(FOS 2015) Table for Two

[Kyle Ferlen]

She's Russian? Why hadn't he gotten the impression sooner? Her name is Sasha for crying out loud! He remembers something about her traveling Europe from a past date, but just hadn't made the connection. Or maybe he just forgot.

"What do they... mean?" Kyle blinks a few times. "They're just a sampling of the uglier side of emotions. Things I'd rather avoid. Not a big fan of causin either of them - or bein on the receivin end for that matter. On the rare occasion either of them are necessary? Its still a pretty bad day." He grimaces, as if the topic has left him with a bad taste in his mouth.

"I'm sure the other Courts have different opinions on that." he says, almost definsively. "It's just how I feel. Guess it all comes back to my decision to join the Emerald Court." Or to not join one of the others.

The smell of the roasting meat in the air catches his attention again, and this kind of talk tends to stress him out. He glances around looking for some suitable food and drink. "Either of you thinkin about gettin some food? I'd kill for a beer and somethin grilled." As if on queue, his stomach rumbles.

[Marcus Evan]

Everyone hears Marcus Evan make this announcement.

[Coco]

Ah, so her guess had been incorrect. Still! The fantasy (not that she understood it as such) that she called understanding of Moscow, an understanding spelled in visions of pale winter sun rising from behind the golden onions of Russian churches and freezing evenings descending upon the homes of families still recalling from capitalistic brutalization, cast a whole new perspective upon the Dancer's words, a perspective well suited to Sorrow and so Coco chose to silently keep it. When the question of competition arose, however, an entirely different vision arose in her mind.

"Yes! Of course I shall compete! How could I avoid the call of such a proving ground?" Coco declared, her features brightening. Her smile beamed like fog light on a Summer day, though after a moment it dimmed as another though crossed her mind.

"But I must say, a light meal would do me well before such a contest. I think I'll follow you over to the roast beast, Kyle. If either of you are curious about my answer the question of anger and pain, however, you should come with Ava and myself to a poetry reading! It would be fun, I promise you, but for now, other celebrations await!"

That said, the Claviger sprang up and scampered towards the sign up, and then the site of the feast...

[Kyle Ferlen]

Kyle is relieved when Sasha rebukes the assumption on her point of origin. He had been worried that he was just clueless! Good thing I didn't say anythin about it.

"I dunno how much good I would be." he says, thinking back on the color fight from his own season's celebration. "Could be fun either way, though."

A split decision on the festivities, but hopefully Kyle has time to figure it out before the game begins. The mention of a poetry reading brings a playful grin to his face. "Ohhh man... I could do some damage at one of those. Sasha, you want to come with me to that?" His mind is already spinning with ideas for a performance. That and, of course, supporting his friends as they made performances of their own.

As the Claviger heads off with some enthusiasm, Kyle gives Sasha's hand a squeeze and makes sad puppy eyes. "Oh and... would you mind showing me to the food?" He can't hold the expression long, and soon a grin cracks his face again. He doesn't really need help finding it... he just wants to be around her.