orientation ♔ playing the role with nerves left exposed

[dragonsclaw]

♬ Reasons Why - Nickel Creek

WHO || Jack Chessing, Buffy Summers, open if people want to bang into them, just threadjack wherever.
WHAT || Jack meets with his squire
WHERE || Knight's HQ, Dragon's Claw office
WHEN || Friday afternoon
HOW || Actionspam

[Jack can't help but find it terribly impolite to go knocking on Buffy's bedroom door, no matter what the hour, so instead she received a very brief text transmission on her phone that asked her to come drop by his office at some point during the afternoon, if it was convenient. It isn't as if he doesn't have enough paperwork to keep him in there awhile.

Of course, this all involves... finding his office.]

Optional Rolls:

† If she goes searching on her own: Roll a d20. A roll of a 13 or above can locate the office. Particularly high rolls mean she finds it quickly and vice versa.
† If she chooses to ask somebody, roll a d20 for a Gather Information check and put the number you got in the header of your reply, with however she approached the person she's stopping to ask.
† If she texts him back, you can just do a text reply in here, because I am too lazy to make a drakenet entry for it too. Yep. /best GM
† If she's doing something else, that's fine too. Just tag it and if a roll is required, you'll find out. .__.

Comments

[chessing]

[wat he is too British for this. he will just... put an arm around her shoulder instead, so it counts as a half-hug without all that bodily contact] I have no doubt that you'll excel, Buffy.

[slays]

[ She looks absolutely dwarfed and childlike as soon as his arm goes around her shoulder, and she briefly leans against him, looking up with that pitiful face. ] You really think so?

[chessing]

I'm certain of it. [He'll give her a little squeeze and a reassuring British smile and then draw away] Would you like to walk back, or did you wish to stay here on your own?

[slay]

I think I'll stick around. Do some wandering. Make with the meaningful clearing of my head, you know. Prepare myself. [ She backs off. ] Thanks.

[dragonsclaw]

Good luck with all that. [He manages to make it sound sincere, not cheeky, and bows his head politely.] We'll speak soon. And I'm always a phone call away. [And he turns towards the exit, leaving Buffy in the smelly stables. The horse beside her whickers. It's very picturesque.]