Jul. 20th, 2023 12:20 amPrivate tour for
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There's no better sign that a date went well than organising another before it's even finished. Generally that's the theory, anyway. Given that this could just be Yennefer's way of getting onto the island to see dinosaurs with a private tour, maybe she's just able to put up with the head warden. He doubts it though. He's seen what Yennefer can do. If she wanted to wander around the island she wouldn't need him to do it. Besides, he really had enjoyed their time together, and it seemed like Yennefer had as well.
This seems like a natural progression. Not only did she get to see him in his natural environment (work), but there's the thrill of infiltration along with this, too. Luckily the park isn't fully set up yet, and Muldoon knows the island like the back of his hand. He's spent plenty of time looking at their security blind spots, because he has to cover them manually, so she has no better guide around the island than him. Between his knowledge and her spells, they should manage to have a thoroughly successful trip.
Just like last time, Muldoon is waiting by a jeep. He'd given her instructions on where to meet him. It was a nice, secluded spot not too far from the docks. It helps with his backup story in case Yennefer's presence is noticed. This time he's wearing his uniform, full khaki and not dissimilar from what he wore on their last date. The most notable differences are the pistol on his hip and the ID badge on his pocket. At least nobody could mistake him for someone else.
This seems like a natural progression. Not only did she get to see him in his natural environment (work), but there's the thrill of infiltration along with this, too. Luckily the park isn't fully set up yet, and Muldoon knows the island like the back of his hand. He's spent plenty of time looking at their security blind spots, because he has to cover them manually, so she has no better guide around the island than him. Between his knowledge and her spells, they should manage to have a thoroughly successful trip.
Just like last time, Muldoon is waiting by a jeep. He'd given her instructions on where to meet him. It was a nice, secluded spot not too far from the docks. It helps with his backup story in case Yennefer's presence is noticed. This time he's wearing his uniform, full khaki and not dissimilar from what he wore on their last date. The most notable differences are the pistol on his hip and the ID badge on his pocket. At least nobody could mistake him for someone else.
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Settling back in the jeep, she glances toward the raptor paddock one last time before they drive off; as if she half expects them to charge the fences again, just to attempt to startle them. Which isn't a bad strategy, predators making their prey afraid enough to run. But, they remained silent and hidden. The impression they'd left on Yennefer is not one that will fade from memory any time soon.
"A few times, yes," she answers as they sit and wait at the dilophosaur paddock, watching the foliage. A thought comes to mind then - "I suppose... technically, it might be possible to portal to your world, but going backward in time. To when these animals still populated the landscape." Magic had it's limits, but if there's anything she's learned over the centuries it's that the type of spells out there were incredibly diverse; and sometimes it was only a matter of finding the right spell book.
Still, she's quick to add - "I've never attempted it, and would be very reluctant to do so. I'm not even sure I could, but I can't help but wonder what it would be like. What your world looked liked so long ago."
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"I'd like to see the dragonfly that used to exist when these animals did," he admits quietly before his enthusiasm raises his voice again. "There was more oxygen in the world then, so even the insects were much larger. Their wingspan was almost a meter long, and dragonflies are the most successful predator in the world. Imagine seeing one that size at work."
Though he only lets himself daydream for a moment before looking at her again. "But I think you're right. Magic is dangerous enough without you going back in time as well. You'd be exhausted, the world would be dangerous, and you wouldn't have any other people to get help from if you needed it."
Which is a rather roundabout way of saying that he'd worry about her.
A dash of movement catches his eye and he sits up in his seat. Taking the binoculars, he scans the undergrowth until he spots what he's looking for. Handing the binoculars over to Yennefer, he points as he directs her. "See there, by the rock and the large fern? You should see an animal with two crests. They're curious animals, and tend to come along to investigate strange sounds."
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But, the reality was as he'd stated - it would simply be too dangerous to go alone; and if she made even a small mistake she would be putting herself at great risk. His comments earn a slow, knowing smile from her; as she can recognize the concern behind his words. "Is this your way of saying you would worry about me?" she asks with a slightly teasing lift of her brow.
