So hold my hand | OPEN

[furgood]

Who| Meulin, Kurloz; Open!
What| Meulin ogles some Tributes and reunites with an old friend
Where| Tribute Commons
When| May 16th
Warnings/Notes| None right now

A] Main Commons; OPEN

Meulin had taken extra care in dressing this evening. Her skirt was a shimmering teal that clung to her legs, ending just above her knee. Her top was a soft gold muted gold, matte to make her skirt shine. Twin shell combs pulled her hair back from her face and drapped gold chains over the back of her hair. Gold bracelets connected to rings on her fingers. She wasn't ashamed of coming from a District, even if people saw it as lesser, but it would probably be troublesome if no one took her seriously. So it was best to dress the part, even if she wasn't going to a party.

She'd come far earlier than he'd suggested, eager to see the Tributes and perhaps speak with a few if she could. This was more reconnaissance than actually seeking out tributes for interviews but she wouldn't say no. Opportunities didn't just fall in ones lap but it could happen. Maybe.

After judicial thought as to the proper place to watch the elevator, she settled on a couch near the bar. It handily preventing her from walking too far in the too high heels her cousin had foisted on her and well, the view couldn't be beat. She'd never been to the Tower and it didn't disappoint. What a strange sort of place, full of people. Sponsors, she's sure, and several people she recognized from broadcasts and magazines. None came to speak to her but she wasn't surprised. These were all a level above her, a lowly writer, so she wouldn't expect to speak to them. It give her plenty of time and space to mull over a drink and think about the the past few days.

When someone caught her attention, she watched them, trying for subtle but often just staring. She's got a bit to learn about this people watching thing.


B] Main Commons; Closed to Kurloz

At some point, she'd moved to the bar, having decided blatantly staring at people wasn't the best way to make friends. Perched on a bar stool and She'd had much to think about after they had said their goodbyes on the network. Most of it had to do with her apparent status as an alternate to two separate trolls, one of whom had been here before. With each troll that had spoke to her, the likelihood that they were all separately lying became smaller and smaller. Though Terezi hadn't mentioned it all and wasn't she friends with her alter. She laced her fingers together and set her chin on them. And then there was how Kurloz never spoke, never even whispered. Not that she could have heard him if he had, but it certainly felt like he didn't. But he wanted to see her, spoke of her in the same way, like it never happened.

Her gaze slid towards the elevator and back to her drink, smiling faintly. Things could be worse. Much worse. Her eyes closed, only springing back open when the click of shoes on the floor stopped nearby.

Comments

[a_minute_younger]

Gary stares at her for a long moment, mouth quirked in a combination of confusion and amusement. On the one hand, he's never met someone who obsessively did animal puns out of context (except for maybe Feferi, but she's got the whole fish thing going for her, she kind of has an excuse) and he's not sure what to make of that. On the other, if it is really spontaneous and has nothing to do with anything, that's pretty badass.

In the end, Gary decides that he likes the second option better. His uncertain smile breaks into a full smirk.

Well
As long as you're having a WHALE of a time with them
It's not my place to try and STEER you in a different direction

[furgood]

Oh. Oh he's going to pun back. Well then, she can't take this lying down. He doesn't get to keep the notebook this time. She holds out her hand for the pen. Some puns work best in text after all. With pen in hand, she writes back a reply.

As if mew could do such a pawful thing! Besides, I do them beclaws I'm feline it! Not fur any other reason. So no one can stop me!

Except editors :((

[a_minute_younger]

It's about the point that Meulin takes away the pad of paper that Gary realizes, too late, that he's had a serious lapse of judgement. Meulin's pun game is simply too strong. Gary can't compete with this. Not without some serious thought and far more effort than he's willing to expend, anyways. Meulin can have this one.

With a sad, sympathetic smile, Gary holds out his hands to request the paper and pen back.

R ur editors not cat people
Make them cat people
Put cats in the vents until they become cat people
Or until they have 2 hire someone else who is cat people

[furgood]

Meulin wants to reply with a sad shake of her head, but the idea of forcing her editors into being cat people is pretty amusing. She really tries for sad eyes as she shakes her head but her lips quirk up into a barely contained smile.

"Sadly not, but it's okay. Meowbe if I keep trying, they will simply give in. I keep trying to sneak like ones that are just normal words in but they're super sensitive to it now. They change ANYTHING that might be a cat pun."

[a_minute_younger]

Gary as a brief moment of thought. It's amazing, that he's willing to spare so much brainpower on such a silly concept, but perhaps that's what it takes to really get his attention and get him to focus on something this long.

Play the meow game w/them

[furgood]

She isn't really aware of how much he's concentrating but it's rather amusing how stuck he is on the topic. How cute really. So intense about her right to make cat puns in her articles.

"What is the...meow game?"

[a_minute_younger]

Cat puns are about as serious as it gets. So are practical jokes. Gary smirks and chuckles as the anticipation overwhelms him, but manages to compose himself so he can actually explain.

Its where u say meow as many times as u can when ur talking 2 someone and see if they notice

Like "I would like 2 order a drink right meow" or "Thank u (meow) Now on2 the next point of business" or w/e

Subliminal messaging u get me

[furgood]

"Oh so you mean meow my entire life? I am a champion at this game meow know."

She hasn't done this particular variation on the unnecessary cat noises game but she had definitely shoved the word meow into places it had no business being. Talks with her parents, confessions, it is a bad bad habit. One her friends constantly whined about.

[a_minute_younger]

If there's anyone who would be willing to encourage her bad habits, Meulin has turned to precisely the right person.

Well obvs u havent done it enough

If ur ever in charge of making a commercial or w/e sneak cat pictures in there
Flash them on the screen for a sec
Trust me this cant go wrong

[furgood]

Even biting her lip, she still laughing and she presses her knuckles to her lips. She takes a breath to calm the attack of stubborn giggles and shakes her head.

"I write, strictly write. Meowbe I should take up commerical making. I'm sure this can't backfire at all."

[a_minute_younger]

To Meulin's credit, Gary looks genuinely excited--wide-eyed and open-mouthed, he gives a little inspired gasp and scribbles furiously on the paper.

DUDE
Look theres got 2b a way into that business b/c u would be perpurrfect for it
Think of all the cats
Go do it do it do it
Ill spot u give u my blessing etc

[furgood]

He's so excited, she can hardly bear to tell him how badly that would go. Whatever they're talking about now, because she's not sure if he still think she should do subliminal cats in commercials or cat commercials now.

"I enjoy writing articles far more than doing commercials. Not that I've ever tried but I can imagine," she laughs and then winks, "You do it and tell me which ones to watch."