12399/What To Do For Lunch

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What To Do For Lunch
Date of Scene: 11 August 2022
Location: Seaside Victorian House
Synopsis: Jason visits Morrigan for lunch as promised and there are some revealing talks. No one is punched!
Cast of Characters: Morrigan MacIntyre, Jason Blood




Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
There was one oversight with Morrigan's lunch invitation. In the real world she was still blurry in the sight division and well, that left her cooking off the table. She'd made the decision to order Thai at the last moment and she was frazzled over things to say the least. She really needed her sight to come back fully or she was going to scream. Morrigan meltdowns tended to be unfun given the amount of things she just kept pent up.

She'd left the front door open, but the screen door was closed, so it was easier to deal with getting the delivery and if Jason had wanted to sneak in at some point he could. Or he could dramatically appear in the kitchen where she was currently going about with her day. It's the most lived in room in the old victorian, which given work Morrigan put into it this isn't surprising.

Occam, the overly large, obsidian colored, Maine Coon has assumed his lazing on the kitchen island and is watching the woman. Thankfully he didn't talk or he'd have some things to say about how she was dressed in jeans and a dress shirt that is too big on her frame. Her hair is pulled back from her face so that none of it interacts with the food. She hums softly as she works on getting plates and silverware out as she awaits the arrival of her guest.

Jason Blood has posed:
Having already once invaded Morrigan's space, Jason decides to be a bit more polite and proper this time. He knocks quietly on the screen door and calls through. "Morrigan?"

He had not slept since returning from her dream. Which was not necessarily a problem for the immortal, physically. He was angry at himself for having taken that step, for having been tricked by Etrigan. After all these years, he should have known that the Demon meant mischief. But all of that being said - the air had been cleared, and while he could have done it over lunch, what is done and was done. And as much as Etrigan had no sense of timing, Jason at least felt some calm in the notion that maybe things might work out. If he did not find a way to ruin them. Again.

He had made one stop along the way, picking up some flowers for her. Was that the appropriate thing? Were they apology flowers? Maybe. This really was not his strong suit. Less so Etrigan's.

But the two had made a deal before he came over. Etrigan would be silent and let Jason focus on his conversation with Morrigan. Jason would let Etrigan out in the alleyways of Gotham later tonight. Perhaps a deal that works well for everyone.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
When there's a new voice, or well, a new voice to Occam the cat decides to investigate. He hops down from the island in the kitchen and heads down the hall towards the front door. At least it was a straight shot, "Occam please don't attack Jason." she calls out to the maine coon. There's a trill from the cat as he sits down in the hallway and stares at the man there.

"You can come in. Just a straight shot down the hallway, if the Warden will let you through." she chuckles to that. "I ordered Thai, If you don't like it we can do something else." she states as she finishes setting things on the little kitchen booth that's built into the wall. There's a nice view of the water in the distance from here. "It wasn't hard to find, was it?" she asks him with a smile.

Jason Blood has posed:
As suggested, Jason opens the door and steps in, mindful of Occam. "Morrigan, I was used to navigating the world before there were maps. Now everything tells you how to go step by step." He laughs for a moment as he enters, flowers in his hand. He shows them to the cat, as if to let him have judgement, and then continues along to the kitchen.

"That is fine. I have found their cuisine quite filling, actually, and far tastier than anything available on the Isle." He glances around as if for a place to put the flowers, but opts instead to carry them to Morrigan. They are nothing particularly fancy, but they are vibrant and multi-colored, perhaps chosen to stand out as much as possible given her current visual acuity.

"I appreciate the _invitation_ to come here, after my last visit was...uninvited."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Occam's fluff tipped ears wiggle a bit as Jason enters and he decides to go take up his spot on the stairs to keep track of things now that Morrigan's guest has arrived. Or he was just going to soak up the sun. Cats were weird! "I think you know your way around the roof, though the house is pretty easy to get around as well." she muses. "When I'm not unpacking Halloween decorations that is." she grins.

"I mean, it was pretty meat, root vegetables and other things on the Isles I'm guessing?" she asks him. She does catch the bright color that is the flowers and there is a soft smile, "Did you bring me flowers?" she asks him. She can at least focus on them.

