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the pines mods. ([personal profile] officialnotice) wrote in [community profile] pineslog2017-05-31 09:13 pm
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(june intro) WELCOME TO WAYWARD PINES!

INTRODUCTION LOG


JUNE 1ST - 3RD
AFTER THE ACCIDENT
There was an accident. The details are hazy and obscure, but it's still the first thing you remember. Maybe a car wreck — metal and broken glass everywhere, and the sirens and the screaming. Maybe your bike hit a rock and you careened uncontrollably off a mountain path. Maybe something less mundane, even impossible seems to have happened to you. You can't quite make out the details, not who was at fault or why. Try as you might, the chaos is all you can truly remember.

It's also the last thing you remember from before waking up.

When you open your eyes, the accident is gone, replaced with white sterility. Perhaps somewhat alarming at first, until you blink at your surroundings and realize that you're in a hospital bed. You try to move but are sluggish, covered in a scattering of minor injuries you only vaguely remember receiving, not to mention the possibility of the partially healed remnants of other, seemingly older wounds.

It's a shame you won't be able to tell the difference between the two. Your memories are an indiscernible fog where they're not absent altogether, only a few standing out in your mind with any kind of certainty.

If the room happens to be empty when you wake, it's not for long. Nurses bustle in, taking your vitals and asking your name and anything else you might remember. Don't worry, they tell you. You'll make a full recovery here. Much of what you say (especially anything unusual, anything about monsters or magic or outlandish technology) will earn placating speculation of head trauma from the accident. You'll be told to stay put, not to push yourself, and to wait for the doctor to clear you before you leave.

Then you'll be left alone. Or maybe you'll find yourself visited by loved ones: family, or friends. You've lived here much or all of your life, so of course you have those things. Of course they already remember you being here, and may remember visiting you in the hospital while you were still unconscious.

Either way, the hospital's population is quadruple the usual, and you get the impression the nurses are working themselves ragged just running damage control. You might hear talk around the hospital of other small population spikes over the past few days, though many patients appeared to be well enough to be released the same day, and the same might be said of you. Or at least the staff doesn't seem to be too concerned. You can even leave your room without much fuss, any doctor or nurse that might try to intercept you getting called away almost immediately to deal with something even more pressing.

Of course, it's not so unusual to settle in until you're discharged, either. You may choose to wait for loved ones to come pick you up, even speak to your fellow patients, whether roommates or others wandering the halls. The more enterprising and suspicious might even consider it an opportunity to poke around for a few basic answers.


JUNE 1ST - 4TH
GETTING USED TO HOME AGAIN
However you get there, outside the birds sing a joyful song, and though the air is just a bit crisp, the sky's as sunny as you've ever seen it. It's bright enough to make you squint for a moment before you feast your eyes on the quaint little mountain town of Wayward Pines, though that might just be some sort of side effect from your accident. Trees line the street at regular intervals, carefully manicured and slightly waterlogged from the recent flood. Cars cruise by at a safe and respectable speed. Fellow pedestrians spare you glances, some wary, others concerned or just friendly. It probably depends on how clothed you were when you left the hospital.

This isn't even the picturesque city center, though a colorful nearby sign reads "Main Street" with an arrow pointing due south, followed in smaller font by a list of businesses you don't recognize (could be a good direction to head in, though — maybe it'll jog your memory), and one that you might: Wayward Pines Sheriff's Department. You've likely caught wind by now that any clothing or other items you had on you at the time of your accident are being held by the Sheriff until you're well enough to claim them. Not to mention the keys to your home, kept locked and safe at the station for you. That should probably be your next stop, though if anything's missing in what they hand over you'd be the last to know.

It's time to get home, to recover from your ordeal and try to sort through your memories. Do you remember this house, the pictures of family on the walls and how to navigate to the bathroom in the middle of the night? Maybe it's easier with loved ones living with you, helping you get settled, or maybe you're on your own. Either way, over the next few days it's a good idea to try to remember your routines, to get out and finally visit Main Street if you haven't already. Maybe you even remembered that you work in one of the more familiar sounding shops, or elsewhere in town. Makes sense they'd give you some time off to recover and get reacclimated to your life here, but eventually you should probably get back to work. You haven't seen your co-workers in a few days, and besides, you have to be able to put bread on the table.


