056 - Pretending Truth or Dare never happened...

[major_west]

I thought that hangover would never go away...

I feel as though I've exhausted the possibilities for recreation here. I almost wish there were another port, flood, anything to break the tedium. I can't believe I'm asking this... Does anybody have a board game?

Nevermind that. I'm not that desperate yet.

I just need... to get away something to do here before I go completely mad. Something more to strive for than 'don't try to kill anybody for X amount of days'.



What's the point of this?

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[major-west.livejournal.com]

By all means, share.

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

Meet me, and I will.

Oh, Elle! If he liked the ladies, he so would

[major-west.livejournal.com]

...ah.

There's a bit of a problem with that: I'm not interested.

Elle is surrounded by gay men - all the disinterest makes her sad :(

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

Too bad, soldier. You're missing out.

Well... HE CAN BE HER FRIIIENNND (they can watch Sex and the City together D:)

[major-west.livejournal.com]

Well, should the day come that I change my mind... you'll be the first to know. Promise.

Wee, s'okay!

[lady-mandarin.livejournal.com]

Making out.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

...is that an explanation or an invitation?

[lady-mandarin.livejournal.com]

Depends on which you want, love. I am always up for a decent snog.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

Sorry. I don't mess about with strange women.

[lady-mandarin.livejournal.com]

I can make myself unstrange, or we can go another route towards a means of entertainment.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

The latter would probably be more fruitful.

[lady-mandarin.livejournal.com]

I could play the piano for you.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

There's a piano here?

[Action]

[lady-mandarin.livejournal.com]

[She closes her journal and makes her way to the common room, one place she feels at home besides the bedroom made to fit her own. While she waits for the West bloke, Elisabeth starts to play a Dir en grey song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ryp1US381Kc) via improv.]

[Action]

[major-west.livejournal.com]

[Well, he's never been to the common room on this floor before, so he's surprised that it actually looks a bit nicer than the one he and the others had staked out for 'men's night'. So, as the completely unfamiliar song plays, he stands in the doorway, choosing not to interrupt]

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[lady-mandarin.livejournal.com]

[She's aware of the additional presence in the room the moment West steps into the doorway, though she finishes the song.

Lis looks at him over her shoulder, smiling.] Hullo, love. You can sit with me, you know. [She pats the wooden bench.] Any requests? I know both modern and classical.

[Action]

[major-west.livejournal.com]

[He returns the smile, stiffly, and walks further into the room]

Hello.

[Then he looks over at the bench and reluctantly joins her at the piano, maintaining as much distance as he can] Ah-- no, nothing in particular. Is there a style you enjoy best?

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[lady-mandarin.livejournal.com]

[Elisabeth points her lips outward, eying him and his proximity.] Rrriight, I don't bite straight away, yeah? [She scoffs and extends her hand] Proper introductions first; I'm Elisabeth. The hand is clean, just in case.

[She winks, teasing.]

[Action]

[major-west.livejournal.com]

[So, it seems he's never really been able to get on well with women. Still, he's going to make an effort tonight, try to less exclusively male in his company. So, he takes her hand and shakes it with his usual firm professionalism--

--alright, so he's pretty awful at relaxing, too]

Nice to meet you, Elisabeth. Major Henry West.

[Pause] What brought you to this place?

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

And what, exactly, is that supposed to mean?

[lady-mandarin.livejournal.com]

Making out? The act of kissing with another person involving lack of breath and tongues? Dear Gods, poppet, you've snogged someone, right?

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

I meant, why do you think that's what I was offering the major?

... Don't call me poppet.

[lady-mandarin.livejournal.com]

You're a daft bird, that was my suggestion.

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

For him or for me?

[lady-mandarin.livejournal.com]

Why, do you want to snog with me, love?