Stairwell to the second floor, Tuesday evening

[lovemykilt]

Priestly had been all set to go out and walk around and generally be fairly broody over the whole Amber-turning-out-to-have-an-exclusive-boyfriend-who-turned-into-brownies thing. He had the whole look -- jacket, hands shoved in pockets, downturned look, hunched shoulders -- and he strode out through the lobby and out the front door with great purpose.

And immediately turned around and came back in because jacket or no, it was freaking cold out there!

Which would be why he was now sitting on the stairs between the lobby and the second floor, brooding. It wasn't quite as atmospheric, but it would do.

[ooc: Dude, it's a stairwell. Totally open.]

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[elephantgadget.livejournal.com]

Helen stomped headed into the stairwell without paying the slightest attention and nearly fell right on top of the boy who appeared to be an odd looking version of Dean or Alec.

When she'd picked herself up off the floor, she gave him a look. "Is this some sort of new Fandom thing? Random obstacle courses?"

[lovemykilt]

Priestly braced himself against the stairs, giving the girl a look right back.

"No, this is a 'hey, watch where you're going' thing."

[elephantgadget.livejournal.com]

"You are sitting directly in the way of going anywhere," she complained.

[lovemykilt]

"There's, like, a whole foot of stair over there that I'm not on."

[elephantgadget.livejournal.com]

"I have no doubt that with my luck had I gone that way you would have moved," Helen said grumpily, rubbing at her bruised shin. "Why are you sitting here? Did you forget where you live?"

It seemed a reasonable question. He was clearly new.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly snorted. "No, I didn't forget where I live."

Of course, his actual reason seemed vaguely lame just now, too.

[elephantgadget.livejournal.com]

"I've forgotten on occasion," Helen admitted. "Not here, but when I was walking the Bounds. It could be hard to keep track."

She tilted her head. "So... why then?"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"You look like someone killed your puppy," Triela looked unsympathetically amused as she started up the stairs.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly scowled. "Well, aren't you a ray of sunshine."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Not many accuse me of that," she pointed out. "With good reason."

She cocked her head. "You must be Priestly."

[lovemykilt]

"Yeah, what makes you say that?"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"You're pretty distinctive." She raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down. "Hard for the descriptions I've heard to apply to anyone else, you know."

[lovemykilt]

Priestly brightened at this. "Thanks! What have you heard about me? Please don't say that I'm engaged."

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Alice knew her sibling well enough that she was certain it was him, and not her other sibling. Very good!

More importantly, he looked rather sad.

"Is everything all right?" she asked, stopping on the stairs with a concerned frown. "Can I help?"

[lovemykilt]

Priestly sighed, pulling his legs up to free up more stair space. "Depends. Up for explaining your whole gender?"

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

"Oh, that," she said easily, seating herself on a nearby stair and folding her legs underneath her. "We're quite mad, I assure you, and I should know of madness. It doesn't help that we've been conditioned to never ask for what we'd like, and told that it's far more polite to lie than be honest. Is someone being difficult towards you?"

[lovemykilt]

"They teach you to flirt even though you've already got a boyfriend?"

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Alice frowned, distastefully. "No, indeed," she said. "I never learned to flirt at all, and one would think that having a boyfriend would keep one from toying with other gentlemen. How terribly rude."

[lovemykilt]

"I know, really? So now I'm stuck going out to dinner with her as 'just friends'. The friends-thing! It's like the kiss of death."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Well, Cal couldn't stay at Wellspring all day. Eventually he had to come back to the dorms, though he was certainly taking his time up the stairs.

"Hey, Priestly," he noticed; he would have waved, but his hands were shoved into his pockets and he was too lazy to pull them out, really.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly waved without a whole lot of energy either. "Hey, Cal."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal paused a moment, tilting his head. "It's only, what, your fourth day here? You can't be emo already."

You had to earn that privilege, dammit.

[lovemykilt]

"Yeah, well, tell that to the girls not bothering to say they have boyfriends when they finagle a dinner date out of you."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal looked down at Priestly on the step for a while, sighed, and plopped down beside him. If he had known Priestly better and if he wasn't completely obsessive about personal contact with people especially of the male persuasion, he might have patted the poor guy's shoulder. Instead, he just let out a long, knowing sort of sigh.

"Yeaaaah," he said, "remember what I said about teenagers, one space, hormones? Yeah, some girls...are just probably going to continue to be those girls."

[lovemykilt]

"Yeah, no kidding. You run into a lot of those around here?"