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Who: Isabela and You!
Where: Bookstore in the Locke City Business District
What: Under her nom de plume of Naishe Rivera, Isabela is doing a book signing in honor of her newest release!
When: Sunday, August 17th, afternoon.
Warnings: None yet? Unless you count the romance novels themselves... 'Cause, y'know. Romance novels.

[For a few hours on a Sunday afternoon, the semi-infamous Isabela Costa is inhabiting her arguably more famous author persona Naishe Rivera as she signs copies of her newest book Flames of Dragonfire and any photos or the like people ask her, talks about her new book, takes pictures with fans, and smiles prettily for the camera. She's all dressed up in white lace and curls, and if you ask nicely, maybe she'll even read excerpts...

All are welcome to stop by, but fair warning the contents of her books are not for children...]

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Ariel had seen the network post made by Isabela and so knew when and where she was going to be. So she grabbed her coy of the friend fic that Isabela had so lovingly crafted for her and Killian and headed down to the bookstore.

Her side was feeling mostly better by now So the short walk from where she parked the car, to where Isabela was, only caused her a little pain. It was gone by the time it came for her turn to have her work signed. Happily she plopped the fic down in front of Isabela and grinned, seeing her all dolled up as she was.

"That's a good look Niashe. How are you?"

Isabela gave a wink to the younger woman.

"Can't complain! Although, really, it's a good thing most swashbuckling doesn't happen around me. It'd be just awful trying to get blood or dirt out of this dress."

She laughed when Ariel plopped down the thin manuscript on the table.
"Looking for an autograph? All right. Let's see... 'To the happy lovebirds, and the best wishes and all my love. Hugs and kisses, Naishe.' There you are!" She signed with a flourish just inside the front. "And you? Good to see you up and about again."

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Ariel couldn't help but smile and laugh, though it did cause her a some pain. She winced a little, still favoring her side.

"Thanks Naishe. Now I can frame it and have it hung on my wall as a hommage to friends who care. As for me, I'm almost at a hundred percent. Killian has been really sweet in taking care of me."

"Oh, has he now?" Isabela asked, seemingly innocent on the surface, but with a dozen different meanings swirling in that little question. "Aren't you lucky?"

"Anything else?"

As much as she'd like to think that was an innocent question, she knows Isabela enough by now to KNOW there is a hidden connotation somewhere. She just ends up blushing.

"Yeah uhm. I'd like some pointers later." Wait no. Let's clarify. "About dressing up to impress." There's no way Isabela could think of something dirty with that RIGHT? Naturally she is oh so totally wrong.

She could ask the fashion people at her dad's work to help her, but then that would end up being a landmine of awkward questions with her dad.... Especially since her parents didn't know she was dating anyone yet.

"I'm sure we could... work something out," Isabela said, half a purr, and winked at Ariel.

"I'll teach you to use every asset you've got."

He still wasn't feeling totally himself but Fil had promised to stop by and pick up that book for his aunt. His aunt would be over the moon at such a present and who knows when such a thing would happen again, though Isabela probably wouldn't have minded signing a book or two outside business hours if he'd ask.

He'd made sure to drop by near the end of the signing, thinking maybe it won't be too crowded. He really stood out among the fans, being male and at least a decade younger.

"Good afternoon, Naishe." Fil offered her a cheerful smile. "Had a busy afternoon?"

"Like how. My hand is going to need a good icing after this," she laughed, absently massaging it.

She pulled a book out from under the table.
"Saved you one special. Want it personalized?"

"Oops, didn't think of that. It's too bad there isn't a robot that can duplicate your handwriting for you...." He grinned as he saw the offered book.

"My aunt will love this. I will be in her good books for at least another year. Make it out to Cecilia please?"

"Sure thing," she said with a warm smile.

"I've considered looking into getting a stamp, but it's just not the same," she said, "Let's see, now... 'To my biggest fan, Cecilia, my you always have the love you seek. All the best, Naishe Rivera.' Will that do?" Isabela signed off with a flourish.

"Well, I have to admit people get a warm glow when they think that their book has been hand signed by their absolute FAVOURITE author." That included Fil. He peered down at the finished work on the book. "That looks great. Thanks a lot. Hey...you almost done here?"

"Sure thing. And, nearly done. They don't usually last all that long. Why?" she asked, absently rubbing her palm.

Fil grinned and gave an easy shrug of his shoulders. "Wanted to see if you're be up for a drink or two when you're done. If you have no other plans."

