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interstellar55552016-02-10 12:51 pm
nibelungvalesti) wrote in interstellar55552016-02-10 12:51 pm
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This is not a holiday to glorify the gods of Asgard! [Open]
Who: Meril and Open, Friends, and Band Only
What: Meril tries to prepare for a holiday
When: 2/10
Where: In town and specified locations
Warnings: None expected
1.
With her sleeping problems diminished and her attentions turned to matters beyond terror, Meril ventured out into the world more frequently these days. Two large, menacing men in suits constantly trailed behind at a respectful distance, but by the keyboardist's request, remained uninvolved outside of preventing altercations. For Meril had a mission, and it was one that she couldn't accomplish in a bubble -- she had to figure out what to do for Valentine's Day.
So in a dress that looked nothing like her usual garb but nonetheless suited her quite well, Meril walked down a commercial street, frowning at the window displays in the various shops. Ought she to buy flowers, for this? To present at a dinner, or to present with her request of accompaniment? Would one of these books offer a clue, or were they simply commercial? Chocolates -- were they overdone?
The girl let out a frustrated sigh. "This is needlessly complicated."
Uncharacteristic as her dress was, Meril couldn't hide her hair, either in color or length, so those who knew what to look for could recognize the Defying Atmosphere keyboardist easily enough.
2.
Those who Meril trusted -- those who, strangely, she considered friends -- received a request by text or email with a simple request: meet with her. Wherever and whenever was convenient, so long as it was soon.
And for those who agreed, then wherever they met her, they found the same Meril --oddly energetic, somewhat agitated, and with both hands slapped onto the counter, table, or what have you to emphasize her point.
"I need your aid. I apologize for the imposition, but I simply must make this an excellent Valentine's Day!"
Defying Atmosphere only.
Any of the band who might be overly sensitive to things that go bump in the night might be alarmed by the noise that came from Meril's room. Just a faint sound, half a ripple and half a low thrum, but all alien.
...And then it didn't take an alarmed person to wonder what the heck was going on when a heavy thud came from behind the door. Apparently near the ceiling, no less.
What: Meril tries to prepare for a holiday
When: 2/10
Where: In town and specified locations
Warnings: None expected
1.
With her sleeping problems diminished and her attentions turned to matters beyond terror, Meril ventured out into the world more frequently these days. Two large, menacing men in suits constantly trailed behind at a respectful distance, but by the keyboardist's request, remained uninvolved outside of preventing altercations. For Meril had a mission, and it was one that she couldn't accomplish in a bubble -- she had to figure out what to do for Valentine's Day.
So in a dress that looked nothing like her usual garb but nonetheless suited her quite well, Meril walked down a commercial street, frowning at the window displays in the various shops. Ought she to buy flowers, for this? To present at a dinner, or to present with her request of accompaniment? Would one of these books offer a clue, or were they simply commercial? Chocolates -- were they overdone?
The girl let out a frustrated sigh. "This is needlessly complicated."
Uncharacteristic as her dress was, Meril couldn't hide her hair, either in color or length, so those who knew what to look for could recognize the Defying Atmosphere keyboardist easily enough.
2.
Those who Meril trusted -- those who, strangely, she considered friends -- received a request by text or email with a simple request: meet with her. Wherever and whenever was convenient, so long as it was soon.
And for those who agreed, then wherever they met her, they found the same Meril --oddly energetic, somewhat agitated, and with both hands slapped onto the counter, table, or what have you to emphasize her point.
"I need your aid. I apologize for the imposition, but I simply must make this an excellent Valentine's Day!"
Defying Atmosphere only.
Any of the band who might be overly sensitive to things that go bump in the night might be alarmed by the noise that came from Meril's room. Just a faint sound, half a ripple and half a low thrum, but all alien.
...And then it didn't take an alarmed person to wonder what the heck was going on when a heavy thud came from behind the door. Apparently near the ceiling, no less.
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Greg's hands slip down her arms. She's still here. She said so. "You promise?"
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To answer his question, then, she reached out to seize him and pull him down for a rather fierce kiss.
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Again, it's not a shock he's opposed to. After a moment he melts into the kiss, matching her intensity. Valkyrie or keyboardist, she's still Meril, and she's still here right now, and that's all he needs.
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Now she was.
"Is that a satisfactory answer?" she asked, a smile on her face when they at last broke apart.
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He leans his forehead against hers, laughing softly as their bodies press together. "Yeah. Yeah, that's enough for me."
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Suddenly, he sweeps her up off her feet, spinning her around in a circle. "I can never get enough of you!"
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Catching him around the waist as he held her up, Meril leaned back slightly -- to lift. One of the things about being a Valkyrie? Flying. If he'd wondered what that thump was from before, the fact that his feet are now off the ground right along with hers ought to give him a clue.
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