[001 - video]

[freeholding]

[Two men have settled into one of the larger rooms of the Tower. One is tall and lean and looks vaguely untrustworthy, like someone you wouldn't want to share a cab with. He's got a mean-looking scar through the right side of his face, a silver pentacle around his neck, and a dramatic black leather duster hanging off his frame. He's the one seated on the floor, a circle drawn around him (was that done in chalk?) on the lumpy carpet.

The other man is far more respectable looking, but something about him would incite nervousness and distrust if you met him in person. He's older, with greying hair and eyes the color of dead grass. Dressed like a businessman in tailored Givenchy and silver cufflinks, there is nonetheless the sense of a prowling panther as he paces slowly around the outside of the circle.]

Are you ready? [says the man in the suit.]

[The one in the circle opens an eye to glare at his companion.] Are you interrupting a wizard when he's wizarding?

We're on a time table, Dresden.

A what? [The one by the name of "Dresden" squints at the other man like he's in awe of his existence.] I don't care how OCD you are, you don't have a time table yet.

Near and present danger.

Hell's bells, fine. Operation Stress-test commencing in five... four... [His voice trails off as he closes his eyes again, focusing before:] Hexus.

[There's a quick series of pops as all the lights burst into showers of sparks, power sockets go up smoke, and the NV's feed promptly goes dead.]

[[OOC: Blue font is Harry, Green font is John and they'll be replying separately to your comments!

If you'd like to play along, Harry just hexed the electrical things (lights, AC units, TVs, anything really) in their room, and the effect may spread to anyone nearby in the Tower apartments. Feel free to suddenly have a freezing cold shower or have your radio cut out, etc.]]

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[freeholding]

[John opens his mouth, but reconsiders. No, no, too easy.]

Until my real estate division says that your neighborhood is ready for renovations and gentrification, you're safe.

[He's not going to point out that they'd need less protection is Dresden didn't stay around them, because that's not helpful roommate behavior.] You're not going to tell me why you suddenly want the window, are you?

[forzare]

[ To his credit, Harry resists the urge to air-quote at John: ] Aw thanks, I'll sleep "safe and sound" now that I know that.

Okay so, [ and then he gets animated, which is just one of those tells that says i'm attempting to lie ] I figure I've lived in a basement all this time, so it's about time that I had a room with a view. Even if it's not that great of a view. You can fight me for it, but I got dibs.

[freeholding]

[John holds up his hands in a placating gesture.] By all means, enjoy. [He doesn't believe a word of it, but is too weary to press.]

[forzare]

[ Half-expecting the usual you're a terrible liar harry, he's a little taken back when John concedes. (The truth is that it's one more entrance to watch, in case the supposed Darkness-proofing fails.) ]

Tomorrow then. We'll start with supplies and sustenance and I'll see what I can dig up for work in the meanwhile.