Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

After completing his go at Gun Club, Arthur returned to the dorms only to realise he didn't much feel like dealing with Leto yet. He'd come up with a proper revenge later. Right now, he craved a chance to sit somewhere, to fight off the sense that was dawning in the wake of yesterday's upset. He sat, and idly considered the Teevee.

Maybe she's just afraid to lose a friend, Merlin had said, and while Arthur was not going to stretch as far as to call her that aloud, he had to admit that the expression on her face had... seemed...

It was easier, dealing with sorcerers, when all you did was distract Father and find them quick shelter elsewhere. Here, there was little escape from them. No matter what he did, they would remain, and the honest truth was that he bore them very little ill will.

Wasn't his father. He'd seen too much damage caused by it not to be wary, but...

Of course, that made him think of Liir. He wasn't going to let thought of his conduct around him make him cringe.

So he sat. Subdued. Thinking.

[[ open common room! ]]

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[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

Hannibal decided that going down a floor might help him avoid any uncomfortable awkwardness so he was pleasantly surprised to, at least, see someone he knew and who wouldn't make a big deal out of him being an ass.

They were bothers in arms in that respect, no matter what Arthur thought.

"Brooding?" he asked in greeting.

[bitchprince]

"I don't brood," Arthur said in an equal greeting.

He was an artist of brooding.

"Hannibal."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Arthur," he said, giving the other man a small nod. "Right, you're not brooding. Just thinking, then?"

[bitchprince]

As always, Arthur made note to relearn dealing with people who didn't automatically assume familiarity as soon as he got out of here.

Letting it go was good strategy, however. "I'm glad to hear," he said, "that you've worked out my point."

[withoutverona]

Romeo gave Hannibal the look of a man trying to decide if saying anything would mean risking the rearrangement of his face.

Well, they had to talk sometime. "Hello, Hannibal."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Romeo," he said, narrowing his eyes just slightly and continuing his completely irrational treatment of this entire situation. "Congratulations on your wedding."

[withoutverona]

"I thank you, but it's hardly much of a marriage," Romeo answered, bowing his head slightly. "We did not mean to hurt anyone."

[talks2objects.livejournal.com]

Dor entered into the common roomcautiously. He'd been avoiding the place ever since the last time he was here.

When the furniture didn't start moaning like a moaning thing he let out a sigh of relief and headed for the refrigerator to see if there was anything good in there to eat.

"Hi!" he said giving a wave to the people in the common room. "I'm Dor."

[bitchprince]

Oh, more people. Grand.

"Afternoon," Arthur returned, with the politeness drilled into him by his father. It had been coming back to him with the fading shock, but he had to make an effort to manage it today. "I'm Prince Arthur of Camelot."

[talks2objects.livejournal.com]

"Camelot?" Dor asked looking interested. "I haven't heard of that kingdom. Is that in this world or somewhere else? I'm from a world called Xanth that looks remarkably like this world's Florida."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Hannibal King," he introduced, nodding at the new arrival. "Good to meet you."

[talks2objects.livejournal.com]

"Same here," Dor said cheerfully. "I think I've seen you around. Did you go on the cruise last week?"

[withoutverona]

Romeo hadn't felt much like talking to people since ... well, since Saturday morning, if he were honest, and talking to Reno hadn't made it better.

But he did, eventually, have to eat. He nodded an attempt at a polite greeting to those in the room (though with a little extra hesitation in it when he spotted Hannibal) and went to rifle through the cupboards.

[bitchprince]

"Romeo," Arthur said, his head offering one gracious nod. "Afternoon."

It was his best attempt at a greeting. He was still preoccupied with entirely too much conflict to manage much better.

[withoutverona]

Romeo located a package of ramen noodles, and turned slightly toward Arthur with them in his hand. "Afternoon, Arthur," he said. "I can't be so bold as to call it good."

[talks2objects.livejournal.com]

"Hi!" Dor said cheerfully waving at Romeo. "I'm Dor! I don't think we've met."

[withoutverona]

Romeo wondered why Dor was so happy, but pulled himself out of his own misery enough to answer. "I believe not," he said, though, from politeness. "I am Romeo Montague."

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

After a week of being mostly alone, Firekeeper was feeling... actually somewhat social, strangely enough. Blind Seer followed along, mostly in the hopes that the fridge contained something good.

"Hello," she greeted the room, trying not to look too amused as Blind Seer headed immediately for the fridge and started nosing around.

[bitchprince]

"Lady Blysse," Arthur said, granting her a nod in greeting.

At least it hadn't been 'wolf girl' this time. "Afternoon. You look well."

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

"Arthur," she returned. "You look," she frowned, trying to find the right words, "as if you run a troubling trail."

[withoutverona]

"Hello," Romeo returned, warily stepping away from the wolf. "Is he hungry?"

Look, some things were more important than his personal woe.

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

"Very," Firekeeper grinned. "We have a class, with food, but a wolf's belly is not made for cheese."

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was wandering around, looking for something interesting to do, and ended up in the third floor common room.

"Heyyyyyy, uh, Arthur." He flashed a slightly awkward grin, aiming for something almost friendly, in light of his conversation with Merlin. "How's it going?"

[bitchprince]

"Priestly," Arthur said.

The attempted friendly got him a bit of a wary look, but no visible animosity. "Everything is going fine," he said. And then added, with well-disguised awkwardness, "Make yourself comfortable."

[lovemykilt]

Oh goody. Wariness. Well, this wouldn't be awkward at all.

At least he wouldn't be bored.

"Thanks, man." He nodded to the TV. "You watching anything?"