Once he shifts in his seat she's quick to set her focus back on the foliage, and when he hands her the binoculars she scans around to the spot he's indicated; letting out a small sound of surprise when she sees the crests he'd mentioned. "How interesting - it's rather slight in stature," she comments, her gaze glued to the animal as it moves - it seems curious and almost innocuous. "If I didn't know about the venom I might think it to be far less of a threat than it is, just on size alone." But, based on the row of teeth she can see, there's no doubt this is still very much a predator. "How do they respond to the wardens?"
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"Their curiosity is stronger than their fear more often that I'd like. They'll come along to investigate anything and attack if they think they have an opportunity, or if they perceive any aggressive body language."
As he moves to get a better look, he comes closer to her, and lowers his voice a little. "You should be able to see some colour on her neck. They have frills which are really very impressive, but when splayed out generally means they're going to attack. They've caught out a few newer wardens with their head-tilt and the gentle cooing sound they make."
"Thankfully due to their size and the antivenin that was developed, they're not as bad to deal with as the raptors or the tyrannosaur." With a small mutter he adds, "Though their bite does hurt like a-." He stops himself, glances at her and rephrases. "It does hurt a lot."
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When he leans in closer, she's momentarily distracted by that proximity and by his voice lowering a bit; her mind going back to their evening at the beach and of being in his arms. But she manages to still pay attention to his words; noticing the color on the dilophosaur's neck and wondering at what their frills must look like. "A clever distraction to draw the eye," she remarks. She's not sure how much she'd trust a gentle cooing sound from a carnivore, but she can't fault the wardens for reacting as they had. After all, these are extinct species; it's not as if it's common knowledge how to avoid an attack like one would with any other predator.
When he stops himself, she lowers the binoculars and gives him a look, part scolding but mostly amusement. "I can imagine." There's a grin on her face as she lifts the binoculars again to get another glimpse; then eventually hands them over to him.
"It's astounding." She sighs with a shake of her head. "I've only seen a few species so far, but already I feel as though my perception of your world is... drastically altered. Your species and dinosaurs are separated by such a vast gap of time. This shouldn't be possible." She muses aloud, and coming from someone who regularly alters reality with her magic, the of the statement isn't lost on her.
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The admission gets a small smile from him. "Would it help if I told you that I was the same when I first saw this? Everyone is. This is like nothing anyone's ever seen before." He nods his head towards the dinosaur in the paddock who hops over a log. "Once people see this, the world isn't going to be the same ever again."
Which is an intimidating thought. There's a lot of questions over morality, ethics, nature and science around all of this. None of which Muldoon is particularly equipped to tackle. No, he's focused on the animals. He's got a job and he's determined to do it well.
"It does make a person a bit more prepared for learning about magic," he adds casually. "Real magic and other worlds and strange new creatures." After a moment's thought he tilts his head at her. "But that's your every day."
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She glances toward the dinosaur once more as the weight behind his words settle. "You're right. But it's already changed, for better or worse; the moment your scientist and your boss decided to bring these animals back." She leans her head back against the seat and looks over at him, thinking about the unique and dangerous position he's in with this job.
She can't fault him for taking it, as she would have done the same thing; were she in his position. Still, a part of her can't help but worry now; and that shows in the furrow of her brow and the concern in her gaze as she looks at him without speaking for a moment. The fate of this island and whatever it's trajectory may be; success, controversy, disaster, or failure - he's tied to that.
With his next comment, she internally snaps herself out of that line of thinking and her expression slowly softens into an undeniably warm and affectionate smile as she responds - "That it is. And how fortunate for me that I happened to cross paths with someone who understands that." She reaches out to place her hand atop his. "Not to mention someone I share so many other things in common with." Which, truly; was a rare thing. She'd met plenty of people she could call friends, but it was very rare she came across someone as like minded as Muldoon. She could easily see him taking up residence in her heart, if things kept on as they were.
