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[Riley’s giggling can be heard even if her face can’t be seen. It seems she’s currently sneaking through Needle in a Haystack to where there are a bunch of voices. With a snort, the giggling stops as she aims the view around the corner to show…

A bunch of shirtless Assassins in various stages of irritation over the fact. It’s so funny to her that she has to share this with the world.]

[Altaïr’s arms are crossed over his chest (not that that does anything to hide it) and irritation is written all over his face.]

They just disappear? Nothing will stay on any of us?

[An Italian accent chimes in, and Ezio turns his head towards the group, back to the camera, and actually trying not to smile. Okay, so in between all of this war, it’s funny to him, despite the irritation he may feel.]

I have only tried once- and as much as I wish to see if it would work, I am not certain I wish to sacrifice more of my clothes if Asgard demands we remain this way.

[A second equally Italian accent chimes in, far less entertained sounding.]

Is this a regular occurrence in this city then? People’s decency revoked for… amusement?

Come now, padre, you make it sound as if we are treated like barbarians. [Ezio can’t really hide the smile he’s wearing. Oops.] I do not mind the attention so much.

Your madre will have me up by my thumbs for parading about in public!

So will my wife. [Altaïr hesitates, as if he’s not really sure.] Most likely.

[ In the midst of the Assassins' kerfuffle, Desmond hurries in from the summer heat, equally shirtless and equally vexed. ]

Does anyone have a spare- oh.

[ If he wasn't bewildered before... ] Really?

[ It seems like Natasha is always last to know these things - but it was really inconvenient, to be honest. She’d been at work at the bar when her shirt had suddenly decided to take a vacation to god-knows-where. Now she’s come to join the cavalcade, hands propped on her hips once she spots the predicament of everyone else. Her bra has decided to stick around for the party, at least so far. ]

I liked that shirt. And I liked the rest of you with shirts, no matter how .. interesting .. the view. [ She sighs slightly, not ashamed of being sans-shirt but definitely very far from pleased. What’s next? Their pants? ]

[Connor wanders by Riley’s hiding spot about that point, utterly unruffled by his current state. He pauses briefly and glances in her direction.] Good morning, Riley. [And moves on with his day. These boxes won’t unload themselves!]

[Immediately everything falls silent as everyone but Connor turns to look at the Novice Assassin with looks that say she had better run.]

You should be impressed I was here this long without you noticing? She does look better than all of the rest of you though.

[That doesn't help the problem and she bursts out laughing as the angle changes to show Riley laughing her ass off as she runs as fast as she can because she is in SO MUCH TROUBLE.]

FUCKING WORTH IT!

[ooc: Welcome to the shirtless curse brought to you by Altaïr, Giovanni, Ezio, Desmond, Natasha, and Connor. It's an Assassin shirtless party! Well, most of the Assassins. Riley, for example, did not get hit and made the most of it.

Network responses very welcome but there will be an open thread for people to visit Needle in a Haystack if they want to see all the shirtless Assassins in person! Enjoy!]

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If you are going to insult someone, you ought to be taught to do it right [ he says serenely and twinkles brightly at her ]

Besides, you still do not know if I am teaching you truthfully, or not. [ except he is, because LANGUAGE ]

Pleeeease. You totally are. You wouldn't bullshit me on your own language.

[ He shrugs agreeably ]

You have caught me out, I see! Aye well, at the least I know if any of my kin walk these lands you will, at least, be able to insult them properly.

Hell yeah I will!

Okay. Got the tea. Give me a few minutes and then I demand cakes.

The door is always open for you - as is the upstairs window. Third one.

[ How well he knows you ]

[She gasps.]

It's like you know I love windows.

No, truly? [ He parrots her expression back at her, pitch perfect, then chuckles ]

I will see you soon.

We'll work on that. Next time instead of "truly" say "really" and you'll nail it.

[Laughing, she gives him a salute then signs off so she can run there.

Man. She's done a lot of running today.]

[ He chuckles back and turns off on his own end. Best get the kettle boiling. ]

[Riley arrives through the window, landing with all that grace of an animal as she pulls the bag from her mouth before going over to him and smiling.]

Hey, Mag.

Suilad, herunya

[ He calls up at her from downstairs ]

The kettle is boiling, come down!

Coming!

[Running down, she holds out the bag with several kinds of tea in it.]

It's on me. Here.

For me? [ He brightens and takes the bag to open it and eye the collection appreciatively - it is not a thing he had thought to love, but between Brax and Alice, he drinks enough of it now to please a hobbit ]

Thank you Riley, I will enjoy these. Any in there that you want to try? The kettle is boiling. [ And the berry cakes are on the table, nice and warm ]

Pick one. I don't know what goes best with the cakes.

[She's already floating one right to her hand before taking a big bite out of it. Delicious.]

Hm, what do you fancy trying this one? 'Creme Brulee' they call it [ he eyes the labels as he opens it ] "A silky, decadent sweet treat. Velvety vanilla plays with caramelised hazelnuts in a gorgeously golden brew. An intense aroma enhances a refined and delicate infusion. Creamy and dreamy, this buttery caramel delight sings the song of after-dinner contentment" [ he reads off and raises an eyebrow ]

It certainly sounds lovely, I suppose we shall have to see if the taste matches its description.

Founs goo' t' me.

[Talking with her mouth full. It's happening again.]

[ The scold this time comes with a straight face, but awareness in the twinkle of his eyes ]

Don't talk with your mouth full.

[Her mature response is to stick her tongue out at him.]

[ And his is to pop a lid on them and lean on it meaningfully ]

[Was that a challenge? Riley grins and then covers her ears up to keep herself from hearing any music he tries.

Then her powers are in action to yank at the cake container to make it fly away from him and around the room while she's left giggling like the brat she is.]

[ It was, and her response gets a delighted grin. He doesn't fall when she yanks it out, turning the drop onto the table into a roll and he lunges for the floating tray almost impossibly fast. He isn't singing. Probably. ]

[Nope! No plate for Maglor! It even does a comical thing of waiting for him before dashing away to another part of the room. And she still isn't uncovering her ears. So there.]

[ a low rumble of a laugh as the plate dances out of reach and Maglor spins neatly... and this time, he's going for Riley. Incidentally, did you know that hands don't block all sound? Suggestion weaves in the air, drop it ]

[Which she does. Only to dive after them so she can grab some cakes from it. Hey, she's not perfect but she's still got plenty of willfulness in there.

That and she really wants those cakes.]

[ A delighted laugh and the cake in her hands turns into a puppy, licking joyfully at her and Maglor uses the distraction to come up and snag the rest and put them back on the table ]

Tea's ready.

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