(Eudio) Cuddlr

[cantwalkwithoutit]

Mr. Gold (Age: Quite dead in dog years) I'm flattered but... questioning your taste.

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[royalpassport]

[ When he comes across Gold's profile, Jefferson's not quite sure which way to swipe. What's the etiquette when coming across your former employer who may or may not be cursed?

In the end, the chance to talk to somebody familiar wins out over his apprehensions. ]

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That's oddly self-deprecating.

[cantwalkwithoutit]

you're oddly self-depracating

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So this is where you disappeared to.

[unhappilyeverafter]

[Look, she's already made some difficult choices here, ok.]

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For once, I'm actually surprised to find you here.

[cantwalkwithoutit]

[ And in his head all he's hearing is the violin sting from Psycho. ]

Perhaps you're only wording things strangely, but that seems to almost imply you've found me here before.

[unhappilyeverafter]

Rather that you have an annoying habit of turning up when I least expect it. But in Eudio? That's.. quite something.

[cantwalkwithoutit]

So perhaps you should change your expectations. What brought you here?

[unhappilyeverafter]

No doubt the same thing that brought you. A deal. Though the price here is quite different.

[cantwalkwithoutit]

And I'm sure will reveal itself in many changing ways.

[unhappilyeverafter]

That's one way to put it.

I'm here because of my son. I have a feeling we have that in common.

[cantwalkwithoutit]

Perhaps.

[royalpassport]

How could anyone in Storybrooke know whether I've disappeared or not?

[ Since, you know, he's a shut-in. ]

[cantwalkwithoutit]

Enough has happened that I assume if you were around someone would have seen you eventually, or your daughter.

[royalpassport]

[ WOMP WOMP. You said the wrong words, Gold. ]

I haven't had a daughter in 28 years.

[cantwalkwithoutit]

What do you remember, before coming here?

[royalpassport]

It doesn't matter. I know the curse has been broken for the rest of you. I don't need it rubbed in my face.

[ Sorry, Gold, he's just a little bitter about timelines. ]

[cantwalkwithoutit]

Is that why you came here?

[royalpassport]

Yes. Why are you here?

[cantwalkwithoutit]

I would rather not discuss that on this infernal thing.

[royalpassport]

Some other time, then.

[cantwalkwithoutit]

[ Seeing people still feels like a lot, even if he is surprised to have spoken to familiar people so soon -- pleasantly surprised that he didn't have reason to distrust at least one of them. He wonders if he wouldn't prefer for it to have been all strangers. ]

Of course.

[unhappilyeverafter]

Believe me, this is the last place I wanted to end up. But, if they can really do what I ask.. well, I guess you thought the same thing.

[cantwalkwithoutit]

[ Well, that and "Being somewhere that his body belongs completely to him, with no surprise guest stars or twists to worry about" sounded like an odd relief, even if it meant he'd have to forego seeing Belle again for...however long it took, to do this. ]

I suppose I did.

[yesbrogue]

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[cantwalkwithoutit]

[ Oh, someone's used this that isn't someone he already knows. ...Gold still isn't completely certain how he's supposed to be using this. Since he has made a point not to take messages from former colleagues as an expression of interest, this leaves him feeling a little skeptical and uncertain how to address this without the added layer of "talking shop." ]

Thank you. You'll have to forgive me; I'm still rather untried with this.

[yesbrogue]

As am I, so don't worry about it. But I'd certainly be interested in meeting up for a drink sometime and getting to know you better.

[cantwalkwithoutit]

[ Really? It's a good thing cuddlr doesn't pick up expressions. ]

Likewise, actually.

[ Because really, how do you get a name like that and go into bespoke tailoring? ]

[rayburn]

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You and everyone else. I am a chef though.

[cantwalkwithoutit]

What's your specialty?

[rayburn]

Modernizing dishes, making the kind of food mkes people forget their troubles for a while.

I own a restaurant here. Come by some time and I'll show you first hand.

[cantwalkwithoutit]

Well, I think everyone could stand to forget their troubles for a time. I might take you up on that.

[rayburn]

I'll look forward to having you by.

[cantwalkwithoutit]

It would be quite a feat on my part, seeing as I don't know what restaurant to find you in.

[rayburn]

Cavalluccio Marino D'Oro. Little jewel on the docks out off the coast. Big golden seahorse statue just outside the door. If I'm not in whenever you drop by, just check the boat docked across from it.

Beautiful little white and blue lady with Moby's Dick painted on the side.

[cantwalkwithoutit]

[ Oh God the face he's making at that ship's name. ]

...And who should I ask for?

[rayburn]

[He only added the 's, and somehow that's almost worse than naming it himself.]

Danny Rayburn, or the head chef, or the owner, or just Danny. Anyone working will know who you're looking for.

[cantwalkwithoutit]

Very well. I'll be sure to drop by soon.

(OOC: Would you like to do a log, or just continue from here?)

[rayburn]

You won't regret it.

(OOC: Here is fine if it works for you. I've been flooding the log comm lately. If you decide you want me to move it to logs lmk and I'll shift it.)

[The Restaurant is a fair sight classier than anyone who has had the misfortune of chatting with Danny might assume, and it's very well maintained and cared for with a healthy amount of love.

Danny is sitting at the bar, the doors and all the windows open to let the ocean breeze slide through the building unencumbered. He's got a pen in one hand and the latest menu in the other, making notes for ordering in certain ingredients and adjusting the menu to add a local ice cream shop's desserts to the current iteration. Before mid-day he's the only one generally there, and most of the business comes later in the evening hours. It's fast becoming a prime date spot for locals, at least.]

[cantwalkwithoutit]

[ Gold makes a point to put in an appearance a day later, finding the establishment easy enough and wandering in during its early hours in the hopes it will not be too busy. He's been invited to come see someone but it's something else to meet him where (and when) he works. The location puts him in mind of Storybrooke, though there weren't many especially fancy places there.

Dressed in a simple but tailored suit, as is his usual way, upon entering he looks as though he's uncertain he's in the right place, or if his timing is correct. ]

Mister Rayburn, was it?

[rayburn]

[Danny turns in his seat to get a look before stepping off the bar stools to go meet the man with a cheerful grin. He's easy to recognize from his cuddlr. Danny's no where near as fance, dressed in a simple button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows and some comfortable black pants, well fitted to keep from getting in the way while he works.

It's technically open hours, but the restaurant is quiet, his bartender not even on duty yet, and Danny approaches, offering a hand despite it not being his usual gesture. Gold looks the sort to appreciate the gesture.]

Mr. Gold. Call me Danny. Good to see you could make it on by. [He's got an interesting quirk to his voice, and he speaks warm and easy, like the world can wait. He's like a lazy summer day personified.]

Come have a seat, make yourself at home. You find your way all right? The beach loses some people to the views.

[cantwalkwithoutit]

[ Rayburn's manner immediately puts him at ease, despite himself. If Gold were the sort to dress differently, ever, he would feel overdressed. As it is, he doesn't seem to hold everyone to the same standard. He accepts Danny's hand easily, with a firm shake. There's a touch of nerves there that Danny might pick up on, just a little impulse that says he's letting go when he feels like he's held on too long. ]

I don't make a point to visit the beach as often as many do, I suppose. Once I knew where to look, you were easy enough to find.

[ And, well, it already smells good, at the very least. He knew he was in the right place when it drowned out the salt in the air. ]

...But thank you for inviting me.

[ He has no idea what he's doing, Danny. ]