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thecapitol2013-12-01 01:04 pm
embraceit) wrote in thecapitol2013-12-01 01:04 pm
out and about [open!]
Who| Lestat & you!
What| Down time in the common room, and then a shopping spree.
Where| Starting off at the District 6 Common Room, then all over town.
When| Week 6
Warnings/Notes| General warning for terribleness, will edit if needed.
District 6 Common Room
Lestat was not looking forward to this idea of 'mentoring.' He didn't want anything to do with these people, no matter if they were from his District or not. Besides, he was watching the Games (of course-didn't everybody?) and some of these people were simply...he had his work cut out for him, at least.
If he was to mentor these people, then he had at least put in a minimal effort. After all, the Capitol had told him in no uncertain terms to put in effort and do things-something he wasn't looking forward to. They never said he had to actively search them out, though. They'd some through the Common Room eventually, that was good enough. So, slouched on a couch in the Common Room, he flipped through a trashy magazine. As people entered, Lestat lazily waved them over, to talk about whatever stupid article he was reading.
"You, come over here. What do you think of this?" he asked, pointing at an inane article-possibly about clothes, possibly about a celebrity, possibly about both.
All About Town
After he got the traditional boring mentoring bits out of the way, Lestat had decided to hit the town. After all, if he was going to spend time in these boring quarters, he needed to personally outfit it a bit more. So, Lestat meandered from shop to shop, looking at fancy clothes, lavish home goods, way too expensive and gaudy curtains, things like that. He was dressed to the nines today, which in Lestat's fashion sense, translated as lots of frills and ruffs. Waaaaay too many frills.
He walked from shop to shop, not really caring about others as he did. Why should he, after all? They were just normal, average citizens-he had proved himself better than them ages ago. So, as he shopped, it is entirely possible that he bumped into people, accidentally trod on some feet, cut someone off in line without second thought, etc. etc. without even realizing it or giving a damn.
What| Down time in the common room, and then a shopping spree.
Where| Starting off at the District 6 Common Room, then all over town.
When| Week 6
Warnings/Notes| General warning for terribleness, will edit if needed.
District 6 Common Room
Lestat was not looking forward to this idea of 'mentoring.' He didn't want anything to do with these people, no matter if they were from his District or not. Besides, he was watching the Games (of course-didn't everybody?) and some of these people were simply...he had his work cut out for him, at least.
If he was to mentor these people, then he had at least put in a minimal effort. After all, the Capitol had told him in no uncertain terms to put in effort and do things-something he wasn't looking forward to. They never said he had to actively search them out, though. They'd some through the Common Room eventually, that was good enough. So, slouched on a couch in the Common Room, he flipped through a trashy magazine. As people entered, Lestat lazily waved them over, to talk about whatever stupid article he was reading.
"You, come over here. What do you think of this?" he asked, pointing at an inane article-possibly about clothes, possibly about a celebrity, possibly about both.
All About Town
After he got the traditional boring mentoring bits out of the way, Lestat had decided to hit the town. After all, if he was going to spend time in these boring quarters, he needed to personally outfit it a bit more. So, Lestat meandered from shop to shop, looking at fancy clothes, lavish home goods, way too expensive and gaudy curtains, things like that. He was dressed to the nines today, which in Lestat's fashion sense, translated as lots of frills and ruffs. Waaaaay too many frills.
He walked from shop to shop, not really caring about others as he did. Why should he, after all? They were just normal, average citizens-he had proved himself better than them ages ago. So, as he shopped, it is entirely possible that he bumped into people, accidentally trod on some feet, cut someone off in line without second thought, etc. etc. without even realizing it or giving a damn.
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She crosses her legs and leans over the magazine. "Well, I'm not saying I'm completely clueless, just that I'm not the expert. I'm open ears for tips, though."
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"And please, just call me Lestat." He was going to enjoy getting to know Venus better.
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"I've seen some nice pieces here, but people do kind of have a tendency to do, like...overkill." She suddenly snorts. "Wow, no pun intended."
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"What can I say, we at the Capitol love our excess."
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