible. Just name your price.
Quantum Catz: JK: ::shakes his head, rubbing his eyes:: My wife's just had a baby and you want me to go off and do guard duty?
YarnKittymon: MR: The man likely has a gun and explosives, and is just loose in the forest. Nothing we can do can guard against *that.* You know I wouldn't be asking if it weren't of the utmost importance.
Quantum Catz: JK: A gun wouldn't work anyway, would it?
YarnKittymon: MR: I believe guns don't work properly because the gunpowder's unpredictable here. Yet this man managed to set up a bomb that worked well enough, when a mere trip-wire was tripped.
Quantum Catz: JK: ::sighs:: Great. D'you know this guy? If he sees me will he know why i'm there?
YarnKittymon: MR: ::quietly:: He's an anarchist, and he's going by the name Lucas. I don't know much more. And...if he thinks you're part of the royal party, he wouldn't suspect you.
Quantum Catz: JK: ::a bit suspicious at the mayor's hesitation:: The royal party?
YarnKittymon: MR: ::quietly:: You know, like a courtier or something.
Quantum Catz: JK: I looking like he's enjoying this less and less:: You're kidding, right?
YarnKittymon: MR: ::looks up at Jack, sighing:: Name your price, Jack.
Quantum Catz: JK: ::looks at the mayor for a moment, as if eyeing him up, then says:: No price, but when i need a favour as big as this, you'll owe me for it
YarnKittymon: MR: ::frowns, but nods, holding out his hand:: It's a deal.
Quantum Catz: JK: ::reaches out and shakes the mayor's hand:: You want me right away, or can i leave Libby to sleep for a bit?
YarnKittymon: MR: ::frowns:: You can leave her sleep for an hour, but we haven't that much time.
Quantum Catz: JK: ::nods:: You wanna go round 'n see if Becky's home? I'd rather someone was with Libby while i'm gone
YarnKittymon: MR: ::nods:: Sure thing. ::pauses, smiling weakly:: I'm sorry; I forgot. Congratulations. A boy, I heard?
Quantum Catz: JK: ::smiles weakly:: Yeah, Milo after her dad
YarnKittymon: MR: ::smiles:: That's sweet. I'll go try to find Becky.
Quantum Catz: JK: Thanks, i'll see you in an hour then ::turns away and heads back to the bedroom; looks over at libby to make sure she's still sleeping then looks down at the baby; murmurs:: Guess i ain't stickin' round as long as i thought i'd be - ye'd better behave yerself with that power of yours, though i guess it wouldn't do becky much harm ::sighs, a flash of irritation crossing his face at the thought of protecting this queen of theirs::
Maeve Owens: ML: ::he's resting along with his mother, completely warn out from their trip::
YarnKittymon: MR: ::walks quickly to Becky and Toby's house, knocking on the door::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::answers the door:: Hi
YarnKittymon: MR: ::arranges his tie; quietly:: Jack and Libby are back in town...Jack asked me to come by and ask you to come watch Libby and the baby for a while. Jack has some other business.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::repeats:: Other business?
YarnKittymon: MR: He's doing a little guard work for us. He should be back home by Monday.
Quantum Catz: BM: Does he want me to go over now?
YarnKittymon: MR: Or soon...he's leaving in about an hour.
Quantum Catz: BM: Okay, thanks ::goes back into the house to get her coat::
Quantum Catz: BM: That's okay ::leaves the mayor to go see toby first and then heads over to Libby's house. Jack tells her where he's going, mainly because he wants someone to be irritated about it to other than the sleeping baby: then when the hour's nearly up he goes to wake libby to let her know where he's going, since he doesn't think she'd appreciate waking up to find him gone till monday::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::yawns deeply as she wakes, but she's alert enough to understand what Jack's explaining; softly:: Are you sure it's a good idea?
Quantum Catz: JK: Well the guy can't get me with guns and explosives and besides, it's always good t'have someone like the mayor owe y'a favour or two
YarnKittymon: LB: ::takes Jack's hand; softly:: All right... I'll see you when you get back.
