April (i_steal_time) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-04-08 14:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, !plot, cato, ron weasley, simon tam, {ariadne, {gwen cooper, {jo-nah, {matt prept, {selphie tilmitt, {sylvia weis, {violet baudelaire |
All the People
Characters: Sylvia, open!
When: Sunday, sometime
Location: Front parlor car
Warnings/Rating: None anticipated
Summary: Sylvia feels social (aggregate pheromone)
Status: Open*
*please see this OOC post
While Sylvia was trying to get better about putting herself out there and making friends, she still found it difficult. She wasn't social by nature, like some of the people on board were, and her society hadn't encouraged random comingling and talking about herself. Despite her time on the train, and her adventure with Will before this, one did not overcome twenty-seven years of habit overnight. Or even over the course of a month. Or ... six weeks or however long she'd been here. Knowing she wasn't going to find people to interact with alone in her room (well, aside from her roommate), Sylvia took her kitten and headed to the parlor car. She'd had some luck there before, and she thought perhaps today she'd have the same sort of luck. Samantha had been nice, and while she hadn't made an effort to seek her out yet, she wouldn't mind if they crossed paths again. Carrying Misty Snowflake with her, Sylvia made her way from her room to the parlor car nearest the front dining area. She figured there was likely to be traffic enough in this area, and the best way to get herself out there was ... well, to be out there. After settling on one of the couches, she set her kitten on the floor in front of her, dropping one of the toy mice in front of her. She knew there was another cat on board -- she'd donated some of her kitten's things to him -- but she wasn't sure if his owner liked to bring him out, or if he just roamed the train. Once her kitten was bigger, she might let her wander around, but until then ... Sylvia was content to keep her close and within her sight. Leaning forward and crossing her arms over her thighs, Sylvia watched the kitten bat the toy around and carry it around in her mouth. As time ticked on, she felt ... well, beyond social. Like she needed to have a large group of people around her. Like everyone should come to this car, and they should all be together. It was weird, but she couldn't really shake the feeling that ... everyone should be here. |