Tiger Blood Campfire, Sunday Afternoon

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie was pacing around the firepit outside her bouncy castle. In a slightly ill-fitting 1920s style frock. This had not even remotely been her plan for the afternoon. But plans changed, especially when Fandom got involved.

Like she'd intended to, Natalie had brought her stuff over to the campsite early. Then she'd gone back to the dorms and gotten Mr. Moxy, and brought him with her into town. The plan had been to let him roam around the Boards for awhile, while she met up with Jim there to fulfill her promise of a private piano concert of a sort. But of course, they'd gotten there early, before Jim. And of course, Mox had chased out a gremlin from somewhere behind a curtain, and before she'd known it, it had stuck its venomy teeth right into her calf.

So long story short, now she thought her name was Myrtle, and she was pacing around the firepit outside the bouncy castle, in a slightly ill-fitting 1920s style frock which she'd grabbed from the costume racks at the Boards before coming here (and a flapper-ish headband, and some nice red lipstick), and was wringing her hands because she'd promised her boss, Mr. Moxy of Moxy Pictures (... who was still roaming the Boards, whoops), that she would acquire the refreshments for tonight's party in honor of Mr. Fairbanks, and she was waiting for her supplier to show up.

"Come on, Jack."

[ooc: Open! And up early for timezones and stuff. Nat now thinks she's more or less Myrtle, a Prohibition era Hollywood secretary from the short film Bitter Orange. Starring her PB opposite Alec's 20-year reunion PB. So we had to do something with that. Also, the Boards and Jim both modded with kind permission.]

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[whenshewasnice]

At that, Myrtle smiled a little wider for him, turning the suitcase so she could pop it open to find...

Nothing.

She looked up, eyebrows raised, smile gone. "What is this? There's no gin in this case, Jack."

[nottrivial]

Jack, who had been leisurely smoothing down his hair while eyeing himself in an invisible mirror, turned back around to face her. "Nope," he confirmed. "I'm fresh out."

[whenshewasnice]

Myrtle got up, mostly so she could put her hands on her hips in accusatory manner. That was a thing.

"You said you had it."

[nottrivial]

"I said I'd get it," Jack corrected her, looking amused by her annoyance.

That was pretty much how his face looked today, though. It was what made him look so different from normal Alec.

[whenshewasnice]

Yeah, that was something Natalie was going to find fascinating later. Assuming she could even vaguely remember what she'd actually been seeing, instead of what she'd thought she was seeing.

But Myrtle was not pleased by this turn of events. There was a little more that was accusatory about her now than just hand placement. She stepped closed. "You double-crossing scoundrel."

But her pout was adorable.

[nottrivial]

"Now, don't get so riled up," Jack chided, and yes, he did appreciate her pout. "I'll go for it directly. You just sit tight and try not to miss me too much."

Jack thought he was charming. He waggled his eyebrows at Myrtle, just to make it really clear how very charming he thought he was. Then he turned toward the 'door.'

[whenshewasnice]

Myrtle glared a little bit at his back and considered admonishing him not to ruin this for her, but let him go without another word.

Then she got back to her pacing.