je l’aime | mass meet and greet

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    The castle was grand and glorious, though well worn with an age before his time. Its walls were foreboding, whispering with timeless tales, golden glow, and fascinating memories. Georges was captivated by it, hence his presence among one of the largest rooms in the common area. He’d chatted with a friendly canine just moments prior, taking their advice to heart — “no one here really knows each other; people come and go,” to him meant action.


    “Bonsoir, mes amis!” the pretty feline announced, gentle voice echoing off the stone walls. A few faces gave him funny looks for his bluntness, but he took no heed. “I would like to conduct a meet and greet!” There, that should do it. Setting his jaw, he waited eagerly.

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    It wasn't far from the truth that people often stopped here when going on trips. Staying for a few days before hopping up and leaving without so much as a word. It pained him, only a tad though, but it did hurt to know that nobody really wanted to stick around in what he would call his home. Call him biased, but he loved it here, it was relaxing and calm. Nothing bad ever happened, nothing ever went awry, it was like a little slice of paradise. At least compared to some of the other places he'd lived before, cough, cough, the Shadow Veil, cough, cough. A faint smile crossed his maw as he stepped up before the newest member, speaking enthusiastically, "A wonderful idea, Georges. I should've come up with it myself," he chuckled as he took a seat beside his tribe mate. It was true though, he really had to get on top of things lest he risk falling entirely inactive. The thought pained him so.

    Georges looked upon Laureat with round yellow eyes, turning bashful at the compliment. His face flushed pink and he laughed, smiling as he dipped his head in well-practiced thankfulness. “Merci beaucoup, monseigneur, but don’t feel poor; such a small idea this was, no?” He struggled a bit over the euphemisms, hoping he was getting his point across clearly.


    A crowd had failed to join them yet, and Georges was naturally curious, so he prompted Bakalaureat with more questions as he himself sat, tail curling beside him. “You have lived here very long, I assume?” he inquired idly, friendly.

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    The man's French fell upon deaf ears as Laureat knew absolutely nothing about the language. Except for 'merci' everyone knew that word. It meant thanks, or something like that. He didn't know, but he wouldn't show his cluelessness. He only nodded and smiled before speaking, "Well, it is a good idea, we need to get to know each other better. You're the newest member and I'd love to know a bit about you," was he flirting? Just a tad, but it wasn't obvious was it? He never did like making things obvious. Not his constant distress, anger, and self-loathing, and certainly not when he was flirting. Was it a bad time? Probably, but it was all fun and games when you didn't know what the hell love was and only had a slight clue as to what sexual desire was. His lips pursed slightly as Georges asked about his time here. Well, in truth he hadn't been here very long, just long enough to be considered a loyal member and to him that was all that mattered. So with a slight shrug he spoke, "Well, I've not been here long actually, long enough to know a bunch but by no means can I walk about with my eyes closed," he chuckled softly at his own shitty joke. What a bastard. "Why, is there something you needed to know? I'd be happy to answer any questions."

    It was a comfortable lull in action which had overtaken him, a calmness brought on by friendly conversation. Georges was an excellent reader of other people, but allusive himself, so the slight implication didn’t go over his head; no matter the language, purpose stayed the same. Though he hardly had it in him to react to minuscule conclusions, only tilting his head a bit and listening to the response Laureat had in store. “A bit, I suppose,” he confessed, yellow eyes turning to look at the wall behind his companion as his mind drifted into diligent thought. “Nothing specific — everything here is very new to me, so I envy you that have so much experience.” He smiled, stuttering a bit over a couple of words, but regaining his composure quickly. All he’d ever known was the court and its islands, after all.

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    Tadpoletail next approached the pair, a gentle smile curving his mouth. "He-hello, Bakalaureat, G-Georges. A n-nice day y-y-you've picked t-to host th-this." He commented to the latter as he took a seat.


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    REALISATION GREW ON ME AS QUICKLY AS IT TAKES A HAND —

    Glitteringgold was eager to acquaint himself with those he would be living alongside, so naturally made his way over to the small group as the call for a meet and greet penetrated his sensitive eardrums, pausing briefly to politely dip his head before seating himself, wrapping his ivory tipped tail neatly over his paws. "Greetings. My name is Glitteringgold, it is a pleasure to meet you all," the feline began once silence fell, golden gaze dancing between those in his presence. "Feel free to ask me a question if you are curious, I'd be obliged to answer."

    What in the world was that he'd said? Mojave had to admit he wasn't understanding too much of what was coming out of his mouth, and the coyote glanced over at the others nearby, trying to gauge whether they had any idea what was happening. They all seemed more than capable of going on with the introductions and whatnot, but nobody else answered in the same...language? Was that what it was? Frankly, he'd never heard it before in his life, and he scratched at his chin a bit self-consciously. "Hey, uh, I don't mean nothin' by it, but what's that you said? Never heard anybody talk like that." He hoped he didn't seem rude. Mojave was just curious, that's all.