"I'd love one, thanks. You sure know how to brighten a girl's day. How is it no one's snapped you up yet?"
She grinned back at him, but there was honest gratitude in her expression.

Fil laughed and shook his head. "I've been a bit busy...and probably a little pre-occupied for dates really. That doesn't really make good boyfriend material."

When he's in public, Julien has an act of his own, these days. The energy and confidence he may display to friends is muted. He stands with his wings folded tightly against himself and tail narrow. Despite still smiling often and easily there's a cast of uncertainty and hopefulness to his expression. All of his movements are slower and more halting, and he's careful not to loom over or touch anyone, though sometimes they touch him. Sometimes a toe of one foot is crossed over a toe of the other, since his feet are closer together and more turned inwards.

This is Non-Threatening Mode. Julien genuinely hates to see people afraid of him, giant winged creature that he is. The self-consciousness isn't entirely feigned, but playing it up tends to help with how people react to him. It might even have something to do with his stealth talent; given some time, people get tired of staring at him faster than if his head is high.

So he arrives late in the signing and dawdles among the shelves for a while, looking both hurt and like he's trying to ignore when people clear out of his way, before he approaches with a messenger bag and an uncharacteristically shy smile, and a gleam of amusement to show that he isn't a pod person.

"Hello, Ms. Rivera. Uh... you're looking lovely."

When she looks up, there is a brief flash of warmth, and gratitude, and maybe something like affection before the playacting had to begin. Weird as things might be between them, she was definitely becoming genuinely fond of him over these last several months. When no one was looking, she mouthed a subtle, "Thanks, Blue" to him. But then they had to slip into their chosen roles.

"Well, thank you. This is a surprise," she purred demurely. What a strange thing that was to see in place of her usual sass. A very different persona indeed. "I'm not usually graced with such fame. Or is it infamy? Something I can do for you?"

Even at his most non-threatening, his presence means more acute attention is aimed at them. He smiles, then looks concerned. "I'm not really infamous, am I?"

"Anyway, uh - give me a minute." Julien gets the bag off and onto the table. With his clawed fingers he clumsily works at the zipper of his bag, which has a strip of cloth tied on to make it easier to grasp, and gets it open. Clearly his dexterity is rather low, and he's embarrassed by that. "My sister said if you were signing here, I should come get these."

"Oooh, your sister has good taste," she said. "I take it you're wanting my John Hancock for her?"

In the bag there were a couple paperbacks his sister had left behind when she moved out, and - a bright red men's thong. Julien fished out the books and laid them out but let the bag gape so that she and only she could see it.

"Of course! If - if you don't mind." He ducked his head self-consciously, acting as if he didn't see the third item. "Could you make it out to Cece Sakazaki?"

Snap.

Yes, Killian totally made his phone do the sound effect just for this photo. Isabela had promised to let him take a picture for shits and giggles and by god, he was going to take a picture. When he's satisfied, he pockets his phone and waves, grinning.

Isabela laughed, winked at him and blew a kiss in return. Odd as it might be to see her looking so utterly feminine, one had to admit, she did rock the look surprisingly well. There was no shame at all in that photo.

"New hair style, Naishe?" he asks, coming over. "And how desperate are you for coffee?" Coffee that may or may not end up being spiked because Killian may or may not have gotten Ariel to get him the stuff to spike Isabela's coffee with.

"Maybe, and maybe a cup would be nice. Are you buying?" she purred.

He nods. "Starbucks or somewhere else?" Please say somewhere else, he hates Starbucks.

"Wherever they know how to make it right. Which is rarely a big chain. And thanks." She grins up at him.

[Liam is fashionably late, but since he waits in line to get a book signed, it's even longer before he's actually in front of Isabela.]

What's up, Uh...

[He looks down at the book he's holding.]

...Nayshee?

Naishe. [The correction is swiftly automatic, like she's heard it a hundred times already that day, but she fixes him with a bright smile.]

Wanting to get that signed?

[He puts the book down in front of her.]

Sure, why not? I figured I should give it a shot, since I know you and stuff. I'm being supportive.

[Plus vegetarian dragons was an interesting draw point, he had to admit.]

[And she signs with a flourish and an affectionate note]

You are too sweet. I hope you enjoy it.

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/15 mins late with starbucks

As long as you brought enough to share! ♥

/shares all the starbucks

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