"I guess with Etrigan tricking you it wasn't something that you'd intended to go noticed until he let it all go sideways." she states to that. "I'm not mad at you. Etrigan's still a little shit though." she shakes her head at that.

Jason Blood has posed:
"It does seem lovely, yes." Jason looks around, and his general posture seems to indicate that he is not quite comfortable just yet standing there. Actually standing there. Which may be to be expected, after all.

He nods. "Very basics. Harty, to be sure, but taste? Not a priority." Jason smiles as she spots the flowers, and he nods again. "I thought perhaps I should try to make up for things, and this is as good of a gesture as any." Not the best, perhaps, when she cannot completely see, but it is something.

A frownd crosses Jason's face. "It was wrong to intrude. And an invasion of privacy, regardless of the motivations." He sighs deeply. "Making you aware of it was probably the best thing, once it was already underway, if I am being honest. So I thank Etrigan for that."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
"Would you like to have a seat?" Morrigan asks him as she seems to realize she's not asked him if he'd like to. "My vision is getting better, so we've got that going for us." she smiles at him. Then she moves towards Jason, following the colors of the flowers. "They smell wonderful." she tells him as she reaches out to accept them.

"Survival was the priority I'm guessing." she nods to him. The time he was alive in was something that was pretty rough in that category. "Thank you for the flowers, Jason." she smiles to him.

"I'll admit, I got a little satisfaction out of punching Etrigan in the nose. Even if it wasn't in the real world." she chuckles. "I'll put these in water. Do you have a preference on drinks?" she asks him.

Jason Blood has posed:
Handing the flowers to her, Jason smiles. "I am glad to hear that your vision is improving." He glances around for a moment, and then nods, heading towards the seating area. "Certainly. Would you like my help in serving it up?"

"You would think that, and yes, that may be true, but every other nation found a way to add flavor to its cuisine along the way. Why not us?" He shrugs, and perhaps it is not really a joke he is making, but an earnest question. "And you are most welcome."

"I often wish that I could punch him in the nose, but alas, the best that I can do is spoil his attempts at depravity by keeping him locked away." He glances around as if to locate a vase, trying to help and take some of the effort from Morrigan. "I am fine with whatever you would like. Can I get it for you?"

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan raises them a little to smell them and there's a bit of a softer smile that graces her features when she does. "I'd be happy to have the help. I figured having Riordan here to help with things was going to be a bit awkward, so he's got the day off." she tells him. There's a soft chuckle at his comment about other nations finding spices, "Well, now they've found that spices exist." she states.

"Well, next time I can punch him in the nose on your behalf if I get face to face with him?" she offers. She then crouches to get into one of the cabinets, pulling out a vase. "I don't really know what the vase looks like but it'll do." she grins. "I've got wine, water, juice and other things. Though some might think it's a little early in the day to start drinking." she chuckles to him as she takes care of the flowers and then settles the vase on the island.

Jason Blood has posed:
Jason nods and bustles about for a moment with the food, gathering it together to serve it up for the two of them. "I do not imagine that serving up food is really in his skillset. Delightful being, though." He pours some soup into each of two bowls, and then ladles up some extra noodles into both. "Of course, as soon as spices exist, they fought wars over them. But did they use those spices? Of course not."

Laughing at the idea of Morrigan swatting Etrigan, Jason shakes his head. "I would very much appreciate seeing that. Perhaps have someone record it on a camera." He glances over at the vase and shrugs. "It is merely a vessel, the flowers themselves are the attraction." He pauses, as if on the verge of adding something to do that. But he goes onward. "Time is but a construct. If you have nothing to do today or tonight, why not enjoy some wine?" He shakes his head. "But of course, there are those who that to excess, and I suppose..." He stops himself. "I am doing it again. I do not intend to dampen fun times."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan chuckles, "He takes human form sometimes. He's just really attached to the mastiff persona." she tells him honestly. "He just wants to make sure that I'm doing alright and since we had to redo my eyes he's been hesitant to leave, but I said I'd be fine with you." she smiles in his direction. She really did trust Jason. "Yeah, they didn't really use them. Which is a shame. Potatoes with spices can be great." she grins.

