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[crushed_pearls]

Erin's voice mail message is in a weary voice: "Erin Peters. If you called in the middle of the night and I didn't answer, I'm dying. If I pick up and someone on your end isn't dying, they will be shortly. Text otherwise."

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[crushed_pearls]

"My point is, the Blackbirds are still just people - still Lost people, at that. They make mistakes, they have biases. Queen Morris wasn't gonna hear that joining Autumn was bad for her health and despite fighting like cats and dogs about it she went back to them because they were good enough, not because they were perfect. To be a Bishop is to offer clarity, and you do. It's to strive, and, y'know, you do. If you didn't have skin in the game you wouldn't lose it every now and again the way you're complaining of."

Erin leans forward and, gently, picks the pendant up in her fingertips. Offers it out to Ossie.

"The perfect person isn't going to show up here. You did. Is our community better without any Blackbirds, or with the one you might be?"

[ossie_oswald]

Ossie takes the brooch, turning it over in his hand.

"I'm not making any decision without talking to Giles first. But thank you, your insight is appreciated, and pertinent as I expected it would be."

He slips it into a pocket on the inside of his jacket, where it clinks softly against his cigarette case.

"Now that ruddy business is sorted, would you care to see the other present I got in the mail?"

[crushed_pearls]

"Provided it's not an Excalibur I'd be delighted."

[ossie_oswald]

"I'm sure I wouldn't know what to do with it if I did," he jokes back.

Ossie leans back on the couch, crosses his legs, and wipes a hand down his face. When his hand moves, his face- and the rest of him- looks just a tad different.

"Abracadabra."

[crushed_pearls]

There is.

A long.

Silence.

In a strangled voice: "Well. I'd say this. Better not awaken anything in me. But. It sure did."

[ossie_oswald]

Ossie laughs, tossing his head. His hair, even longer, still settles perfectly around his face.

"I am still very much a man, I should say," he traces a finger down the lapel of his suit, "but I've never been much of a conventional man. It's nice to have a little bit more freedom in my presentation."

[crushed_pearls]

"I'm glad to hear it!" Is that about him still being a man or his new gift? Good question! "Though it does ask some practical questions about how you might choose to use it. I get away with some light shapeshifting because I've not bothered to hide it, but, well -" Erin gestures at the door to the cabin. "You're a bit more reserved."

[ossie_oswald]

"Mm, I've no intentions of deceiving anyone intentionally with it," he toys with his hair, "but it seems a pity not to get to play with it a bit, wot. One of the things I miss about the world outside our fine vessel was the chance to be a perfect stranger for people. I find increasingly I'm excellent at first impressions and terrible at anything past that," he chuckles.

"Still, there are people who know what I am, and I do intend on entertaining them with this."

There's a scent of harebells in the air as he considers flustering one of his gentleman friends with this form... please hold, Ossie can't come to the phone right this moment.

[crushed_pearls]

"I've already teased Crabb with getting ravished by herself but evil, I'm there with you."

God Erin hopes she's into that because Erin sure is.

[ossie_oswald]

A mad grin crosses his face as the idea of fucking Giles as himself enters the halls of his mind and makes off with the silverware.

"Please, forgive me, but I believe I have to attend to something with Giles rather urgently. Do come by again later?"

[crushed_pearls]

"Absolutely!" Erin slaps her knees in the traditional American Getting Up From Their Seat gesture, tips Ossie a bow, and then flees as politely as possible so she can scrub her mind clean of the ideas it's gotten.