Closed phone call: Ilsa, Egon, Nall, Luka (if she's interested)

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Ilsa told me about this "Halloween" thing, and I'm just... I mean... it's awesome! [He's all giddy, in need of some fun.]  I was thinking we could get together, plan out costumes, and I could design.  But I need some help -- there are supposed to be devices for sewing, and there must be sources for fabrics and makeup, and I'll need some shop assistants, if we're going to really put on a show.

So -- I've cleared out space in the garage, and we can work there and set up a shop.  Come on over!  Bring food: all I've got is Mayfield standard, here....

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[ooeeooahah]

All right then... what about you? Is this going to leave you enough time for your costume?

[ Not going to leave him out of the fun, after all. ]

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[It dawns on him he hasn't planned even one for himself. He'd planned for Ilsa, and for some of his other Mayfield friends, if they were interested. But not for himself.]

[Covers the poleaxed feeling by flirting...]

Hmmmm. What would you like? Another tiger, to keep you company? A lion? A pirate?

[He actually does wonder what she would like. He's been so caught in Mayfield, between who he was, and who Mayfield forces him to be... what roles might he play, to amuse her? To amuse himself?]

[For a brief second images himself as a wild highwayman, in a caped coat, hair loose in the wind. Tries not to giggle at the Fabio image...]

[ooeeooahah]

[ She gets that jolt of surprise from him and figures he hadn't thought of something for himself. ]

Hmm... lions and tigers and bears? No, bears belong on the highway, by the reports I have. Tell me...

[ She leans in close, murmuring in his ear. ]

Is there something you want to be? Something... wild?

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[Oh, that one caught. The phrasing reminds him of what EVERY up and coming Madboy at least dreams of a little: The One True Gentleman Adventurer. In Tarvek's mind it is a blend of movie images supplied by Mayfield: Three parts Indiana Jones, a healthy dose of Sean Connery in a greatcoat, and, from his own world, a bittersweet memory of Klaus Wulfenbach in his prime, striding down the corridors of Castle Wulfenbach....]

[The look needs a really GREAT greatcoat. And a death ray, yes. And a hat... and...]

[His eyes start to lose focus, as design cuts in. He forces himself back.]

Um. Maaaaaybe. You want to be careful though, liebchen. It's just the sort of man who might go on a tiger hunt.

[ooeeooahah]

Rrrrrealllllly?

[ No, that wasn't a purr at all. ]

[ Yes, it was. ]

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Rrrreeeeeaally.

[He's normally a baritone, and one whose voice is still descending. Right now it descends, and he rumbles like a suggestive bass note on an organ. It's a purr in its own right.]

[He isn't as new at this as he used to be...]