[open] got up, and kept on going

[altusimperius]

WHO: Benedict and you
WHAT: misc hanging around the Gallows while the squad is in the mystery jungle
WHEN: during the jungle plot mostly, will add stuff after if necessary
WHERE: the Gallows
NOTES: n/a

I. Droppin' Eaves

There's a pall hanging over the Gallows as another week drags on with most of Riftwatch far away and unreachable. It's a stressful time for many, and Benedict in particular, with no sending crystal of his own, is starved for information.

He tries to be subtle about listening in whenever he sees someone on a crystal, whether he's raking in the garden or eating in the mess hall or just walking around, but Benedict is not especially known for his prowess in subterfuge and it's pretty easy to catch him.

Sure, he could just ask, but that would mean drawing attention and perhaps questions to himself.

II. Arty Party

In the warmer evenings, when gardening and maintenance work is done, Bene can be found sitting on the steps of the plaza leading up from the gate, holding a small board and a pad of paper. Sleeves rolled up and hair pulled back in a little tail, he looks as common as he ever has, his charcoal-smeared hand trying to follow the architectural lines of the island's towers.
If someone looks his way, he'll meet their eyes with a guarded expression, not outright hostile but not especially friendly either.

III. Wildcard

figger it oat

Comments

[maidit]

She returns the smile that's carefully self deprecating.

"I wouldn't dream of being so bold!" Not in front of someone, anyway. That was the sort of thing she saved for her internal enjoyment, "I fear I have a most unusual speech impediment. I do hope it does not cause offense?"

[altusimperius]

"...oh."

Benedict is not always exceedingly polite, and can be quite blunt when he's not thinking about it, but he has enough manners from his life as an aristocrat that he knows not to poke at someone about their funny voice (unless they've said something rude to him first, anyway).

"...no, of course not." His mouth quirks to one side, almost a smile, but too uncertain. "It just--"

No, better not.

"Never mind."

[maidit]

Ashey is likewise aristocratic in her good manners and she waits til he's stuttered to a stop til she smiles again (politely this time) and takes a few steps closer.

"I do not believe we have met," she says, dipping a slight curtsy. "I am Miss Ashey Pelt. And you?"

[altusimperius]

This girl's vibes are all over the place, and Bene doesn't know how to react to it--

but then, he's a gardener with the poise of a princeling, and his vibes are probably all over the place too.

"Benedict," he replies, inclining his head. Might as well leave off the last name, if he's hoping to make a decent impression.