JUNE 5TH
GLUG GLUG'S GRAND OPENING!

Town hall is listening, and town hall has heard you loud and clear (their surveillance equipment is of the highest quality, after all). While there appears to have been some... clerical issues and red tape concerning the highest voted name, when the fifth rolls around the newly completed and lovingly anointed Glug Glug's opens its doors to the public for the official grand opening!

For an old diner, this place has undergone an amazing transformation, with a ground, second, and basement floor all open to the public and offering a wide variety of entertainment options within:

The ground floor features a long bar along one wall where one can order coffee, tea, soda, hot chocolate, whatever your little caffeinated heart desires, as well as alcoholic drinks 10% or under — provided you can show some form of ID, of course. Linda, perched at the bar with a mimosa in hand, will tell anyone who listens that she voted for Pubby McPubface, but honestly, who's listening to Linda, anyway? Pastries and small appetizers are also available at half price for the special event, and card and board games make inviting and colorful centerpieces on the tables scattered around the room (there are classics like Monopoly and the rousing game of Jenga in the corner, amongst less common fare you may not have played before, like Cards Against Humanity and Settlers of Catan).

A lounge on the second floor overlooks the ground floor and features plush couches and chairs, ambient lighting and a pleasant, relaxing atmosphere to contrast with the low buzz of activity below. A small balcony out back provides a peaceful, quiet view of some of the very pines after which our town was named.

The basement is where anyone interested will find music, dance, billiards and booze. A small stage on one end features regular local live performances, with a vast stretch of the room devoted to a dance floor and just a few private booths set into the wall around the edges. The bar down here serves the harder stuff to those that can prove they're old enough to be handling it, and one corner of the room is devoted to a billiards table and two large pinball machines.

Technically the basement level is open to all ages, but getting down there requires showing your ID and getting your hand stamped, and anyone under 16 is highly encouraged to be accompanied by an adult. And, of course, anyone caught sneaking drinks to minors will be summarily kicked out, as well as reported to Sheriff Griffith for a good talking to about, you know, civic duty and such. It's honestly not worth it, you know how he goes on.

Today is supposed to be a party after all, let's not spoil it just yet.


MOD NOTES

Welcome to our fifth mingle log for newbies and oldbies alike!

This log is meant to cover characters' first five days in Wayward Pines. Characters for this round will appear staggered in the hospital between the 1st and the 3rd, and a CR building event will occur on the 5th, after everyone has had a suitable amount of time to get settled in town. For the most part, only the five memories detailed in your character's application are remembered throughout the duration of this log, although their false Wayward Pines memories may also begin to surface (in those who've opted to utilize this mechanic) as the week wears on. These memories, as noted in the FAQ, feel very real and are accompanied by as much emotion or sentiment as a real memory would be.

PLEASE INCLUDE IN SUBJECT LINE: Character Name, date, location, and Open or Closed, to help keep things organized and make your character easy to find.

If you have any questions regarding this intro log, feel free to ask them on the FAQ or the relevant plurk.
blaiiines: (Welp)

[personal profile] blaiiines 2017-06-07 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Blaine had been wearing a pensive look in his eyes while hanging out near the basement entrance. But it hadn't been brought on by him not choosing to go down. It was more the place itself that stirred him: the music, the lounge area, pieces that wanted to fit into his memories somehow.

He would love to drink. He is especially interested in tasting the wine. But the more he thinks on it, the more he has to admit that any struggling memories wouldn't work their way back to full-form with alcohol.

That decided, he takes the stamp to the hand so he can go down]
beallandendall: (I always know what happens on MY island)

[personal profile] beallandendall 2017-06-07 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Pan regarded the forming board and all its pleasant appeal in colour, but he picked up the instructions and leafed through him as if trying to re-familiarize. Honestly, he could just make up the rules and who was going to know the difference in the first place? Still, teaching someone a new skill wasn't all that bad and it allowed him to investigate this interest that he was feeling when it came to the sad man.

Something about... hats. And rare items. What was it now? He was certain it would come to him; since the hospital, his memory had been hazy and often mingling together.]