She's Irish, come on.

"Maybe I'll see if someone can get it on film next time if we do face off." she chuckles. She listens to him as she looks over the flowers once more, the blurred vibrancy something that she wasn't used to. "I've not had a chance really to go out and cut flowers from the garden this year, hoping once the vision is under control I can." she tells him as she moves to the cabinets above the sink and finds two wine glasses. "I have nothing to do, so I think that it is a good time for wine." she nods to that.

Jason Blood has posed:
"I had not realized he was capable of changing forms. Interesting." Jason makes a mental note to give Riordan more consideration next time. "He seemed friendly enough the other day, at the school. For some reason, I think he actually likes me." Thinking back, the encouragement from the mastiff should have been Jason's first sign of things. But while he was ancient and well versed in mysticism, he was often challenged with reading a room emotionally. He intended to work on that. "Naturally, yes. Potatoes." Jason smirks slightly. Of course potatoes.

"I would pay considerably for that footage." He leans back in his seat, watching Morrigan move around, even with limited vision. "I will never turn down a glass of wine with lovely company." He pauses, realizing that perhaps he should not be so free with his tongue. "So, we have not had much time to discuss overall matters since my return. Do you have plans for the remainder of the year? Either at the school or otherwise?"

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
"He's actually capable of quite a lot. He's my herald." Morrigan explains as she moves to take a seat. Probably safer to sit down for the moment. "He's heard a lot about you, so he either likes you or he's waiting for the right moment to bite you in the ass." she gives a laugh to that. "I promise he's not going to bite you, that would be horrible." she adds quickly.

"Well, I'll have to see if we can get it then." she grins to that. There is a soft smile to his comment on lovely company as she settles the bottle of wine on the table. "Hopefully this is an alright vintage." she offers. Then she sobers as she looks in the direction of his voice, "We have not, no. It was not expected." she points out.

"I have no plans this year except to deal with matters at the school. Try to make sure that no one burns the place down or tries to kidnap kids again." she shakes her head. "I do have to spend the Equinox and the Solstice in the Otherworld though, it's part of the new me thing." she tells him.

"Do you have any plans for the rest of the year?" she asks him.

Jason Blood has posed:
"Ah. That makes sense." Jason laughs. "A herald, moving up in the world." His eyebrow arches a bit. "Heard a lot about me?" That is definitely a wrinkle. "Was I a topic of conversation before my visit to the school the other day?" He seems very interested in the answer to THAT question.

"You realize the wine is not nearly as critical to my enjoyment as the company, right?" His face sours a bit when she points out his visit. And its expectations. "I know. I apologize."

He reaches out to take the glass and sniffs briefly before taking a sip. "My plans? Nothing much. Other than taking on a Great Old One and his disinclined to try to save reality as we know it." He sighs. "Apparently some folks went bollocks up enough to need to turn to me." He waved a hand vaguely. "But really, that is par for the course these days."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
"I tend to talk about my past a lot to things. Whether they are inanimate or animate." Morrigan admits a bit sheepishly. "Rio tends to have a lot of patience when it comes to listening to me, bless him." she smiles to that. "And he knew of you way before the visit. He came around a little before your departure last year." she explains to him.

"I'll be sure to remember that when I'm picking wine next time." she grins at him. She gives a soft sigh, "Jason, you don't have to apologize. While I wasn't expecting the visit, it wasn't unwelcome." she comments to him quietly.

She takes a sip of her wine as she listens to him. "Great Old One?" she asks with a bit of concern. "Don't get eaten by it. We'd be very unhappy if that happened so soon after your return." she points out with a smile.

Jason Blood has posed:
His departure. Jason frowns a little each time that is brought up. It's not unfair, of course. And he is wholly to blame for that. For a man who has lived for over fourteen hundred years to lament the loss of one seems silly, but to Jason, it is impactful. Even if things resume as they had, he realizes that at the very least he denied himself a year of possible happiness. And for what? "I am glad that you have someone you can rely upon to listen." The implication, of course - that is something he could have been.

