open and closed.

[propulsion]

WHO: Marcus Rowntree, Valerius Hildebrand, Tony Stark, Loxley
WHAT: Some open starters, some closed starters. Hit me up in DMs or plurk if you want to do something!
WHEN: Cloudreach
WHERE: Location
NOTES: TBA

Comments

[ipseite]

“She wishes it so,” Petrana says, and if her tone is relenting then it is in answer to them both, effectively. It would have been poorly done to cancel, she can admit, though she hasn't been certain it wouldn't also be,

well, she isn't certain what it's going to be, but people do go to weddings. They could go to a wedding, the three of them. They're going on this outing and it has thus far been exceptionally pleasant.

“An eccentric choice, but I am not without some knowledge of those,” is more arch. “I thought that you might enjoy the camping, and she's given me leave to include Vysvolod in our plans. She did express in the strongest possible terms that Julius must, of course, dance.”

The very slight lean back into his hand at her shoulder is quite the concession to public affections, for them. “You are denying the people your grace, I understand.”

[overharrowed]

"Given her contributions as a researcher, dancing at Miss Poppell's wedding if she likes seems the very least I can do," Julius says with a smile. "I will even wear trousers, if you like." She's succeeded in getting them into his wardrobe, but for formal occasions he generally still defaults to robes for a variety of reasons. The concession is mainly to please Petrana, and that seems enough to set against the others.

Speaking of the camping: "Did I mention Derrica made me a gift of ointment meant to repel insects? A very thoughtful gesture that I had no idea would be useful quite so soon." At least they might not be eaten alive by pests.

[luaithre]

Marcus is still considering cufflinks, seriously. Listening too, probably.

He has picked up the maybe-amethysts, wondering after their worth to him beyond matching Petra (and ostensibly Julius as well) for an evening. All of his are silver or set with glass, blacks and blues, and so picking up something different is tempting. There is an eyebrow raise at news of gifts from Derrica, but he isn't compelled to question it so much as he finds himself asking: "Is it custom, that we arrange a gift?"

The 'we' manages to come rather naturally, without also being figurative. Specifically, the three of them, attending this wedding. And, he adds, quieter, "I doubt it will be camping." Sleeping for an evening outdoors, a mere stone's throw from civilisation, doesn't sound like camping to him.

[ipseite]

“Our future Mme de Fonce has said them unnecessary, though I think she might agree that it is very good of us to arrange the gift of Julius at the dancing,” she says, and while she doesn't look at all surprised by the mention of Derrica's gift, the fact of what it actually ended up being does merit something that suspiciously resembles a laugh.

Just a little. It's all in the corner of her mouth, and she is endeavoring to look naught but innocently admiring.

“I believe, in the case of such a wedding as this, gifts are most appropriate from closer acquaintance than we boast.”