You are sitting here making the board pretty, not playable. [Pan smiled right back, and unlike his companion, it did reach his eyes because he was here having fun and was far better a hiding his true emotions. Centuries of effort would do that.] No, but when would that stop me? Rules are so simple even a toddler can figure it out. Fancy a game, or are you only wanting to nurse that stomach ache drink?
beallandendall: (Let's play a game! It's called I win)

[personal profile] beallandendall 2017-06-07 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[One entertaining aspect of coming and going from the house as he pleased was that he could take special interest in annoying his half-sister. They were only a year apart, which left more questions than answers on what their sire had been doing rolling from one hay stack to the next. He hadn't yet bothered to ask, far more intent on slyly harassing Clary whenever he could. Rooting through her things was just one way he could easily do so, though the inspiration of creativity meant that he wouldn't focus too long on such simplicity.

She didn't often make much of appearance when he was inhabiting the house. Her wary disapproval of him made it very easy to dislike her, though he never showed it. Terrorizing her and moving around her things was far more gratifying, and for now, was little more than teenagers being teenagers.

Ah and there she was shrieking like a harpy. Pan rolled his eyes and lounged in the window, not about to make his escape when turning where he sat to look over his shoulder at her allowed him far more enjoyment. She was always so quick to anger; it must have been a red-head thing.]


Hmmm, let me think for a minute... [He made a show of thinking as he tapped a finger against his chin. He then snapped them as if the answer had just come to him.] Ah yes, I remember now. We're up to fifty-three. That's not a very nice number, is it? Not divisible in a nice way.
babyhunter: (Puppy)

[personal profile] babyhunter 2017-06-07 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Clary can see his internal struggle even though she has no idea the cause or reason behind it. There is a smile on her lips as he takes her hand and she really hopes she hadn't just invited a recovering alcoholic to drink or something equally disastrous.

She has no ID and she flashes the man at the door the stamped part of her wrist before making him stamp Baline's hand too. If he really wants to drink he can probably rub it off with some spit... Clary doesn't know but it seems reasonable.]


Was that as painful as you thought it'd be?

[She asks as they reach the bottom of the steps. There is dancing and music, as well as the bar off to the side. It has a completely different feel compared to the area upstairs.]
babyhunter: (Oh Shit)

[personal profile] babyhunter 2017-06-07 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[There were few as talented as Peter when it came to getting under Clary's skin. She'd freely claim that her brother is the devil reincarnated, which isn't completely untrue. Of course she hasn't told him about the sword, her weird memories or the fact that at least three people in the town thought she was an angel. She has no plans to tell him or anyone but some of the pages in her sketchbook allude to her thoughts and it's the one place, besides under her bed, that she really doesn't want him snooping.]

Then I'll say it again. [She spoke between clenched teeth.] Don't go into my room.

[She needs to get dad to install a lock for her or ask Alec to teach her a rune that might bar her door shut. She's sure that something like that exists... maybe.]

Where is the picture you took? I saw it was ripped from my sketchbook. [Clary has a lot of sketchbooks but this one is special and she needs the page back.]
beallandendall: (Oh ho ho! A feisty one!)

[personal profile] beallandendall 2017-06-07 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[It was a talent that he thought he had developed over a long period of time that involved spying, bothering and harassing family. He apparently had a lot here in Wayward Pines, but so far, he had only watched his cousins. They were adults, but Clary... she was his age enough where he could be that annoying big brother no one asked for and certainly never wanted.

He gave her a mischievous grin at her need to reiterate her point, not that it would stop him. He still turned enough that she could see him cross his heart with a finger.]
Oh of course. Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye... I suppose you'd like the honours, hmmm?

[She had good observation skills to notice a single picture missing. He had wondered how long it would take her, but Clary didn't disappoint.] I made a paper airplane with it. Tossed it right out this here window... good flight, I must say. That paper is excellent for keeping to the air.
blaiiines: (Welp)

[personal profile] blaiiines 2017-06-07 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
The only painful thing would be if the music selection turned into something awful.

[it's tolerable as it is now. He can feel the beat enough to dance to it]
royalpassport: SB (PREPARE FOR EYEROLL)

[personal profile] royalpassport 2017-06-07 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe that's how I have fun.

