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

[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.