Quantum Catz: JK: 'S just for the weekend and Becky's here if you need anything - i'll see you soon
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles weakly at him:: All right...take care.
Quantum Catz: JK: ::leans down to kiss her and then gets up, pausing to smile down at Milo for a moment before leaving::
Maeve Owens: ML: ::stretches some as his thumb makes its way back into his mouth::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::watches Jack leave, and then sinks back down into her pillow, sighing::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::smiles weakly at Libby when Jack leaves:: Well, i'm here as your willing servant - anything you need?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles back at Becky; softly:: Just some rest, but I know Milo will interrupt me soon enough, wanting fed or changed.
Quantum Catz: BM: Well i can't do the feeding but i'm pretty sure Auntie Becky can cope with changing so you can get some more rest
YarnKittymon: LB: ::softly, closing her eyes:: Thank you, Becky...
YarnKittymon: : ::there's a small guard station in the middle of Marquis, and it's fairly bustling with activity, and quite a bit of laughter, as there's about half-a-dozen courtier outfits going around::
Quantum Catz: JK: ::sees the courtier outfits and feels even more unhappy about doing this::
Maeve Owens: MV: ::she's standing next to Harry, wearing a very amused expression, and poking fun at him since he'll be wearing one too::
YarnKittymon: HR: ::smirks when he sees Jack come in, happy to have someone else to mock:: You're going to look right fetching, mate.
Quantum Catz: JK: ::smiles icily at Harry; only half-joking:: I might not be able to knock Maeve's lights out, but your nose'll just be beggin' t'be broken if you keep that up
YarnKittymon: HR: Well, at least you'll be with a *real* queen.
Maeve Owens: MV: ::she smirks:: Oh right, like you'd stand a chance next to royalty. She'd eat you for breakfast.
Quantum Catz: JK: ::rolls his eyes:: As long as she's not a pain in the ass like the two of you, i couldn't care less about her
Maeve Owens: MV: Well, you know what they say? A *royal* pain in the... yeah... she probably fits that expression just nicely. ::smiles:: Good luck Jack.
YarnKittymon: : ::one of the head guards clears his throat to silence the room:: All right; let's get started. Secret agents, get changed. The rest of you, hold steady.
YarnKittymon: HR: ::smirks at Maeve:: Your cue to exit. ::motions to a small office where she can likely get into her own costume::
Maeve Owens: MV: ::smiles sweetly and disappears behind into the office::
Quantum Catz: JK: ::still isn't happy about the outfit and stares daggers at anyone who even looks like they're smiling in his direction::
YarnKittymon: : ::the courtier costumes are calf-length tunics in bright red, with capes and sometimes a bit of jewelery, and tight pants under all::
YarnKittymon: HR: ::slips into his, looking rather ridiculous, though he's a slimmer build than Jack, and probably doesn't look nearly as bad in it as the smuggler does::
Quantum Catz: JK: ::stands with his arms folded once he's changed, as if daring anyone to say a word to him::
Maeve Owens: MV: ::quite a bit of banging is going on in the other little room as Maeve fights with the heavy skirts, and from what they hear, it might be a losing battle::
YarnKittymon: HR: ::has already has his fun, and isn't stupid enough to say a word about Jack, or any of the other men, either; a couple of the others get teased, including Harry, but not Jack; looks up when he hears the noises from the other room:: Maeve, you need help with your corset?
YarnKittymon: : ::a few of the guards snicker at that::
Maeve Owens: MV: Harry! I can make your life miserable for the next 48 hours... dont tempt me!
YarnKittymon: HR: I didn't...::shakes his head:: Want me to go find a girl to help?
YarnKittymon: : ::the head guard frowns:: Nothing doing; you can't go wandering about town like that.
Maeve Owens: MV: No! ::her voice rather strained:: I can..do it... myself!
