[Mingle-Log] Only non-alcoholic beverages in the punch bowl...

[adminfury]

[This is an open mingle log. You do not have to be part of the community to post in this thread. Consider it a test-drive of sorts to get your voice or meet new characters!]



SHIELD Academy
Open House
Everyone is congregated in the spacious auditorium of the SHIELD Academy. The noise level is probably a decibel below deafening and the lights are probably a little dimmer than what might seem normal for this time in the evening, but it doesn't seem to bother anyone as they just carry on. There are banners strewn about welcoming all first years to a new chapter in their lives while others welcome the others back for another year at the Academy. Refreshments are served up on stage while other tables set up around the massive room are home to pamphlets and flyers for clubs and classes. Special electives and advertisements for training sessions are also littered amongst the tables.

Make a few friends, find old ones, look into clubs that catch your interest. This is open house for all returning students and prospective students, so hang out, hit up others and just mingle!

Comments

[camebefore]

That same half-second pause followed before Hannibal reacted to Stefan's presence. His fingers loosened on the paper, letting it be taken from him if Stefan cared to give it a good look over. If he knew that his trick of blending into the background had been noticed, his reaction might have been more wary. Predators often recognized each other.

"I've learned a few things while I was in France. It seems more interesting than some of the others offered."

His words are carefully spoken, well aware that his accent does tend to make understanding him difficult for some. His eyes briefly linger on the fencing club, but he doubted the rules were the same from what Lady Murasaki taught him. Only then does he turn his head to take in Stefan himself.

"Have you been here before and heard anything of it?"

Someone not-new would be useful, although the reverse could be true as well in Hannibal's mind.

[forbetter]

Stef cut a quick side-glance to Hannibal's expression when the other's fingers loosened on the paper, but he let his own drop away entirely, surrendering it to Hannibal. He wasn't truly interested in the pamphlet itself. He was more interested in the person holding it at the moment.

The accent wasn't quite expected, but it didn't seem to jar him too much. The only noticeable reaction was a slight lift of his eyebrows before his expression relaxed again. "France? That's pretty impressive. Maybe you should host the club yourself?"

Stefan hesitated half a beat too long before answering that last question. "Uh, no. Sorry. Can't say that I've heard much, actually. I'm pretty new to the area--just moved here." He offered a slightly helpless shrug in response.