He takes a sip from the wine and listens to her. It is easy for him to think about falling back into how things were. Pretend he had not abandoned her for a year. Thinking of the things she went through. Could he have helped? Even to get her through it? She might not want him to apologize, but he will never not be sorry for it.

"It is...complicated." Jason shrugs. "I know very little other than they were _truly_ desperate, because the last time I encountered this group..." He pauses, thinking about it. "Let us just say it did not go well, and leave it at that."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
"He's good to use as a pillow when you are having a good cry about being blind at three in the morning. If you ever need to cuddle him. I won't tell anyone." Morrigan gives a chuckle to that as she looks in his direction. "He doesn't tell my secrets...or my fears. Which I have a lot of." she admits.

"Well, if it is complicated then I will not ask anything of you so that you don't get into trouble. I'd hate to do that really." she points out. "Jason, you're a very good occultist. Why do you think they are desperate to want your help?" she asks.

Then she gives an 'ah', "Sometimes groups don't work out well. It happens. You've always seemed like a bit of a lone wolf to me as it is." she tells him.

Jason Blood has posed:
"What about if your dark side keeps you from being with people that you ... " Jason trails off. The words started to come easily, but he catches them. "Sorry. I said I would drop it." He reaches out to try to take her free hand. "If you ever need me to be a listener for you, I will."

"Oh, I will not get into trouble, unless I speak his name. Other than, I do not want you to get involved as it is..." He sighs. "I am doing it again." He shakes his head. "Long story short, ultra-powerful extra dimensional being who tends to mess with us has send out a bunch of disciples to try to kill off mystics here in our world so he can do...whatever he wants to do." A shrug. "They are tired of hiding, and want to know how I can help them strike back."

Lone wolf. He earned that. His shoulders still sink though. "I--I can get along with others. If need be." He shifts a bit in his seat. "I sat at the round table, Morrigan. I just..." If he has her hand, he gives it a squeeze. "Who wants to have a teammate who may sudden turn into a Demon from Hell?"

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan's a bit annoyed that she can't see him clearly at the moment. "People that you care about? People that you love?" she asks him. "You can speak freely, I'm not going to be upset or anything." she chuckles to that. She lets him take her hand and there is a smile, "I'm sure that we can be listeners for each other." she tells him. "If you ever want to talk about things that is." she points out.

"Oh definitely don't say his name right now. Not this close to the sea." she shakes her head. "Or...well...they might not always come from the sea or oceans I guess." she muses. "It's dangerous. I'm a bit fragile at the moment, I understand." she states. "Hopefully you can help them out." she adds.

Since he has her hand, she feels his shoulders sink, "Jason I didn't mean that in a bad way." she murmurs to him. Then her eyebrow quirks up, "You were one of Arthur's knights?" she asks him. This was new information. "If your teammates are aware that there is a possibility that you are going to turn into a demon from hell then they are probably a bit more open to working with you." she explains. "I mean, I work with you just fine." she tells him as she squeezes his hand.

Jason Blood has posed:
Jason's frown is fortunately not visible clearly enough to Morrigan. "All of that," he says, by way of saying nothing at all. He nods. "I would like that." He gives her hand a squeeze. "You are a rare sort, Morrigan."

Tilting his gaze back towards the sea, Jason shrugs. "I do not believe that is where he comes from." He looks to her again. "This one, in particular...well, if it is of interest to you, I am happy to share. But you are always best remaining ignorant. Even I feel that I know too much."

He nods. Being a loner is not often considered good, but in this case... "I have grown to be self-sufficient, but that is because all but one of those to whom I pledged my life are dead." He releases her hand for a moment, his fingers moving over to slowly work his ring off. He pulls it from his finger, and places it in her hand. "This was crafted by Merlin." He pauses to allow that to sink in. "One was gifted to each of King Arthur's knights, and all of them but this one have been entombed with their bearers. At least, I believe so." He takes her hand again. "That is how I came to be bound to the Demon, and the Demon bound to me." He considers for a moment. "If it were a tale you were interested in hearing, I would share it." he says, as if there is anyone living who would _not_ want to hear a tale of King Arthur from someone who lived it. Then he laughs, and squeezes her hand in return. "You are one of the only people I have ever thought could truly work with me."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
"I've died recently and I seem to have infinite patience with things it would seem." Morrigan states to Jason as she finishes off her glass of wine. And she is quick to pour herself another. Day drinking was acceptable during the Summer! She gives him a big smile, "I might be rare, yes." she tells him.

