[OPEN] Let me hear your voice

[seduceme]

Who: Christelle and anyone who might be moving past the language classroom during lunch time
What: Someone's stolen the Big Bad Wolf's phone and is setting all the staff ringtones to personalised moans
When: 17/09
Where: The French/Spanish classroom
Warnings: Annoying women transforming into her colleagues to make nsfw sounds into a phone. Most likely, this will attract some swearing at her.

Christelle likes to be creative when it comes to her pranks, particularly when dealing with Bigby Wolf. Given his rude dismissal of a date she'd arranged for him with a lovely young woman in the city, she'd filched his phone during one of their last conversations (i.e. she kept making jokes of his eating habits until he tried to punch her. Again.). Now that she's got some time between classes on her lunch break, she's going through his contact list and making custom ringtones for each of the staff, transforming into said person and practising making some rather inappropriate sounds until she's satisfied with one, saved, and moved on. She's even being productive, practising the noises while marking papers!

Needless to say, anyone stopping in will catch her as any of the other staff members pausing mid-moan to greet them, easily transforming back into her regular self. "Bonjour! Did you need something?"

Comments

[thirdarrow]

He raises an eyebrow.

"By imitating our colleagues?" At least have some decorum...?

Plus, he was quite sure he heard something very similar to himself. A quick scan reveals no other individuals other than the two of them in this room.

[seduceme]

"Wouldn't you if you could?"

That's actually a serious question with a surprised look on her face to accompany it. She's not above temporarily assuming someone else's form just to make faces in the mirror.

[thirdarrow]

"No, I would not." Because it's rude. He certainly wouldn't appreciate being duplicated.

And of course, he has noticed her putting something into the drawer. He is observant, after all.

"May I know what you have placed in your desk?"

[seduceme]

He might be observant but she used to be a professional spy - lying comes naturally to her. At his question though, she raises her brow and asks, "When 'ave the contents of my desk been of your concern?"

[thirdarrow]

"If you have nothing to hide, then you would not be asking this question."

He says this evenly, gaze still unnaturally keen. It's quite rare that he has to pull out his sharp logic - it's a situation that is rarely encountered in the modern day, after all. But not in the shadowy memories that he has long suspected to be from a previous life.

[seduceme]

"You are not my confessor. But, if it bothers you so much-"

She pulls out the drawer and begins laying out its contents on the desk. Unfortunately, this means there's a lot of stuff she's had to confiscate off the students, including but not limited to a box of condoms (each one had a different smiley face scribbled on), several shades of lipsticks, a lighter, some packs of gum, a yoyo and numerous phones that had gone off during class, waiting to be collected at the end of the day.

"Satisfied?"

[thirdarrow]

He answers smoothly, without missing a beat.

"And which one did you just put in?"

[seduceme]

She raises her brow and answers, "Why does it matter to you?"

[thirdarrow]

"Do you have something to hide?"

He says this with a slow blink.

"It is not that I do not trust you, but as a member of the school I believe we all have responsibility to ensure nothing averse happens."

And what you have been doing has been quite suspicious.

[seduceme]

"I think, mon ami, you are showing a distinct lack of trust for me. What I do in my spare time is 'ardly something that concerns you or the school."

[thirdarrow]

"It would be, if you are using others' identities to engage in whimsy and... questionable pursuits."

He aligns his fingertips together.

"I believe you require a little more respect of individuals' rights to their own visages." He still hasn't raised his voice, but it should be apparent that he is indeed more than just a little displeased.

And dancing around the question isn't going to win Christelle any points either.

[seduceme]

"And I'm beginning to suspect you are far too sensitive for your own good," she mutters, rolling her eyes as she pulls out her PDA for a cigarette. "If it does no 'arm to the person, physically, mentally or even to their reputation, is it so wrong? And if you answer 'yes' I am going to suspect you 'ave absolutely no sense of 'umor and pity the students 'oo try 'aving a little fun with each other."

[thirdarrow]

"May I remind you that you are choosing to engage such acts in a public venue? Quite a few students have passed by. I would not mind in the slightest if you had done so in private, but in public you are damaging quite a few reputations."

His gaze sharpens acutely at this point, and it's evident that any trace of cordiality has vanished from his tone.

"I certainly did not give you permission to use my form in such a way."

(Yes. He's heard.)

[seduceme]

"If I stopped to ask permission each time I used someone else's form, I'd 'ave died a very long time ago."

She actually rolls her eyes and picks up Bigby's phone, scrolling through the contacts until she finds his one and deleting the tone. "There. All evidence of my indiscretions involving your precious voice are gone. Satisfied, or are you going to turn my organs into pâté?"

[thirdarrow]

"Choosing not to defame our colleagues would not have cause you grevious harm. Unless I am mistaken, then by all means please enlighten me."

Oh, he's not done with you yet. That phone is most probably not hers. And she has inadvertently admitted to recording voices.

"What will you be doing with those voices, may I know?"

[seduceme]

"A little joke between one of our colleagues," she sniffed, lighting up her cigarette and putting the phone back down. "I imagine 'e will throw a tantrum but it's 'ardly something irreparable."

[thirdarrow]

"You will incur the wrath of more than one individual. if you decide to go through with this." He can think of at least three people who would be just as furious as he. Though he can't (and has enough self-control not to) force her to give the phone to him, he certainly can take note of it's appearance and seek out who it is.

"Hardly something irreparable, you say? Quite a few will hold you to those words."

[seduceme]

"Go water the plants or whatever it is you do to relax yourself," she snorts, taking a relaxed inhale of smoke. "And if they 'ave problems with the matter, they can come and 'ave it sorted themselves without you standing in as their little white knight."

She then checks the time and adds, "You may want to leave in any case. I do believe the owner will be coming soon and I imagine things will get very noisy."

Surely Bigby's figured out where his phone has gone by now.

[thirdarrow]

He just watches her for a few moments, expression unreadable.

"Be careful when you gamble, Desrosiers. You may lose much more than you bargained for."

For once, he pronounces her surname flawlessly despite his accent. There is a very brief flash of disdain in his eyes before he takes his leave.

[seduceme]

"Enjoy the rest of your day~" she calls after him 'sweetly' before going through Bigby's contacts again.