YarnKittymon: HR: ::knows how stubborn Maeve is, and just waits outside the door::
Maeve Owens: MV: ::ten minutes later she finally emerges. Her chin is raised, and someone might have second thoughts about saying one word about her delay::
YarnKittymon: : ::Maeve is rather stunning in her dress, which is nicer than anyone's worn in Marquis in a long, long time, rather like a princess's. There's a gaudy crown on Maeve's head, and none of the men know well enough to notice that
YarnKittymon: Maeve's hair isn't done in the fancy style befitting a queen::
Quantum Catz: JK: ::smirks:: If only Isaac could see you now
YarnKittymon: HR: ::nearly whistles::
Maeve Owens: MV: ::she winces;sadly:: Yeah...
YarnKittymon: HR: ::laughs and murmurs:: I could get one of the fellas to bring him by right now.
Maeve Owens: MV: ::shakes her head:: It wouldn't... I mean, it's not going to... ::she sighs::
YarnKittymon: : ::the head guard distributes long hooded capes to hide their gaudy clothes:: We just want to look like commoners until we meet up with Her Majesty.
Maeve Owens: MV: ::mutters: Wouldnt it have been easier to change later? ::she shifts, trying to find a comfortable way to stand so she can breathe::
YarnKittymon: : We don't have a place to keep the clothes, and we might be seen. ::smirks:: And did you *really* want to change clothes in the middle of the forest with a dozen men about?
Maeve Owens: MV: ::she glares at him, and very nearly says yes, since her breathing is in danger of being cut off::
YarnKittymon: HR: ::sees how flushed Maeve is turning, but puts his cloak on:: Let's get going, then!
Quantum Catz: JK: ::rolls his eyes:: And get this over with
Maeve Owens: MV: ::chuckles, then slaps a hand over her mouth, ducking her head as she moves past Jack::
YarnKittymon: HR: ::gently takes Maeve's hand as the men start filing out; softly:: Hold up a second.
Maeve Owens: MV: ::she stops, looking at him in suprise:: What?
YarnKittymon: HR: ::once the men are mostly gone; softly:: Your corset's too tight, isn't it?
Maeve Owens: MV: ::she blushes, wondering how he could possibly know that:: I think it's suppose to be this way... why?
YarnKittymon: HR: ::gets behind Maeve and pushes her cloak aside, wordlessly working to loosen it::
Maeve Owens: MV: ::she bites her lip, then glances over her shoulder; quietly:: Thanks.
YarnKittymon: HR: ::finishes:: It's still plenty tight, don't worry. But there's no sense in you passing out, is there? ::smirks::
Maeve Owens: MV: ::smiles weakly:: Yeah, I can breathe a little easier... still not completely comfortable though.
YarnKittymon: HR: ::still smirking:: I'm sure we could find one of the younger men to wear it instead if you're afraid.
Maeve Owens: MV: ::her smiles fades, and her chin comes up again:: I am not afraid and as much as I'd like to see a man try and last one minute in this thing... I'm perfectly capable of going through with this. ::turns to march out::
YarnKittymon: HR: ::laughs and follows her::
YarnKittymon: : ::there's two carts, which the courtiers and Maeve are expected to pile into, to be escorted by another half-dozen uniformed guards::
Maeve Owens: MV: ::walks over to the one she's appointed to, and starts to pull herself up, which is going to be rather impossible for her in this getup::
YarnKittymon: : ::one of the "courtiers" already inside holds his hand down to her, and Harry offers his hands as a stirrup if she needs it::
Quantum Catz: : ::if Maeve's paying any attention at all to the sounds around her she might think she hears some kind of animal snickering from nearby as she tries to climb up::
Maeve Owens: MV: ::between trying to breathe, and making herself take the offered help, she misses the snickering bird.::
YarnKittymon: HR: ::climbs up once Maeve is safely inside, smiling as he takes his sword:: This is almost worth it already.
Maeve Owens: MV: ::she raises an eyebrow at him, then glances over his outfit:: Enjoy wearing tights Harry?
YarnKittymon: HR: ::without missing a beat:: Enjoy dressing like a lady for once?
Maeve Owens: MV: ::smirks:: What do you mean "for oncce?" And that's about as close to noble as I've ever seen you.
Quantum Catz: JK: ::is quiet, wondering if libby and the baby are going to be okay - he knows it's only for a couple of days but he's feeling rather overprotective at the moment::
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