Further Arrangements (Closed RP: John Adams, Crowley, Fay)

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Letter from John Adams to Crowley:

Dear Sir:

I have been given to Understand that you are the sole possessor of alcoholic beverages in this Place. As such, you are within your Rights in a Free Market Economy to charge what you will for distributing them and I should like to inquire as to your Fee for one bottle of champagne. I have no money readily available, but I have been an Attorney for twenty years and any Services I may render, I should be glad to do so.

Your servant,
J. Adams


Letter from Crowley to John Adams:

Mr. Adams,

I do indeed have champagne at my disposal, as well as everything else I presently need or want, so I'm afraid I have no need of your services at the moment. Therefore, my price for the bottle is only that you satisfy my idle curiosity. What are you celebrating?

-Crowley


Letter from John Adams to Crowley:

Dear Sir:

If satisfying your curiosity is the Price I must pay, then it is the Price I must pay, though I must trust in your Honor as a Gentleman not to disclose what is a delicate matter. The drink is not for my sole Gratification, nor to celebrate any particular Event, but is intended to entertain a Lady.

Your servant,
J. Adams


Package from Crowley to John Adams consisting of two champagne glasses and a bottle of champagne with a card tied around its neck:

Give Susan a flourish for me. -Crowley

If handwriting can convey snarky, suggestive laughter, this handwriting does. John flushes to the roots of his hair, but puts the bottle away in the small white box that keeps things cold with a faint smile.


Letter from John Adams to Fay D. Flourite:

Dear Sir:

I have been given to Understand that you have been providing specialty foods to the people of this Place and I should like to inquire as to the Availability of such. I am, in particular, looking for simple picnic Fare appropriate to entertain a Lady in a romantic setting. I have no money readily available, but I have been an Attorney for twenty years and any Services I may render, I should be glad to do so.

Your servant,
J. Adams

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Fay was puzzling over the letter and wondering where Mokona had gone to read it out to him, leaning on the counter and frowning. It would help if his writing system bore any similarity to this one.

Fortunately for Fay, Sirius chose that moment to come by, holding the magical activity map within his hands. Without pausing to see if Fay or any of the other occupants of the cafe were in fact busy with anything (it just wasn't Sirius' style), he burst through the doors and said “Oi, Fay, come look at this weird reading I have down near the Pirate's ride, tell me if you can make sense of it.”

The blonde looked up at Sirius’ interruption, giving him a welcoming smile automatically. “Oh, sure!” He crossed over to him, still keeping hold of the letter, to get a better look at the map. “What’s the problem~?”

Sirius showed him the map, laying it out on the table. “Well, I've got this really odd blue reading that seems to change all the time, that's bad enough, but then I keep getting weird readings from elsewhere in the area, too.” He pointed to a strange yellow reading somewhere in that area. “It shows up as yellow because that was the nearest estimate, but look--” he waved his wand and a bunch of strange and vaguely mathematical calculations rose up from the page. “It doesn't look like anything, and I don't have any books to help me, I was wondering if it was familiar to you.” He grimaced. “Everything in bloody New Orleans Square seems off for some reason or another.”

Fay stared at it, absolutely confused. “… It would help if I could read this world’s way of writing,” he said after a few moments of puzzled gazing. “I could probably work it out then. Anyway!” he said, reaching for a pencil, “I’m sure we can work it out!”

Sirius glanced at Fay curiously. “Yeah? What's the writing like where you're from? I could try a translation spell if I knew some of your words.” He noticed the letter in his hand. “Oh, is that in your language?”

Fay turned the letter and scribbled on the back of it. “It’s like this,” he said, holding it up for Sirius to see. It was really a lot of looping lines, looking a lot more like a pattern than a language.

“No,” he answered, turning it over again to look at the unfamiliar words. “I have no idea what it says, and without Mokona around I can’t read it or reply. Where is Mokona?”

Sirius glanced at the words as well, after noting Fay's language. “That's in English there. I could read it out for you if you like. I could probably make you a translation spell for your language if I worked on it, but it'd take me a few days.”

The mage brightened even more, grinning eagerly at Sirius. “Really? That’ll be great~! Thank you, Sirius-san!” He gave Sirius a hug before handing him the letter, sitting down with his elbows on the table and his head on his hands.

Sirius laughed at the hug, and then sat at the table as well. “It says,
Dear Sir:

I have been given to Understand that you have been providing specialty foods to the people of this Place and I should like to inquire as to the Availability of such. I am, in particular, looking for simple picnic Fare appropriate to entertain a Lady in a romantic setting. I have no money readily available, but I have been an Attorney for twenty years and any Services I may render, I should be glad to do so.

Your servant,
J. Adams”

Fay nodded seriously, then said, “Could you write a reply for me? Just tell him I’ll be glad to, and he should call by the café in New Orleans Square to discuss further details.” There was a pause, then he clapped his hands and squealed, “Date food~!”