"If he's not from the sea then I won't have to worry too much on locking the doors tight tonight." she chuckles. "For now...I'm fine being in the dark on that. Just don't get too banged up." she points out.

She feels the ring in her hand and she lets it settle for a moment, "That's no small thing, Jason." she tells him. Her free hand moves to let her fingers run over the ring. "I'm a bit of a fan of Arthurian Legends, romances and fairy tales, so I'd love to hear anything and everything if you don't get tired of telling it." she admits. She returns the hand squeeze, "It's my sparkling personality, right?" she winks at him.

Jason Blood has posed:
Laughing softly, Jason shakes his head. "We are quite the pair, I would say." He likewise finishes off his glass by the time she is done with hers, setting his in front of her. "Although I have yet to experience death at all."

"Locked doors would pose no problem to him. But yes, remain in the dark." He sighs softly. "I will not get banged up - if I suffer, it would be insanity instead."

"Oh, sparkling may not be the word I would use, but..." Jason laughs softly, letting her retain the ring as long as she wishes. "I was a Knight in service to King Arthur. When Morgan le Fay attacked Camelot, Merlin summoned his half-brother to combat her armies. In order to control him, he needed to bond him to mortal, and ... " Jason shrugs. "Thus was born our eternal partnership." He laughs ruefully. "If I had been a better knight, perhaps Merlin would have chosen differently, but I was a bit more dispensable than Lancelot or Gawain."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan's at least able to refill wine glasses. She doesn't even spill any! "It's the red hair. We should stick together. Though I am a touch sad that we don't match anymore." she chuckles. "Apparently the ressurectionists decided white streaks were out." she muses to that. "I'd tell you what it was like...if Match hadn't killed me so fast." she breathes out.

"Oh...it's the sanity being messed with. No. Don't like that." she shakes her head. "I think you've suffered enough, so I don't want insanity to be added to your woes." she tells him.

She picks up the ring with her other hand and runs her fingers over it, "I had meant to ask you about it last year, but I didn't want to pry too much when things were new." she admits. "Merlin's half-brother?" she asks after he's explained the story. "I'm guessing that you did not volunteer for this eternal quest, did you?" she asks him.

Jason Blood has posed:
"There is always dye." Jason declines to suggest which of them should change to match the other. "That is the pesky part about unplanned deaths, they have a habit of the worst timing." He lifts up the second glass of wine and takes a long sip.

"I am actually not certain if it would work, truth be told. Such things have a hard time landing on me, perhaps because I am already touched with deviancy from Hell." He considers for a moment. Should he have said that? Likely not.

He nods slowly. "You can ask me anything that you would like. Now, or later. I will answer." He nods in affirmation. "A Lord of Hell. Merlin was conceived, ironically, to eliminate Etrigan. It is quite an interesting tale, although I only have Etrigan's side, and so it's possible it is...inaccurate." He laughs. "As far as volunteering - no, I was not, but..." He looks at Morrigan. "Merlin plucked me dying from the battlefield, and performed the binding. I could not resist. And for fourteen centuries I have wanted nothing more than to find a way to undo this curse." He takes a breath as he looks at her. "It is only recently that I have forestalled my quest to rid myself of immortality, and found that there may be some reason to dwell on." Can she see how focused his eyes are on hers in this moment?

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
"There is, yes. Though I got mine the good old fashioned way of helping someone that was near death." Morrigan chuckles to that. "It really did have bad timing. Everything just sort of went downhill after that." she admits. "But hopefully over the next few weeks and months things will look up." she smiles to that.

"Does it make you immune to attacks on your sanity?" she asks him curiously. "I don't know a lot about Heave and Hell or things of that nature, but I'm sure you've got a wealth of knowledge." she admits. She drains the second glass of wine, her cheeks already starting to flush. Yep. Mo was a lightweight.

