week 2 curfew (cats and catboy)

[siffriend]

i'll put something here when i get home

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[cleansheets]

[ Angelo is here, which means there's an unfortunate soft drizzle of rain falling intermittently for the whole evening... Though Angelo has never given up on making his hairstyle withstand the horrible moisture, his attempts are... not met with the greatest success. And the shoulders of the riding jacket he is wearing are looking pretty soggy. It's fine.

The reason he's in the Solarium tonight is that he's trying his hand at flower arrangement - the only flowers he's using are red roses, of course. He's got a few of them at hand, and he's weaving them together with various filling greens in an elaborate set-up. There's wire involved in holding all this up the way it should.

He's currently being very quiet and ignoring all others present, but that doesn't mean he won't chime in when talk is being had. ]

[uiscebeatha]

[ Cain's only here because he timed his return to his room badly. Bottle of champagne in hand, pilfered from the ballroom (again, it's a miracle there's any left), he's about to make his way through the door into the salon when the door swings shut right in front of him. He pushes on it to no avail. ]

Ah, crap...

[ He looks around, sees some of the stems on a nearby pot moving on their own, puddles of water, figures that's probably a person. ]

Hey, can you help me out?

[cleansheets]

[ Angelo is still blissfully unaware of Cain's condition, so he just shoots him look. ]

That depends. If it's with getting out... then we're probably out of luck, no?

[uiscebeatha]

Are we?

[ Fine, he'll put his champagne down and try the door in earnest, but it doesn't budge.

... ]

Dammit.

[ This again... At least he isn't alone naked in the bathroom this time.

Well! He picks up his bottle and whirls around, lifting it in Angelo's direction. ]

Oh well! Wanna share a drink?

[cleansheets]

[ Angelo shakes his head, because body language will be body language... Sorry Cain that all those cues are lost on you. ]

I don't drink anymore.

[ He's been hesitating on the matter earlier in the first week, overwhelmed by grief and... well, he's still overwhelmed by grief as evident by his rainclouds, but he's somewhat figured himself out on how to handle or not handle it. ]

But knock yourself out.

[allrounder]

[ Unfortunately, ignoring won't last too long, not before G'raha makes his way over to peek at what Angelo is doing. ]

'Tis a pleasant arrangement.

[ The filling greens look nice against the red. ]

[cleansheets]

[ Angelo does not look like he particularly wants to talk about what he's doing - if there is anything everybody has learned about him in the past two weeks, it's that roses are incredibly personal to him.

But after a short moment of contemplation, he decides to be... about as personable as he gets. ]

Thank you. I've never had this many fresh roses available to me at once before.

[allrounder]

[ G'raha is just pleasantly surprised that Angelo responds, small smile on his lips when he does. ]

Neither have I, to tell you the truth. You may as well make use of them while you have the chance.

[ Might as well steal all the roses he can while they're all trapped here. ]

[cleansheets]

[ That gets Angelo to look over at G'raha properly. Even after two weeks, the cat ears seem alien (and a little ridiculous) to him. But some level of furry prejudice he didn't even know he had made Angelo assume that a person like that would have lived life surrounded by nature. So... he's a little curious now. ]

Were there not a lot of gardens where you were?

[siffriend]

[ Now Awake,

Angelo's getting a very quiet observer. Unlike the other two, Siffrin seems content to watch his handiwork in peace. Very relaxing. ]

[cleansheets]

[ For a moment, Angelo looks like he wants to say something, but then he decides against it.

Actually, Siffrin can watch. Roses are beautiful, and meant to be seen. Maybe it's not so bad to silently share this agreement for a while. If the rain lets up just a small bit, that's just your imagination though. ]

[siffriend]

[ Oh, that's nice. Sometimes all you need to do is look at roses.

But, after a while of watching... ]

Can I ask you something odd?

[cleansheets]

[ 'Something odd' can mean... a lot of things. Angelo does raise an eyebrow at the announcement, but... ]

I'm not going to stop you from asking.

[ Answer not guaranteed. ]

[allrounder]

[ If they're going to be trapped at least it's with a bunch of plants? That's how G'raha feels at least. Though a bit of his optimism has faded and there's no sunshine to be had radiating from him, it's instead replaced by a calm stillness.

He takes a seat at one of the tables and works on setting up a game of chess. ]

Should anyone care to join me for a round, the board is ready.

[uiscebeatha]

[ Assuming they've touched today because I'm too sleepy for this—

Cain slides in opposite of G'raha, open bottle of champagne in hand. ]

Chess, huh? Been a little while since I played.

[ He extends the bottle to him. Drinky? ]

[allrounder]

[ g'raha just immediately putting his hand on cain's shoulder whenever they see each other— ]

Shall I explain the rules again to you?

[ He eyes the bottle, considering it for a moment, but ultimately declines with a wave of his hand. ]

[uiscebeatha]

[ No? Okay! Cain takes the drinky for himself. Good thing one bottle isn't enough to get him naked.

Anyway— ]

I think I remember 'em, generally. I'll figure it out on the way. Correct me if I get it wrong.

[allrounder]

[ :rutilegasp: ]

I assure you that I will.

[ He'll take the first turn himself so that Cain can adjust to the rules more easily and follow along rather than being put on the spot.

i am not going to be keeping up with this because i don't got that dog in me so g'raha's first few moves can be summed up through a 14 ]

[siffriend]

[ As promised,

Siffrin is simply napping, hidden by some flowery bushes. Not a sound. Nor a single sneep. Soft breathing, but breathing. Their rest has simple gone on too long by accident. They do seem peaceful, though... They really should not be sleeping away from the suite, knowing what could happen at night. A pleasant spring breeze marks their location. ]

[uiscebeatha]

[ Being stuck with plants isn't the most riveting place to spend this weird hour of the night, but at least it makes for interesting pacing—

Especially when he smells the spring air out of nowhere, and practically stumbles over of his mini roommate. ]

Whoa—!

[ Actually, he's kind of relieved to see at least one of his roommates here. He'll worry about the others, but at least he knows Siffrin's in his care.

He laughs! ]

Siff, why are you napping here?

[siffriend]

[ (You are rudely awakened from your nap by





Cain. Okay.)

Siffrin doesn't move to sit up, just opens their eye and stares at their roommate before closing it again.

(... Siff... He gave you a nickname.)

The floral scent is stronger. ]

It's a good place to nap. Did you come to get me for dinner?

[ uh ]

[uiscebeatha]

[ Cain grins back, and he'll crouch down in the dirt (?) beside them. That smile stays on his face until.

Well. ]

Uh... About that.

[ Siffrin might not see it, but his smile twists wryly. ]

We're stuck in here for the night. I'm afraid you missed dinner.

[allrounder]

[ Oh, that breeze. It sticks out from the flowers, just a little bit, with the way the bushes rustle a little bit against wind.

When he finds Siffrin napping amongst them, he tilts his head. ]

Ah, went for a nap here again, I see.

[siffriend]

[ At least now they're more resting their eye... but at G'raha's voice they perk up a bit, smile wider as they look over at him. ]

Can't help it. It's nice. You should join me sometime.

[allrounder]

I've a distinct feeling I would knock over a potted plant were I to nap here.

[ He may be just a little bit clumsy from time to time. ]

Unless you're confident I would not earn the ire of our captor for bumping into a rare plant or two.