we gather together (backdated to Friday)

[scriptures]

Characters: Ancestors!
Setting: Floor 14 (Media Room)
Format: Action
Summary: MOVIE AND BONDING TIME. The Disciple has posted a note on the door of every Ancestor asking them to come to floor 14, without any explanation as to why.
Warnings: TOO MANY. Language, possibly violence, possibly sadness, possibly everything. I'll edit this list as needed.

[The Disciple sits on one of the couches, legs pulled her chest and eyes trained on the door as she waits expectantly. She hopes they all show up. This was just such a wonderful idea and maybe they could all get along. This Tower could mean new beginnings and she just hopes it will. With all of the bad stuff that happens, everyone should really stick together.]

Comments

[grandhighblood]

[He can't take his eyes off of him, and it's not particularly subtle. It's a good thing neither Dualscar or the Condesce are here, otherwise they'd probably annoy the shit out of him for it. He's not 100% sure what they could even do to him in this tower, to be perfectly honest, but he doesn't like dying much even with the promise of instant regeneration.

The wings definitely catch his attention, and he finds himself glowering perhaps a little too heatedly, gritting his teeth behind closed lips. Just you wait, Summoner. He'll get you for...for...making such an impressive comeback! Yeah...]

[entropied]

[The Handmaid nods absentminded, glancing back at the Highblood every few moments. SHE DOESN'T LIKE THE WAY YOU'RE EYEING HER BRO, BRO.]

[grandhighblood]

[WELL TOO BAD. HE'S GONNA DO IT ALLLL DAY. And there's nothing you can do to stop him >:|]

[uprisings]

[HEH YOU TWO. He's actually enjoying this tremendously despite the fact that the Handmaid is irritated lksdjf She just makes it so easy to tell whether the Highblood is still watching! Saves him the trouble of trying to find a way to check without making it obvious AHAHA]

[Only once he's settled into the couch and waving for the Handmaid to join him does he finally look over and meet the Highblood's eyes again, smirking faintly, tilting his head as if to draw him over... Whatchu doin, bro, where you gonna sit?]

[And then, just as quickly, it's back to ignoring him, letting the smirk slide into a smile at the Handmaid]

You look distressed, Coleta...

[entropied]

[She scowls.]

Stop encouraging him.