Sirius grinned, and wrote,
“Dear Mr. Adams,
Fay would be glad to cater your date. But he can't read or write, so it'd probably be better if you came by the cafe in New Orleans Square to discuss further details.
Sincerely and Way to Go,
Sirius Black”

"There, all written," Sirius said, grinning and handing the letter back to Fay. "And now just think of all the fun you can have with your very own attorney at your disposal!"

Fay just looked at him blankly. “… Att-or-ney?”

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So much for the anonymity of the post, thought John anxiously. He'd been hoping to handle this discretely, but three people had already found out his intentions. Well, his intentions for dinner, anyway. That wasn't suggestive, right?

Nothing to do for it now, though, but to go. He didn't want to risk asking Miss Seddon because he knew she was friends with Susan, and as good as her food was, it was a little fussy for what he had in mind. Unaware of anyone else who prepared meals and unwilling to risk more people knowing, John did what he had to do. He went.

It was easy enough to find the cafe in New Orleans Square. Straightening his coat and looking dignified, John knocked on the door before pushing it open.

"Er, Mr. Flourite? Mr. Black? Hello?"

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"Be right there!" Fay called from the kitchen, where he was attempting to ice a cake and add little pieces of strawberry on top. A few moments later, he appeared in the kitchen doorway, wiping his hands on his apron and grinning. "Adams-san, right? I was just finishing your cake. I'm Fay."

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John bowed politely, entirely unsure what to make of Fay. "No, not Adamson. Just Adams. A pleasure, Mr. Flourite."

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He was a thin blonde with a limp wrist in a pink Minnie Mouse apron. There wasn't really much one could make of Fay.

"Ah, no, Adams-san. It's an honourific." He smiled brightly and bowed low. "Just call me Fay, Flourite's kind of long."

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"Very well, ah, Mr. Fay," John replied, trying to be respectful of the odd man's culture. "You mentioned you were preparing a cake in expectation of my arrival?"

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Fay nodded. "It's the second cake. Dark chocolate and strawberry. The other's about this big," he indicated a circle about the size of his palm, "and is sponge with white chocolate. I've also made garlic and chicken sandwiches - little ones - and there's a fruit salad thing." He smiled proudly.

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"Second cake...? And er, garlic?" John looked dubious. Garlic would hardly inspire closeness. But he couldn't exactly say so. "I'm not certain that garlic and chicken sandwiches were precisely what I was looking for. Do you, perhaps, have any ideas that are more... romantic?"

Then he smiled. "If you don't, that's quite all right. You've been more than generous already. What do I owe you for your kind assistance, sir?"

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"Chocolate's romantic," Fay insisted. "And it's mostly finger food, so you can feed each other. And you can feed each other cake too, which is always so sweet~." He giggled, clapping his hands gleefully. "I would give you some wine, too, but that's all Crowley-san's."

He tilted his head to one side. "What does an attorney do?"

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John tried very hard not to color at that, but wasn't sure how well he succeeded. His mind rather wanted to dwell on that particular image, but this was certainly not the time or place. "Chocolate certainly is. I believe it is something the Lady in question is particularly fond of. And Mr. Crowley has already kindly consented to share some of his champagne for the occasion." He shook his head, pleased to have something else to focus on.

"An attorney, or lawyer, is a person legally appointed by another to act as his or her agent in the transaction of business, represent clients in a court of law, or advise or act for clients in other legal matters. Basically, I am an interpreter between the layman and the law. So if you had a dispute with someone, I could assist in rectifying it. Or if you needed assistance in creating legal papers."

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"Lucky," Fay said, making a face. "Crowley-sans's stingy!"

... Most of that explanation passed over his head, and John got a blank look for an awful lot of it, and then, "Legal papers? Like... marriage certificates?"

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"I'd heard that," John replied, "but he seemed a gentleman when we corresponded."

He smiled then. "Yes, like marriage certificates. Also birth and death certificates, wills, powers of attorney, buying and selling of personal property, name changes, and so forth. Why do you ask, sir?"

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"A stingy gentleman," Fay corrected.

He leant forward, and instead of answering directly, asked, "Can you do the ceremony too, or just the papers?"

((Also, your John icons are all made of win. Especially that one.))

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John didn't speak about people behind their backs, so he just inclined his head.

"I'm afraid I'm no officiant, Mr. Fay. But if you were to find someone who is legally ordained, according to the laws of this place, with which I am as yet unfamiliar, I could possibly provide a legal marriage license. I will need to speak to Mr. Mouse first, but it is certainly possible. Are you looking to be married, sir?"

((William Daniels makes such great faces. :D))

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Fay, however, was more than a tiny bit of a gossip, but took the nod as agreement with Crowley being stingy and nodded very seriously in return.

"Are there any kind of marital laws here?" Fay wondered aloud. "There don't seem to be about anything else. And yes!" he said enthusiastically. "Me and my Kuro-chan~." His face took on a slightly dreamlike quality at the mention of Kurogane, and at the thought of marriage he made a little squealing noise.