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Though that feeling changes into confusion as he watches her brow get heavy, troubled. Part of him starts to wonder if she's tempted to put an end to all of this. It wouldn't surprise him. He might be a part of it, but that doesn't mean he agrees with everything they're doing here. Still, he'd rather not have to come into conflict with Yennefer, so he's glad that expression passes and is replaced by a smile.
Taking her hand in his, he lifts it to his lips and kisses her knuckles in a silent reciprocation of her affection.
"I'd better not disappoint, then." He starts up the jeep and watches the dilophosaur chirp and dart away before he gets them moving again. "I'll show you the last few dinosaurs we have on the island, then... Well, there's not much to eat here. I wouldn't want to put you through the canteen's food, and the restaurant isn't open yet. I'm afraid the most I could offer you is a drink to cap the day off."
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Still smiling as the jeep heads down the road, she chuckles at his comment of canteen food. "That's alright, a drink to cap off the adventure of the day sounds lovely." Though the remark he'd made does make her wonder what the workers here eat.
"If the restaurant isn't open, I'd hope you and the other workers aren't subjected to food that's too terribly dreadful. Considering the rigors of the job and the risk in general, you ought to at least have decent meals as compensation." She glances over at him, a bit of mischief and plotting in her expression. "I could have something sent in via portal every so often." As if that wouldn't raise suspicions, but she could always figure out some convenient explanation. Or, failing that; use magic.
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"My boss has to cut costs somewhere," Muldoon points out. "Our meals are well rounded, but nothing to write home about. The meat is always dry, the vegetables never fresh, and a bit of salt and pepper are the only spices involved. But I've had worse."
That offer gets a glance. "Don't tempt me with things like that. I won't ask you to make me richer or stronger with magic, but a properly cooked and flavoured leg of lamb might get me to break."
In the grand scheme of things he has relatively simple tastes, but decent meat is a weakness. There's nothing more painful to a hunter than seeing his hard work and an animal's life wasted by a poor cook. It's the one area he has standards, and the island's canteen staff are surely here to torment him with it.
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Her expression twists in clear distaste at the description he provides of the food. Dry meat, no fresh vegetables and only salt and pepper - she's deeply offended by it; particularly the lack of proper spices. It's not as if she hasn't had to survive on far less than that in dire situations, but that was different. This was an isolated island, it's not as if the workers had the option to get their meals at nearby restaurants or cook something themselves.
"I simply cannot abide by that," she states with a slight shake of her head. "I know of several places that serve particularly delicious lamb, I'll have it sent over," said with a tone that doesn't invite any argument. "And fresh fruit and vegetables as well, you're all likely to get scurvy at this rate," she teases with a dry tone.
She's not particularly surprised that food for the workers was where they'd decided to cut costs, but it's another mark against his boss.
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"Thank you, but it's alright," he insists. "Even if I did have the time, I don't think I'd be able to cook much better than the canteen. And I wouldn't know where to begin explaining how I managed to smuggle fresh food onto the island."
Because he can't look at her for long, she only gets a pointed glance. "And I won't have you spending your money on me like that. The food here is edible. It does the job."
"Besides." She gets another glance. "I've been here seven years and haven't gotten scurvy yet."
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"And for the record, money is not really an issue when you have lived as long as I have. You should reconsider letting me do something nice for you," she remarks with some light scolding, though there's a smile on her face as she does so.
It was the truth as well, she'd amassed a sizable amount of money and valuables over the years. Enough to keep her comfortable, even in a foreign world. Besides, she did like the idea of surprising him with something that he liked, especially after he'd surprised her with so many delightful things on their first date; and this date as well.
"Perhaps you have a supernatural immunity to scurvy," she teases.
