[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

[deceivingly]

She makes a noise of understanding. And guesses: "Shit teacher?"

[altusimperius]

"Well." He thinks on it a moment, and-- yes, probably, but-- "I don't think I'm allowed."
This woman seems to have difficulty grasping that his limits of authority are, shall we say, minimal.

[deceivingly]

A grin comes to Doki's face. To call it wolfish might be an insult to wolves. She doesn't have the best teeth. But there is no mistaking it for anything other than a grin.

"Even better," she says, with great pleasure. "I don't want anyone allowed. That would not be fun. It is better if it is a secret. A surprise. You see?"

[altusimperius]

"No," Bene replies, more urgently, with a look of annoyance. "No secrets. No surprises. Not from me."

He sighs, pushes his hair back, and begins to walk away-- it's probably for the best, in this case. "Sorry. I have work to do."

[deceivingly]

"You don't," she calls after him. And in case he's not clear on her feelings, she blows a raspberry as well, a long wet one. "You're raking leaves! Who made you so boring? There is no one at all who is here anymore, we are in charge, we can all do what we want! Boooooring, no secrets. Boring, no surprises. Boring, boring, boring! When I am killing with my magic hand, I will be doing it all on my own and you will be here raking leaves and sweeping, you boring man! Me covered in glory, and you covered in le-eaves!"

[altusimperius]

He ignores her, difficult as that is to do, and hopes they NEVER MEET AGAIN (which surely they will not, on this very small island.)