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

[fallencrest]

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.

Comments

[watcherjunior]

"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.

[fallencrest]

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.

[watcherjunior]

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."

[fallencrest]

"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."

[watcherjunior]

"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."