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"Maybe if you don't get me anything too fancy, or too often," he concedes. Partly because she made him laugh, and partly because he doesn't want to actually annoy her. "And if you promise not to date any of my coworkers. Since that's exactly what they'll try to do if I tell them that's how I'm getting fed properly."
He has to slow as he takes them off road again and through another gate, back into an animal paddock.
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Once they're traveling off the road again her attention it back on their surroundings, trying to catch a glimpse at which animal might be next.
With all the various gates they've gone through, and the unfamiliar territory in general; it's hard to tell exactly where they are anymore in terms of the island. Which makes her think how easy it would be to get lost in such a place, and how dangerous if one happened to get lost in the wrong paddock.
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Settling in place, a smile tugs at Muldoon's mouth. It's a good view, and he is proud of his animals. It's a nice reminder to round off a good trip. Being able to go off road like this means he's managed to show Yennefer animals that can sometimes be picky about their appearances. Which is good, because he wanted her to see them. He wanted to share all of this with her. A thought which has him looking over at her with that understated smile of his.
"What do you think?"
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Meanwhile, her expression tells the story quite clearly of the awe she feels - her mouth dropping open with a gasp as she leans forward in her seat, hands gripping the dashboard; she can feel the ground shudder and the car moving slightly along with it as the brachiosaurs move.
"It's the most beautiful sight..." she says softly. "I cannot believe how tall they are - their necks; and they all seem to be getting along, moving together as one..." She's basically thinking aloud at this point, her gaze shifting from each animal. She's silent in her observation for a few long moments; feeling like she could sit here for hours and not grow tired of just watching them. For all the risks and questions she still has about the 'how' of this place, she can understand the appeal of being able to work among such extraordinary creatures.
"Thank you for sharing this with me, Robert." She breaks the silence finally, leaning back in her seat; her smile bright and beaming as she looks over at him.
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It's impossible for him not to smile back when she turns to him, though as with everything his expression is more subdued. Still, he smiles and nods. "You're very welcome, Yennefer."
"When the park opens it will be easier for you to come and visit, you know. You can enjoy the rides and some proper food." Which is to say, he doesn't want her to be a stranger here. He wants to be able to make her face light up like that all the time. "And, as long as there isn't an emergency, I'll always make time for you."
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His words make it impossible for her smile to fade, especially when he also smiles back at her (though it's far less beaming than hers, of course; but that's the standard). To express her appreciation and the swell of happiness she feels in the moment, instead of any more words Yennefer leans over to kiss him.
The console between their car seats makes it so that she can't quite press against him as closely as she'd have liked; so instead she tugs at his shirt in the process - both to steady herself and draw him closer to her.
After a moment she releases her hold on the fabric of his shirt, pressing a softer, barely there kiss against his lips as she murmurs - "You know I ought to get some sort of special compensation for having managed to make the ever so serious warden smile multiple times today." Said teasingly with a smirk as she gradually settles back into her seat.
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It takes him a moment to gather his thoughts together before he replies. A more difficult task than he'd expected with those softly spoken words against his lips.
"I have some whiskey and that wine you gave me ack at my bungalow," he finally manages to say. There's another moment before he's able to move his gaze from her lips to her eyes. "Unless there's some other compensation you'd prefer instead."
There aren't many women these days who can throw him for a loop, but Yennefer manages with ease. Muldoon hasn't had to contend with a women so confident and sexy in a long, long time and he feels exceptionally out of practice around her. She's not making it easy for him, either. How is he meant to think straight with her pulling moves like that? He's not sure, but for now he's reasonably sure he's doing an acceptable job.
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His offer pulls a grin from her. "I can think of a few things," she responds in a bit of a sultry tone, her gaze drifting back to his lips for a moment before she meets his eyes again. "Drinks would be an excellent place to start." Both the spark of heat in her gaze and her tone are purposefully suggestive.
She thinks again in that moment that it's probably best she doesn't work with him, as she'd shamelessly take every chance she got to attempt to flirt with and fluster him. Assuming of course that she wouldn't get fired within the week for verbally sparring with his boss on a variety of issues.
