knightsoflegend | TV Room ♔Just stay in all night and dance in the neon light

WHO|| Alec and anyone who wants to join him
WHAT || Getting to know the castle, and avoiding his room
WHERE || The TV Room
WHEN || May 5th, 2013, From 9:00PM onward
HOW || Prose OR Actionspam

Although Alec isn't actually interested in watching anything on TV, he couldn't get any rest in the large and empty room waiting for him back along the hall of Squire rooms, so he ventured out to explore more of the castle, this time ending up in the TV room. Currently he is slumped back on the couch looking a bit uncomfortable, really. A giant bowl of popcorn on the cushion next to him, and his feet propped up on a table. He is flicking through channels far too quickly to actually be able to tell what is on any of them. It's more an attempt to kill time than anything else. Five days and he is already getting a bit stir crazy. Not that he can't just go out but that isn't really what is under his skin. Either way, he rests his head on his arm and keeps flicking through channels, his knee shaking up and down with excess energy.

He should probably work some of this energy buildup off, and soon before it gets out of hand and he goes wild in the halls of the castle. But the training room isn't really his first choice, and the other options available to him would probably cause some trouble.

Maybe he'll go for a run in the morning.

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Oh. That topic. He should have known it would come up sooner or later. Well. The Knights weren't like the world out there with the prejudice, at least they didn't seem to be with so many people who had come through the veil.

"Well, yeah, I guess. I mean I don't really remember it much, but popular opinion is I came from there. It was a long time ago."

He did know pretty solidly he had come through the veil, but he spent so much of his life, until recently, ignoring that little fact as much as possible.

"I'm not from around here, though. I was sort of just passing through, you know? Next thing I know, hello Knights."

He grabbed a handful of popcorn and turned his eyes to the TV a little forcibly.

When you're deposited into one world from your home, with very little memory of it, especially so recently, it often becomes your favorite question to ask. At least, it has for Dawn. She doesn't see it as a source of awkwardness or discomfort. Those who cross through the Veil and end up here seem to have little choice in it. And much less choice in losing what they had. In short, she doesn't ask to irritate people; she's simply looking for a connection.

She nods as he speaks, her eyes on him. When he looks back to the TV, she stops to examine the remote, looking at it but not really. It's an awkward gesture as she fidgets with it and she inadvertently selects something random from the guide. She looks up as the sound changes, to see what it is. Some movie. It isn't something from Skinemax, so she'll leave it there for a moment.

"Yeah, I... I wasn't even anywhere near here. Middle of nowhere in Texas, just, like, barely a speck on the map." She pauses, tossing a few pieces of popcorn in her mouth. "Well, there's where I landed anyway. The woman who had taken me in, she brought me with her to this thing in one of the bigger cities. Then, Knights."

"Texas, really?"

He smiles a little at that, the touch of a grin as he glances over at her. Americans. The poor girl. His only real encounters with them were tourists.

He gives the movie on the tv a passing glance and settles himself more comfortably in the couch cushions, eying her book briefly.

At least she isn't pressing him with veil questions.

"They seem to have a way of doing that. Flipping a switch on life. It sure isn't a gradual process. Least, it wasn't for me."

She nods in answer to his question, grabbing a handful of popcorn. "Texas. But I'm pretty sure that's not really where I'm from, either?" If only she'd ended up here with some sort of ID or anything. But most people, her included, assume she's American from her accent and patterns.

After another hand of popcorn, she's wishing she brought something to drink in here with her. There's a passing thought to get up and get something, but she's gotten comfortable. The Knights definitely didn't spare any expense when it came to the creature comforts, it seems.

"No, uh. Subtle isn't the forte here, clearly."

"Fairly new through it, then?"

He wasn't going to talk about the veil. He really wasn't. But there he goes anyway.

"Extravagent and over-the-top seem more the verbs for this place."

He laughs and glances at the tv briefly before looking back over to her, shifting to draw his legs up onto the couch.

"Still. It seems like a good deal so far. We'll see how that feels when we're risking our necks with these people."

Oh. Is his charmingly chivalrous mask slipping a little? Possibly. He's less inclined to put up fronts out of the formal setting.

"About a month or so, yeah. Made a scene in a local store." Which really wasn't the half of it. She had a full-blown panic attack of sorts, destroying a few displays. It wasn't her best moment. At least, she's pretty sure it wasn't.

She snickers, nodding at his description of the castle. Definitely over-the-top. Melissa's house was much more comfortable. Cozy, pretty much, enough room for her and the older woman and her cats. And tons of books.

"They'll be risking their necks with us. I mean, there's a reason they asked us, right?" Dawn's more hopeful, more optimistic. Being here almost feels right in the scheme of things. In line with what she could remember of her old life.

It far from feels right to Alec. What it does feel is a good deal more stable than anything he has known in a while. And it feels like a place he might stand a chance at lasting before the proverbial pitch forks come out. Assuming he can keep his head.

He laughs with her snicker and tosses a piece of popcorn at her, a smirk on his lips.

"Yeah, I'm sure they have their reasons. Or they at least think they do. Too late for them to reconsider now."

It technically isn't but he isn't about to go down that route of thinking.

"Did you flash the clerk?"

It's a light, teasing tone. He doubts that is what happened but it's an amusing image.

She tries to catch the popcorn, and fails miserably. It bounces off her cheek and then down to the couch. Not wanting to be wasteful, she picks it up and eats it, pausing to wipe any popcorn residue (butter, salt, whatever) from her face.

"Definitely too late. Seeing as how they gave us rooms and armor and made us say an oath and everything." An oath that she would uphold, and do so seriously. It falls in line with what she remembers doing in her past.

At his remark, she rolls her eyes, still smiling. "Oh yeah, cause my chest is totally going to cause a stir." It's her turn to throw popcorn at him.

"No, I, uh." She shrugs, taking a breath. "I just kinda freaked when I realized I couldn't remember anything."

"That seems perfectly reasonable to me. I can't imagine it's exactly a good feeling to realize you've lost important memories. Or ...well. Potentially important ones."

He doesn't laugh at the miss but he does offer her the bowl again with a smile and a shrug.

"And as for you and flashing, well, speaking for the male half of the human race, flashing on any level still causes a stir."

"No, trust me, it's--" She trails off, realizing that she's still talking about her breasts. Talking about her breasts with a guy she doesn't really know all that well. It's more than just a little awkward. She half-shrugs, reaching into the bowl for a handful of popcorn. "It would be a non-event."

The way she shovels that handful of popcorn in her mouth is a subtle hint that that's all she has to say about that subject.

"It wasn't so bad, afterward. A little bit of time at a hospital while they made sure that, I don't know, I wasn't carrying any strange, otherworldly diseases or something."

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