She blinks, "Excuse me Merlin's half brother is a Lord of Hell?" she seems to feel like this is big news. "Huh...that's...really interesting." she states. She sobers a touch when he admits that he wasn't willing, but he was also dying. "I'm sorry that you didn't get a choice, Jason." she tells him. "Do you think there is a way to undo it that wouldn't leave you dead?" she asks him.

"You have this intense way of looking at people...even with me being blurry eyed I can feel it." she smiles at him as she squeezes his hand. "If you could rid yourself of the curse without dying, what would you do with the time, Jason?" she asks him. "Or you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I'd be happy to help though if I could." she points out.

Jason Blood has posed:
"I thought the streak was adorable, but without it, you look just as good." Jason laughs softly. "Perhaps we can find a way to get it back."

"Immune? I am not sure. But I am thick skulled when it comes to mind magics, at least, so it would seem." He shrugs. "I imagine that Etrigan would be more so, so if we were to be challenged, I will let him tackle a worthy foe for a change."

Dead and dying. He sighs. "I do not know. The binding is what keeps me alive. Will all of my years catch up to me if the binding is removed, or will I simply resume aging as I had since then? I do not know." He smiles. "But I am sure that by removing it, I would be able to age and die."

That is a question for the ages. Jason looks at Morrigan, and he thinks on that answer. Does he dare? "I would spend it all making up for a year's worth of lost time." He gives her hand a squeeze. She said she wanted honesty. Is she prepared for that much of it?

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a chuckle, "I think it looks much better on you than it did me." she tells him with a nod. "Oh Etrigan is definitely thick skulled." she muses to that. "Let him handle the heavy lifting. He likes that sort of thing." she nods to him.

There's a bit of a frown when he talks on the binding, "Maybe there is something out there that can be looked into...or maybe it's just like this forever." she states in a quiet tone. "Either way, we'll find out." she states as she tries to put on a smile.

She gives a soft smile, "I mean, if you are wanting to make up for a years worth of lost time in a situation I'd say start of slow. Flowers are nice to start off with. But maybe they'll want a pony or another cat down the road and you aren't good with that?" she offers with a bit of a teasing grin. "I don't want a pony, I have a horse." she points out.

Jason Blood has posed:
"I cannot imagine that anything looks better on me than on you, but..." Jason laughs softly. "Yes, I promise. Etrigan will bear the risks. I will not run headlong into a confrontation with my frail humanity."

"I am sure there are ways. And eventually, I will find one. But for now, I am finding ways to make eternal life more tolerable." Jason laughs softly. "Duly noted on the flowers. I shall have to bear that in mind for the future." He gives her hand another squeeze.

"Speaking of, I should get myself out of your hair. I owe some mystics a bit of research." He looks down at the table. "Can I clean this up for you?"

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a soft laugh, "I mean, I've not seen how you look first thing in the morning...or evening when you wake up. So I'll judge that another time." she tells him. "I didn't say you were fragile, Jason." she huffs at him with a little shake of her head.

"If you can't beat internal life...enjoy it. Yes, that's a good way to look at it." she tells him. Then there's a smile, "I do like flowers, so it's always a good way to get on my good side." she notes as she squeezes his hand.

Then she moves to stand, his ring still in her hand, "If you have to be going do you want to take this with you?" she asks him. "And no, I'll clean it up later. Or Rio will sneak in while I'm napping and do it. He's a helper like that." she admits.

Jason Blood has posed:
Jason nearly chokes on that last sip of wine. It must be the wine, but his cheeks are taking on a slightly rosy tint. "Yes, I suppose so," he murmurs, allowing most of her comments to go unanswered. Safer that way. He squeezes her hand again. "Flowers it is."

He stands as well, his hand moving out to reclaim the ring. "Unless you are suggesting something entirely too forward, yes, I should probably bring the ring with me." He glances at the table and nods. "Rio it is."

He stands there for a moment, and then gives in to impulse, leaning over to kiss her cheek. "Have a good rest of your day, Morrigan."