"I'm pleased to hear you haven't finished the bottle of wine," she remarks with a smile. "It's much better when shared, after all."
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"I thought it best not to drink any more unsupervised," he quips back as he starts the jeep up again.
He takes the scenic route out of the paddock, allowing Yennefer as much time as he can to watch the animals before they disappear from view. Though he takes a shortcut to avoid the camera-lined main routes, he gives her a heads up when they start to approach the island's worker villages. There are walls and a gate which opens up automatically at the flash of Muldoon's badge. Inside are a few rather basic looking buildings, and most of them are residential in some shape or form.
It's to one of the quiet, nicer looking bungalows pressed up against the outer wall which Muldoon parks outside. Though he glances around, the area is very quiet this time of day and there isn't a soul to be seen. He opens the jeep door for her and closes it behind her once she's out before opening up the front door and stepping inside.
If there was any doubt that Muldoon was rather utilitarian, it would be dispelled by stepping inside his island home. Other than a few books and photographs, he hasn't added a single bit of individualised decoration to his home. Nor is anything really out of place, but that's more a testament to how little he stays here. Still, it's small but light, neat, and furnished properly as if ready for a magazine photographer.
Muldoon glances at Yennefer as he steps inside. "It's not a castle, but it does the job."
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The buildings within are nothing flashy, but she wouldn't expect as much. They look secure though, thanks the the walls surrounding the area; and that she'd guess is the most important part. When they reach Muldoon's bungalow and he opens the car door for her, she glances around as she steps outside. It's rather peaceful and quiet, the only sounds she can discern are those of the birds and insects humming. It must be nice, she thinks, being able to live and work in an environment free of the constant noise of the industrialized world.
The interior of his home is about what she had expected - clean, tidy, organized; and very much lacking in any discernable personal touches. It makes her smile as being so very him. "I have a feeling even if you did reside in a castle, it might look somewhat similarly uninhabited," she teases as she nudges his shoulder playfully with hers. "It's well decorated, and quite cozy," she compliments genuinely, then wanders toward where the few photographs are; curious to see what pictures he has chosen to keep on display.
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There are several photographs around. Yennefer would be forgiven for thinking Muldoon is a time traveller in disguise based on the one in pride of place. The black and white wedding photo has a couple posing seriously for their wedding. As it turns out, apart from heavy laugh lines and a thick moustache, Muldoon is the spitting image of his father. His mother looks quintessentially English and despite the rigidness of the picture manages to look both nervous and happy. Beside this picture is one of a black family, having wrangled several generations together for a family photo, unable to hide their vibrant smiles.
Almost all of the rest are from various points in Muldoon's life. Seemingly the only way to get him in a picture is to insist on a team photo. Images of the younger warden have him surrounded by people in uniforms which match his, Kenyans from tribal communities, or Indian rangers, in various combinations. All of which have Muldoon with his iconic totally-not-a-smile-smile whether he has his hat on or not to shade him from the sun.
"I don't expect you have cameras back in your world," Muldoon comments as he returns with a glass of wine and offers it to her. "It would be paintings, wouldn't it? Have you ever had your photo taken? Or your portrait painted?"
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She takes a sip and savors it for a moment before answering with a shake of her head. "No cameras, though the technology for it is not far off. Most of our technological advances come from magic first, then are brought into being with more practical means," she explains. "As for now, yes, regrettably," she drags the word out with some emphasis, "it is painted portraits only, and they are absolutely as tedious to sit for as you might imagine." She chuckles a bit and takes another sip of her wine.
"It's usually only nobility that has their portraits painted, but mages are often hired in positions to serve the nobles, so we're roped into it occasionally as well. My former teacher, Tissaia, would insist that having one's likeness captured is a high honor and ought to be taken seriously." She lifts a brow, indicating she does not necessarily agree, but there's warmth in her tone when speaking of her former mentor.
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