Friar Tuck Everlasting (friartuck) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2020-08-20 16:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | friar tuck, maid marian, much the miller's son, sheriff of nottingham, will scarlet, will stutely |
Who: Tuck, Sheriff of Nottingham, Maid Marian, open
What: Just being a general creeper
When: Thursday evening social time
Where: Tuck's church
Warnings/Notes: TBA
Thursday's social group always started off with a little introduction from Tuck, standing at the pulpit and doing a little speech. Sometimes it was silly, sometimes it was serious, others it was just announcements. Today he was talking about the possibility that they had found someone to redo the church's seating, to a great many cheers, when the Sheriff of Nottingham let himself into the church, slipping into a pew at the back. Tuck fumbled the microphone for a moment, going pale, his eyes glued to the sheriff, only leaving once to dart towards Marian to see if she was seeing this.
"Er. Where was I? Right, right, sitting. We uh. You know what? Let's just get into it! Coffee and doughnuts are in the Cedar Room." Tuck smiled as his congregation rose and moved from the pews off to the side room where they tended to gather for social occasions. His smile faded as Malcolm simply stood and moved with the crowd into the room, striking up conversations with his parishioners. Tuck shot off a quick update to the Merry Men, letting them know the sheriff was here, then he jogged over to Marian, glad none of the parishioners stopped him. "Marian," he hissed. "What the fuck?!"