[ And Jefferson isn't so grown up that he won't scoff and roll his eyes at the dig, but after that, he fixes the boy with a look, then shrugs and tilts his head in assent. ]

No, by all means. Let's play.

[ It's a good thing he doesn't know who he's really speaking with before he says that. Jefferson settles back in his seat, eyes casting down at the board. He reaches out to take up his pieces. ]

I'll be blue.
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royalpassport: SB (fucking really?)

[personal profile] royalpassport 2017-06-07 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He really ought to attempt to hide his contempt for this place, but no, pettiness wins out and Jefferson lets out a scoff and shakes his head. ]

Nothing that I'm aware of. The tea certainly isn't worth the money. [ But he may be biased. That is, after all, the source of his pettiness. ] But they have beer, if that's what you like.
beallandendall: (No one resists this smile for long)

[personal profile] beallandendall 2017-06-07 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
You have the air of a man who is far too dejected to have much fun with anything, let alone a board game.

[He picked up the pieces that Jefferson had been setting down and mixed them up, putting them in randomly in the board and then setting out the numbers for the dice rolls. He was quick and intent about his business, but part of his attention was always on the other man.]

I'll be red. [He grinned before adding.] And it seems like introductions are in order. I'm Peter. [His grin became even wider.] Peter Barnes.
zielony: (47)

[personal profile] zielony 2017-06-07 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Fair points. ( he's right. she folds her arms, looking around the area. better to venture than to never find home. wherever that might be. she takes a moment to look around herself and decides to go along the street to the right. she has no real reason to think she's going to find anything this way but it feels right, so she's heading in this direction.

she glances to blaine at her side. )
... this is awkward. I feel as though this is where we would be attempting to talk about ourselves to one another but that's not going to happen.
royalpassport: SB | colors/brightness adjusted by me (1)

[personal profile] royalpassport 2017-06-07 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He shifts in his seat, an almost sulky expression drifting across his face. ] I just don't like crowds very much.

[ A simple excuse, one that most people tend to accept and move on from. Jefferson doesn't like crowds, filed away as fact. He watches as Peter messes with the board, putting the tiles down randomly. So much for his pretty board, but he supposes it's actually playable this way. ]

Mm. [ Go on, be red. He doesn't seem particularly engaged until the boy gives his name. Barnes is familiar-- at least, in this town it is. ]

Barnes? Are you related to Bucky? [ One of the town's mechanics, though Jefferson's never met him before. But, he does know that Barnes is Kenzi's cousin. ] And-- Jefferson. I'm Jefferson.
beallandendall: (Is that what you call a joke?)

[personal profile] beallandendall 2017-06-07 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Then why are you in one?

[He raised an eyebrow emphatically because the words and the reality seemed a little opposite at present. Glug glug's was full of people coming and going, though he noted that only a few had engaged this man previously. Yes he had been watching. It was a familiarity thing.

He looked up in feigned surprise at the name - he's somehow heard all sorts of names - and he rested his elbows near the board.]
He's my cousin, I'm told. I haven't run across him yet, but he's much older than I am. [If the world only knew.]

Jefferson. That's it? No last name? Or is Jefferson your last name and you have an embarrassing first name?
postpartor: (038)

weeeeaver's

[personal profile] postpartor 2017-06-07 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sharon comes in to have a drink with Eliot, to tell him about her new employment, to gauge his reaction. Instead, she sees Frank, and there they are again: the memories she's confident now are lies, vivid and heated and flush with emotion.

Someone else she's been with, is friends with, who she's never seen before in her life. Who plants the thoughts? Who creates the bedroom scenarios? Are they ashamed of themselves for what they do?

She shrugs it off. What she knows: this man is new. Which means he probably ended up here the same way they all did. Which means (unless he's like her, or like Cassian) he's as lost as most of the newcomers seem to be.

Sharon plunks herself down on the stool next to him just after he speaks. ]
Weird for a Friday.
ishisstrength: (Amused.)

Glug Glug’s grand opening

[personal profile] ishisstrength 2017-06-07 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Justine continues to stumble her way through her memories. They feel right and yet there are parts of them that don't fit perfectly into place. The mystery teases her mind in a way that she's not entirely comfortable with. She's lost in her thoughts when the younger girl approaches her.