((He does indeed! I need to see this film just for the expressions.))

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There was, of course, that possibility...

"As I mentioned, I don't yet know what the law of the land states or even if there is one, so I will certainly check with Mr. Mouse on your behalf."

Grinning in recognition of a fellow lover, John bowed. "And may I be the first to congratulate you and your young lady."

((You haven't...? Oh, right. Not American. XD Well, I still highly recommend it! It makes politics interesting and reminds me that even though my country may be doing incredibly stupid things right now, the tenets it was founded on are sound. And he makes funny faces and sings. :D))

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Fay bowed again, formally, and said, "Thank you, Adams-san! Mouse-sama seems like a fair enough leader to me, so I will respect whatever he decides." He could still get pissy, but he would respect the Mouse's decision.

"..." Then the mage giggled even more, hand over his mouth to try and muffle the sound. "Silly~," he chuckled. "Kuro-rin is a man!" The thought of Kurogane as a woman was hilarious, though slightly disturbing.

((Nope! 8D Welsh. I don't know if it's available over here, I'll have to look. And singing rulers? Wins so much. Seriously, what do we get? Just lots of wars and waving and stuff :/))

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Making a mental note to write to Mickey, John's mind was otherwise engaged when Fay said that Kurogane was a man. Which could explain the very long pause, the slow blink, and the, "I beg your pardon?"

((Here (http://www.amazon.co.uk/1776-Dir-Sub-REGION-NTSC/dp/B000067D1R/ref=pd_bbs_2/026-1665743-2547607?ie=UTF8&s=dvd&qid=1177386152&sr=8-2) is the only thing I found, but I don't think the movie ever came out in PAL or Region 2 format, so unless you have a multi-region player, I don't think you can watch it. :p))

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Still looking rather amused, Fay repeated slowly, "Kuro-piyuu is a man." He had one eyebrow raised just slightly, silently asking if there was a problem with this.

((Last time it wasn't the DVD that was being silly, it was the TV, not wanting to accept the new colours XD But we have a new TV! Also, *dying at the icon and its keywords*))

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"You wish to marry another man," John reiterated flatly.

He wasn't necessarily opposed to the idea; more that it had never before crossed his mind. It wasn't like there were a lot of out queers in the New England colonies (or any) but who knew what they got up to down South...

"Why?"

((*giggle* Oh, wait for the next one. :D And for the record, this version of John is straight and has not done every man in Congress. Take that look_sharp.))

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Fay nodded. "Only Kuro-pon," he added, hoping it would help his case.

The next question just got a very blank look. "Because I love him," Fay said, as if talking to someone who was very slow and failing to get a simple concept. "And I want to stay with him forever. Are there any other reasons for getting married?"

((I now know to expect the best from Adams 8D And... every man in Congress? Won't he get pretty tired?))

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John shook his head, slightly disbelieving. "No, that's a fine reason to be married. But you wouldn't wish to marry a woman instead? That way you could have..." sex, "...children." Which, granted, was an important consideration in John's time and place. He'd had six, though only four of them had lived.

But maybe Fay didn't want children. Perhaps he wanted to marry this Kuro-person-whose-name-kept-changing for another reason, like protection if his chosen partner were very large or strong.

((hee! Um, I don't pretend to understand those fangirls who would slash the men of Congress... They're old! And not gay! And were real people! It's all vaguely squicky, really.))

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Fay shook his head slowly. "I don't love a woman," he said. "I love Kuro-koi. And I have children," (and sex), "already! There's Chii and Sakura-chan and Syaoran-kun! And Kuro-pii has promised me that when we get to Nihon - that's his country - and our current children grow up, we can adopt more!" He smiled, absolutely ecstatic with this prospect.

Fay did want children. But much, much more than that, he wanted to be with Kurogane.

((:/ Word. RL slash freaks me out rather a lot.))

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"You've adopted three children together?" John asked. "Well, that certainly lends credence to the depth of your attachment and commitment. Very well, Mr. Fay. I will look into the legality of a marriage for you and your betrothed gentleman." Whatever his name might be. He figured he'd find out sometime.

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It was proof of how Fay had, for lack of a better word, matured in Disneyland that he didn't skip over to hug John, and merely clapped his hands and trilled, "Thank you so much, Adams-san!" He was trying to think of a way to repay him, when he remembered John was doing this to pay Fay and it wasn't the other way round.

"Ah, the food!" he said, making his way towards the kitchen. "Adams-san, will you help me pack it up?"

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The hugging might have been awkward, yes, but John smiled at Fay's clear happiness.

"Certainly, sir. How may I assist?" And he followed him into the back.


((Fade to black?))

[whistlingwizard.livejournal.com]

((Okey-dokey! 8D That was fun. Thank you for letting Fay join in the plot *hugs*))

[john-adams-1776.livejournal.com]

((My pleasure! Fay is fun. :D I'll get back to you on that marriage certificate. It'd be fun to have a wedding in the park!))

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((And Disney allow it too! It all works XD))