Playing House

Who: Michael and Open
What: Just doing some reading
When: Noon
Where: Library
Rating: TBD

( Books are the doorway to other worlds )

Who: Damon, Mattie, Michael and Hannah
When: 8:20 p.m.
Where: Table 5, the ballroom

Damon was having a completely delightful day. He'd made inroads with the lovely Mattie the day before, he'd spent the morning watching porn and some of the afternoon watching what went on in the sitting room, and then he'd spent some time experiencing just about every sex toy he'd packed along. Oh, yes, he was a happy camper right about now. There was a smug smile on his face that wouldn't quit as he showered and got ready for the evening ahead.

He wasn't the suit and tie sort of guy, but he had a couple of nice outfits, because Damon liked to be prepared for any eventuality. He took the time to dry his hair rather than letting it go every which way, put on deodorant and subtle aftershave and dressed in his preferred evening look of black on black: knife-creased slacks and a dress shirt with pinstripes for a subtly textured look. Socks and polished shoes and he was good to go. After he'd spent about twenty minutes watching the party from on camera, he made his way down to the ballroom.

Once he was inside the doorway and started looking around, he noticed the placecards on the tables. Now, that was interesting. He put a pleasant half-smile on his face and went in search of his table. After a casual glance at the placecards, he had to work not to beam like he'd just hit the jackpot. Which in a way he had. Shy, mousy little Mattie, Hannah the strident blind chick, and Michael, about whom he knew very little. Well, that was all right. He'd find out soon enough. Oh scientists, from whom all blessings flow. Thank you.

Damon seated himself for the moment, waiting for someone else from his table to join.

Who: Chris and OPEN
Where: Ground Floor Living Room
When: Noon

( No shoes, no shirt... )

Who: Avery and Hannah
Where: the kitchen
When: late night

( He'd just spent the evening hungry and deemed it what he deserved. )

Who: Everyone and anyone! Mini-threads + spinoff scenes welcome.
Where: Billiard room
When: 7 and on

If one didn’t peer out the windows into the vast white nothing, it was entirely possible to feel like you were in an actual bar. Jai felt quite comfortable in the billiard room, actually. It looked, felt, and even smelled like a bar he’d frequented back home.

He’d showed up a little early, setting out snacks and familiarizing himself with the inventory behind the bar. Okay, technically he wasn’t supposed to mix alcohol with his meds, but he’d found that a beer here and there didn’t upset his system too badly. He was still proudly Irish, after all. He’d set himself a low limit, and could happily make drinks for other people and still have fun. He’d never been one of those guys who had to get drunk to enjoy himself, anyway.

By the time seven o’clock crept up, the room was prepared for a party. Granted, if the entire house turned up he knew they wouldn’t all fit, but he didn’t think that was a problem they were going to have to face. If they did, they’d just take things elsewhere. While he waited for people to begin trickling in, he got himself a beer and headed over to the jukebox. He’d always wanted one of these things in his place.