There is a moment when Justine doesn't recognize the girl; sweet and innocent looking as she seems. Then the blanks filled. Iris. Cain's daughter. Cain is Thomas's older brother. Making Justine her aunt by marriage. She suddenly feels very old, despite being in her twenties.]


Hello Iris. [She smiles sweetly and waves to the seat next to her.] It's been awhile since we've spoken. Do you have any summer plans?

[Justine is dressed in heels, a short skirt and a loose blouse. It isn't an outfit that she'd suggest for Iris though it suited Justine's posture and mannerisms.]
notblayde: (of the broken pieces)

[personal profile] notblayde 2017-06-07 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[It takes some effort to find her in the crowd, but there's a reason Matt got paid good money to do this sort of thing. To filter through the slog of people and pinpoint one or two in particular.

Usually he isn't the one going after them, but circumstances can change.

Maybe he's a little over dressed, nervous as he is about his appearance for some reason or another, and he fusses with the wrinkles and folds as he pushes through the sea of people to get to Kenzi.
]

So, er... [Casual. Cool. It's weird, he's only ever talked to Kenzi alone, never with other people around.] I got your call. Obviously.

[He glances at the man with her.] This must be... Jeff?

[Should he be drinking? Everyone else is drinking. Matt gnaws at his dark blue tinted lips and glances at the bartender, weighing the option.]
ishisstrength: (Body.)

Glug Glug

[personal profile] ishisstrength 2017-06-07 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's easy for Justine to lose herself to the atmosphere. The air hums softly with the sort of buzz and attention. There are waves of loud conversations as friends meet and part at random intervals. The whole experience is enjoyable, wrapping pleasantly around her senses.

It's taken her some time to adjust to the shocking contradictions of this town. Time helps but some times cannot be healed or handled as easily as waiting. She wants information but given her new status she doesn't want to push her luck.

She finds herself weaving through the crowds with a cup of coffee in her hands. The warm seeps pleasantly into her fingers and by enjoying the warmth she finds herself taking small sips or simply holding the drink to her lips to smell. Justine's balance is steady, despite wearing dangerously pointed heels, but the place is paced and one shove sends her back into the man behind her.

Her shoulders connected to a hard large mass. As Justine turns she finds that it's a man with broad shoulders and a kind but severe looking face.]


Excuse me. [Her voice is sweet as she turns towards him. Her coffee is spilled over her fingers, burning slightly though Justine has yet to notice how much it hurts.]
royalpassport: SB (sick of this shit)

[personal profile] royalpassport 2017-06-07 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
My... [ No, he doesn't even want to begin to try to define Eliot or Kenzi to Peter, so he clears his throat and opts for a word that's woefully inadequate. ] My friends wanted to come.

[ So, related to Bucky, which means he must be related to Kenzi, too. Interesting. But, before he can comment on that, he's asked about his name. He never had a surname before Storybrooke, and he doesn't like to go by the one the curse gave him, but... Unfortunately, it's the same last name he has in this town, too. So: ]

It's March. Jefferson March.

[ March, the month known for making an old friend of his positively mad. He says the name with only the barest hint of resentment. Really, he's proud of himself for masking it even a little. ]
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ishisstrength: (Talking.)

𝟻𝚝𝚑 | 𝚐𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚐𝚕𝚞𝚐'𝚜

[personal profile] ishisstrength 2017-06-07 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Justine moves down to the bar later in the evening, catching sight of the woman sitting at the bar. She remembers her faintly at first and then bit by bit the memories fill in.

She steps towards the woman, her heels clicking softly on the ground. Justine is dressed to attract and hopefully find out a little bit more about this town. It's clear that her and Thomas don't belong and as confident as he seems, his secret is still one that should be selfishly guarded. To do that Justine needs more; information and connections. Anything that might help in the future.

She takes a seat next to Dutch, her expression light and warm.]
Having a fun evening? [She remembers knowing this woman when she was younger but Justine wonders if that's even true. Somethings felt so real while others didn't.]
onteamdyson: (ksx69)

[personal profile] onteamdyson 2017-06-07 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[She scrunches her face up, trying to suppress the huge grin that threatens to break through and ruin her tough, uncaring image in front of all these people. Without Bo, Jeff is easily the closest thing she has to a best friend. Fuck that, he is her bff. Who the fuck would drop everything in the middle of the night and literally run away with you, no questions asked? This guy.]

