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thecapitol2015-10-09 08:06 pm
furgood) wrote in thecapitol2015-10-09 08:06 pm
The only thing that's certain | Closed/Open
Who| Meulin & you!
What| Settling into the house and then heading out on the town
Where| D4 House; Speakeasy
When| Second week of the Arena
Warnings/Notes| Talk of arena deaths possibly
A. Closed to D4 House; Meulin's Room
Her room has been quietly set up to her satisfaction with her own two hands. There's a brand new corkboard hanging over the desk courtesy of Taria. It's hand painted like the ocean, but from underneath, with fish swimming along and the dappled rings of sunlight playing over the water above. Half of it is obscured in pictures of them together. Taria had insisted she take that scrap of paper from Celebrus that had her name and picture on it and that, too, is pinned up in the corner. The room shone with light, the shimmering white walls reflecting what comes from the windows that take up half the room. It's bright, just like she likes it.
The door to her room is open but on it hangs a whiteboard for messages to her with her name written prettily at the top. If they catch her inside, she's probably balanced on her desk chair or bed or some unreliable surface to hang a string of shells from some fixture or a picture on the wall. Sometimes, she even climbs her bookshelf to place something on top. Being short leads to innovation and possible injury.
"Aha!" She notices them almost right away and waves them in, "A little help?"
B. Closed to D4 House; Living Room
But later, they'd find her on the couch in front of the television she's not watching with a book in hand. Her attention is utterly captivated, so much so that she wouldn't notice the television channels changing or a person nearby unless they dropped down on the couch beside her. When she's suddenly aware of someone nearby, the book snaps shut and her eyes flick upwards.
"Oh--hi!"
OPEN; Speakeasy
This isn't really a working evening. She's here to watch, drink a little, and try to catch up on the gossip. If things come to her, she won't ignore them, but it's nice to just relax a little. It's even harder to keep up appearances at the new house, surrounded by people engrossed in the games and distancing themselves from the rebellion. She settles in at the bar and beams at the bartender. She's a regular who tips well, of course she's welcome. She greets anyone nearby with a smile and a soft hello.
Later, she steps out into the night, pleasantly buzzed, and pulls a blunt from her purse. Her friends are really awful influences. There's a moment of fumbling for her lighter and a noise of dismay. Her gaze darts around until it rests on the nearest figure.
"Excuse me, do you have a light?"
What| Settling into the house and then heading out on the town
Where| D4 House; Speakeasy
When| Second week of the Arena
Warnings/Notes| Talk of arena deaths possibly
A. Closed to D4 House; Meulin's Room
Her room has been quietly set up to her satisfaction with her own two hands. There's a brand new corkboard hanging over the desk courtesy of Taria. It's hand painted like the ocean, but from underneath, with fish swimming along and the dappled rings of sunlight playing over the water above. Half of it is obscured in pictures of them together. Taria had insisted she take that scrap of paper from Celebrus that had her name and picture on it and that, too, is pinned up in the corner. The room shone with light, the shimmering white walls reflecting what comes from the windows that take up half the room. It's bright, just like she likes it.
The door to her room is open but on it hangs a whiteboard for messages to her with her name written prettily at the top. If they catch her inside, she's probably balanced on her desk chair or bed or some unreliable surface to hang a string of shells from some fixture or a picture on the wall. Sometimes, she even climbs her bookshelf to place something on top. Being short leads to innovation and possible injury.
"Aha!" She notices them almost right away and waves them in, "A little help?"
B. Closed to D4 House; Living Room
But later, they'd find her on the couch in front of the television she's not watching with a book in hand. Her attention is utterly captivated, so much so that she wouldn't notice the television channels changing or a person nearby unless they dropped down on the couch beside her. When she's suddenly aware of someone nearby, the book snaps shut and her eyes flick upwards.
"Oh--hi!"
OPEN; Speakeasy
This isn't really a working evening. She's here to watch, drink a little, and try to catch up on the gossip. If things come to her, she won't ignore them, but it's nice to just relax a little. It's even harder to keep up appearances at the new house, surrounded by people engrossed in the games and distancing themselves from the rebellion. She settles in at the bar and beams at the bartender. She's a regular who tips well, of course she's welcome. She greets anyone nearby with a smile and a soft hello.
Later, she steps out into the night, pleasantly buzzed, and pulls a blunt from her purse. Her friends are really awful influences. There's a moment of fumbling for her lighter and a noise of dismay. Her gaze darts around until it rests on the nearest figure.
"Excuse me, do you have a light?"
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He gets it. He really does. And if that nod wasn't enough, he writes down exactly what she needed to hear. Someone else gets it.
"Exactly," She pulls her hands close to her chest, nodding in earnest, "I mean, we have different situations, but it's like that. I just want to be--want to make it good. For him."
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I just want to be good for him.
Derek feels the same. Chuck was his first, but he wasn't Chuck's, and he just wants to be enough for him. So Chuck won't regret that he settled on Derek, instead of continuing with the variety he got before.
He underlines me too where he'd written it in his book, then takes a closer look at the books she'd given him before something occurs to him and he starts writing again.
Want the ones I have that were useful?
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She smiles through her embarrassment, nodding at his underlining, though she didn't need it. Me too has been the theme of their whole conversation. But she nods again, more enthusiastic, when he offers an exchange.
"Oh--Did you have useful ones? Are they..." She gestures uselessly, not even with innuendo, "Would they be useful for my relationship? Different needs meowbe. Though I guess not that different sometimes."
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They can at least give ideas. Maybe not perfect but something so you're not going in blind.
Which is the worst thing, for him. Experimentation is fun, yeah, but not having a basis for it, something to springboard off of? That's what he hates.
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Could she just learn as she's going? Yes. Would she giggle at her mistakes and would Kurloz would be fine with them anyways? Of course. But they both share a desire to know things ahead of time, especially from books.
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He'd be lying if he said that the reminder was why he suggested it - but he'd also be lying if he said it wasn't nice.
I'll bring them to you. We can exchange notes, if you want.
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"Sounds like a plan. I have more books if you want something different later. Novels too, though I'm really unsure of how much you can put into practice. Fiction and all."