Mickey Torres (thisboyisonfire) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2013-12-09 21:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: mickey torres, character: xanthippe, location: hydra dorm, location: the dockyard |
Thread: A Gorgon and a Djinn walk into a bar...
WHO: Mickey and Xanthippe
WHEN: TBD
WHERE: Starting at the school
NPCs: Benny the doorman, various Dockyard patrons
Xanthippe was cold. It was ridiculous, how cold this place got. And the locals told her it would get colder still, with ice on the ocean and snow piled high. They'd had a few flurries to far and Xanthippe did not approve. So she'd asked for some wool to make herself some sweaters. Celebrimbor too, he might get cold.
The staff had been confused when she'd asked for wool and cards. She wanted wool and paper? No, cards to card the wool, then she'd spin it into yarn, then knit it into a sweater. The staff had mentioned that the school was willing to take care of her, and that they could get her sweaters if she was cold. That seemed like cheating to Xanthippe, but the staff insisted that it was easier for them to buy her wool socks than to find raw wool and all the tools for her to make socks. They'd compromised on her accepting some winter clothing including a nice down coat, but also enough balls of wool yarn to knit herself some extras.
Now she was sitting by herself in one of the common rooms of the school. It was usually unoccupied because it was rather small and didn't have a television. It did have a wood fireplace, though, which is why Xanthippe liked it.
The room was toasty warm as she sat on the rug by the fire. Her knitting needles were at work and her earbuds were in her ears, listening to an episode of A Prairie Home Companion and wondering, not for the first time, if Lake Woebegone was a real place.
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Mickey was sneaking through the school -- well, as much as that was possible, considering his heavy cowboy boots. Together with his jeans, the leather jacket and the flannel shirt, he looked like a caballero. He’d tried sneaking into Hydra, but one of the more nosy people there had informed him that Xanthippe preferred to be on her own, and that there was this room with a fireplace she preferred…
When he found her and stepped into the room, the heat hit him hard. He sighed almost immediately, not liking this stiffling, toasty heat. How could she endure it? He thought she was a creature of the sun and the sea, just like him…
Never mind that. He grinned when he saw she was knitting. It was quaint enough to be charming, especially on someone as young-looking as her. “Hola abuelita, you up for a night out? I promise an exciting activity at least as… engaging as what you’re doing now.”
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It took Xanthippe a moment to respond, first to notice him, then to pause her iPod, then to take the earbuds out of her ears. But when that was all done, she was smiling. “Mickey Torres,” she greeted him. Their last conversation hadn’t ended well, so she wasn’t sure where they stood. But if he’d come to visit her, it must be alright. Xanthippe was glad. She’d hate to lose a friend for the sake of rules.
“A night out?” she asked, setting her knitting to the side and rising to her feet. “What would we do?”
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Mickey grinned, noticing that the snakes weren’t hissing at him, weren’t being wary. That was good. “We’re going to have fun, amiguita!” He declared. “We’re going to paint the town pink!”
He gave her a quick once-over. “What you’re wearing is fine.” For the Dockyard, it didn’t matter how the pretty girl dressed. That there was a pretty girl was more important. “You just need to cover up your little gusanos, and then we’ll be on our way. Or can’t Gorgons dance?”
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Not being one to think about clothing much—though she was starting to a little, as she began to pick up that others cared—it hadn't occurred to her that one might need special clothes for going dancing. But Mickey said what she was wearing was fine. Jeans and a long-sleeve sweater must be appropriate dancing clothes.
Dancing! That did sound fun. Though was that allowed? Xanthippe frowned just a little as she thought. Going out late was fine. Dancing was fine, there was even a dance class.
"There aren't any rules against going dancing," Xanthippe concluded aloud, a little surprised to find something in her life unregulated. Her face lit up in a sudden smile. "We will go dancing! Come, I must find a scarf for my head." And she held her hand out to him to lead him off to her room.