I'm gonna hold you to that, just so you know. And... ditto. Seriously.

[Jeff is one of like, four people that can make her smile right now. Conveniently, Matt is another. She practically lights up when he makes his way over, looking him over because that is a very bright jacket. He rocks pastels with zero fear or irony, it's kind of impressive. So is that blue lipstick, but wow, looking at his lips is kind of weird? Don't make it weird.]

Hey! [She hugs him with one arm, careful not to spill her beer on him or anything. Apparently she's coming to terms with the fact that people will see them in public together and maybe he's not as embarrassing as her bullshit memories have led her to believe. Maybe. Possibly. She's willing to give him a chance, at least.] Jeff, this is Matt. Matt, Jeff. You're both tall, snarky, and occasionally emo, you guys should get along just fine.
ishisstrength: (Body.)

two: Outside

[personal profile] ishisstrength 2017-06-07 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[There are things that Justine remembers clearly.

Kaulder is one of them. He'd taken care of her when their parents had passed away and she wouldn't be where she is today without him. She also remembers Leo, Kaulders best friend, just as clearly. She'd tried to follow them around when she was younger and she remembers having the biggest grade school crush on Leo. She isn't sure if Leo or her brother were ever aware of it.

It's been a long time since then and now she values his friendship more than ever before.

She's wearing black stilettos and a short black skirt that brushes again her thighs. It's getting hotter with each passing day and Justine is dressed for it. Her top is lacy and formfitting, showing off a thin pale strip of skin around her middle.

When she catches sight of Leo she waves and adjusts her course to go speak to him.]


Hello Leo. I feel like it's been forever since I've gotten to see your handsome face. [Her voice is sweet and light as a smile stretches over her lips.] It's going well. [That isn't completely true but it's too complicated for Justine to get into, let alone on a public street out front of his house.] How are you?
blaiiines: (Unimpressed)

[personal profile] blaiiines 2017-06-07 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[his lip curls a bit. He hopes not every bar is as bad as this one]

I prefer wine, but beggars can't be choosers, I guess.
babyhunter: (Default)

[personal profile] babyhunter 2017-06-07 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Clary laughs and shakes her head. She can't really say much for the music selection or even what she likes; it really depends on what she's doing.]

What do you define as awful?

[As the music continues Clary shakes her hips and sways a bit, doing what most pass as 'dancing' nowadays. It's really all she knows how to do.]
babyhunter: (Looking back)

[personal profile] babyhunter 2017-06-07 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Clary ignores him for a few seconds and runs towards the window, pushing him a bit out of her way. Of course she can't see anything but the expanse of the backyard. That doesn't stop her from trying to spot it.] Where did it go?! I need that Peter!

[She turns to him looking a little bit more frantic than before. Her bright red hair falling in bright waves over her shoulder. How long ago had he'd thrown it? How far did it go? Was it since the last time it rained? Would she be able to find it?

Clary suddenly got the urge to jump out of the window but that'd be stupid and she knew that she's just panicking.]


Tell me Peter or I'm going to dad. [Her sketchbook isn't something that she jokes about. That picture had had an image of an angel on it. A boy with marks on her skin similar to the one on her forearm. It is someone that she's supposed to remember.]
beallandendall: (Oh this will be good)

[personal profile] beallandendall 2017-06-07 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Pan shifted to make room for her in the window, aware he could grab her and probably pitch them both out of it. Wouldn't that just be exciting? She would probably harpy scream again, and the only reason that he didn't go through with it was because he wasn't certain how his sire would decide to discipline him over the matter. He was still feeling the older man out.

It was just too bad that she was woefully easy to get a rise out of. It might have even been boring if she just wasn't so darn expressive about whatever it was that he happened to be poking at her.

Instead, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders as if he were being nothing more than brotherly to her.]
Relax, you always get so worked up over something trivial! You know that kind of panicking will be the death of you someday, right?

[Instead, with a flick of his fingers, he produced a neatly folded slip of paper from his sleeve and dangled it out before them.] I have it right here.

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