2nd Floor Common Room, Thursday Night

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine had wasted enough time getting himself acquainted to the lay of the land-- he hadn't had a decent meal since he arrived on the island and he still hadn't figured out how to get the food out of the mysterious food boxes that were placed here and there throughout the dorm building.

So he figured he'd fall back on the one thing that he could always count on to get him a meal, and he figured he'd do it in the second floor common room-- those places seemed busy enough, after all.

Armed with pocketfuls of glowy spheres, Valentine stood in the middle of the common room and he juggled like a juggling thing.

Any passers-by would be greeted by a hungry man in a mask and a floppy coat, throwing and catching shiny orange balls with real street-performer pizazz.

(OOC: Open to all who have common room needs- but I've had my fill and am now heading off to bed. And yes. I did just say pizazz.)

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[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

Demyx was looking around for somebody in particular, but if he happened to stop by the second floor common room, maybe he thought he had a chance of running into him there. Instead, he found a guy in a mask, juggling. "Whoa! Another Nobody!?"

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Nobody?" Valentine's hands didn't miss a beat, still throwing and catching the spheres that he was juggling even as he turned to look at the somebody (with a hideous face) who had just called him a nobody. "I would like to think that I'm a somebody, actually."

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"Yeah? Then why do you look like one of Luxord's Gamblers?" Demyx tilted his head to the side, studying him. "Who are you, anyway?"

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine continued his juggling, mildly annoyed that this rude individual was offering words rather than money, but he replied nevertheless.
"I've never met this Luxord man you're speaking of-- this is my face, the only proper one in this place that I know of, so far. And my name is Valentine. And who might I have the pleasure of being insulted by tonight?"

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"Demyx. Consider it a gift." Demyx flounced a little, walking over to the kitchenette. "Other common rooms are so...empty. They don't have Pippi making pancakes."

[strahl-pirate.livejournal.com]

"Well, well, this isn't something I've seen since I left Archades." He chuckled at the preformer as he put the marked bag of food he'd gotten into the refridgerator, pulling out an apple for himself.

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine eyed the apple hungrily--not that it was blatantly obvious with the mask on his face and all, but he really was scoping it out.
"Haven't you? There aren't any talented performers about elsewhere?"

[strahl-pirate.livejournal.com]

"Not many places that I've been to actually encourage them," Balthier raised an eyebrow at the preformer seeing him "scoping him out". "Is there something I can help you with?"

[dark_slippy_thing]

"I couldn't help but notice that food you had there. Where did you get it?"

Translation- 'I see you have an apple. Give it to me, dammit.'

He smiled a pleasant smile and continued juggling.

[strahl-pirate.livejournal.com]

"I do indeed, it was purchased at a store." He said taking a large, cruchy bite out of said apple. "I bought several in fact." The pirate said, giving him a pleasant smile in return.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

The whole thing in the clinic (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/259483.html?thread=7115419#t7115419) rather has Pippi out of sorts and she some how got separated from Nadia on their way up the stairs.

She wanders into the 2nd floor common room probably looking a little spacey.

Juggling? Mesmerizing.

"Ooooh."

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Aaaaaah." Valentine replied, offering a charismatic smile to his new audience, adding yet another ball into the act-- he was up to seven, now. And they were wonderfully glowy.

Glowy enough to get him a meal? That remained to be seen. But he was a stubborn sort, and he had been doing this for years to earn his meals. He knew better than to expect instant success.
Though it would have been nice.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Preeeety." Pippi said following the glowing balls with her eyes... and probably her head and torso a bit as well.

To somebody who was not privy to recent events, she probably looks really tired... Or drunk... Or stoned...

Or some combination therein.

[dark_slippy_thing]

Not that Valentine was a master of reading human expressions-- they all looked the same to him without a mask to help clarify those expressions. Naked human faces were... rather icky, actually.
Not that he was going to inform his audience of this. He was juggling, and she was enjoying the juggling, and all he could ask beyond that was maybe some spare change. Perhaps a brick of gold. Some fish...
"You like this?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"I do... What are those? That you're juggling?"

If it appeared that the fellow had a hat or a bowl out for donations, Pippi would likely be inclined to drop one of those three things in it.

[stykera]

He'd been in the common room once today already, so why not make it twice Stark asked himself. Finding he had no reason except that it wasn't ordinary behavior for him, he wandered down the hall to see if anyone was there. And found...a juggler. That was new.

[dark_slippy_thing]

Finally- someone with something on his face! It could be a mask. This person was more normal than most people Valentine had seen since he arrived here, he decided right away.

His juggled item count was now at eight balls and a half-eaten apple. And he was definitely showing off for the audience, eating the apple as he juggled.

[stykera]

Stark was very impressed by the juggling. And the mask was very nice too.

"You're very good."

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine was quite pleased that a normal person with a decent face was complimenting his juggling.
Sure, money would be nice. But he had a large piece of gold in his pocket and he had eaten an apple now, so he wouldn't complain if he didn't get anything else for the night.
"Well, thank you," he said with a bit of a bow.

His shoulders were starting to cramp.

[stykera]

Stark grinned. "I'm Stark," he said. "You're new?"

[2-twin-devils-2.livejournal.com]

Once the twins had finished bothering their little friend on the second floor, they passed by the common room on their way back to the third floor. Well. They didn't really pass it. As soon as they saw the flying orange orbs, they couldn't help but wonder...why.

[dark_slippy_thing]

Why?

Because juggling was life.

Valentine was rather pleased that people were taking notice of his performing.

One of the balls vanished into one of his pockets-- the cramping shoulders were detrimental to the performance, and the last thing he wanted was to end the evening on a dropped ball.

[2-twin-devils-2.livejournal.com]

"Is the mask part of the act too?" They tilted their heads to the side a little.

[dark_slippy_thing]

"The mask is my face. What's wrong with yours?"

He was down to four balls, now, his juggling slowing down slightly.

Almost time to turn in for the night, now.

[2-twin-devils-2.livejournal.com]

"You mean... your real face? You have nothing behind it?" They give him concerned looks.