((OOC: Open thread for any changeling who's on the ground or any changeling who can also fly.))Clayton finally finished memorizing his notes for the day, closed his book, and stretched. He fluttered his wings for a moment, stretched his neck, and seemed to come to a decision."I'm tried of being cooped up in here all day," he said. "I'm going to stretch my wings for a bit."And with that, he put on a warm, flease sweatshirt with strategically placed slits in the back, and walked to the open window. He looked outside. It was a cool night, with a bit of fog. Unusual weather, true, but perfect for a stretch.After making sure there were no mortals around to see him, he climbed onto the landing, and flew.
Geain cuts through the visitors lot carrying a shopping bag of Diet Cokes and microwave popcorn. She walks with the hood of her cloak off, enjoying the still night air and the soft wisps of fog. Near Rowan she pauses and turns her face to the sky with a soft sigh, looking up towards the sliver of moon peeking out, the bright North Star and the......satyr.With a laugh, she sets down her bag and waves as though signaling a plane.
"Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way," Clay sang as he soared. "Oh what fun it is to fly to a moon-lit serinade!" Just for fun, he did a loop-de-loop... and then noticed someone waving at him.He held his breath for a moment... but when the gravity of having a mortal see him didn't happen, he grinned (and breathed a sigh of relief). That must be a Fae that I don't know yet.Soon, he was floating down towards the ground, landing gently close to Geain."Hello," he said with a grin. Clayton's voice was deep and husky, with a touch of warmth in it.
The pooka grins back, dipping her head in a quaint little bird-like gesture. "And hello to you, I haven't seen acrobatics like that since the last Karoo Air Show. Have you been practicing long or is this a first venture out in the grey and...well, black."
Clay laughs. "This is hardly my first time flying, if that's what you mean. I'm Clayton." He offers his hand. "And what should I not call you?"((ooc: Clay has an appearance of 4 (Masculine), and a Fame rating of 3 as a clothing model... not that he's wearing much clothing now...))
Geain shifts her bag, and does not take his hand. Though she continues to smile there is now a bit of an edge to it. "Well, you could start with "Late for dinner" or "Liar" if you really wanted to, or were you trying to find a glib way of asking a girl her name?"
"Basically," Clay says. "Of course, I could have given you my other name..." He lets that trail off for a moment, and flaps his wings. "But I think that's kind of rude, and would rather give someone an option of letting them be called what they want to be called." He shrugs. Then grins."And if you've missed dinner by this much, there's a few stores that are open all night near bye. Pita Palace is one of them."
Geain shrugs. "I'd have asked that then, but then I'm odd that way. I'm justa bit peckish, hence the grocery run. Would you like to join me for popcorn or take more of a walk together?"
"Both," he says. Noticing that she became uncomfortable, he makes sure to stay a bit more than an arm's length away. He glances down at her bags. "And if you'll forgive me for being a stereotypical guy, do you want me to carry one of those for you?"
Geain grins again, tipping her head to one side in an endearingly bird-like gesture. "I never turn down an offer like that, most people figure I can tote my own barge and carry my own shit being an athlete at all." She holds out the shopping bag but not the backpack she carries as a purse. "If you'll be my sherpa to the dorm you can start with the popcorn as a moving fee and move on from there if you really need something more substantial and less fun."
"Sounds good to me," Clay says as he takes her bags. "Lead the way."
Geain steps just a bit in front of the Satyr and starts towards Rowan slowly. "What dorm do you bunk in?"
"Rowan, actually," Clay replies. "Top floor. It makes getting out for a stretch easier." He winks. As they get closer to the building, Clay points out the room with the open window as his.
She laughs. "I wish I was that smart, I just asked for a roommate who didn't cut her toenails in the room or smoke so they stuck me way down on the second floor."
"Those are pretty important," Clay says. "Same with getting a room mate who doesn't routinely eat the furnature." He pauses for a bit. "Actually, my room mate doesn't really do that. Doesn't fit the standard Red Cap stereotypes at all that I've noticed." Of course, he's hardly in the room at all these days, Clay thinks.
"Who is that? I haven't seen any Redcaps around campus yet, or at all, for that matter. My nanny told my dad and I about them but I've never met one."
"His name is James. You can't miss him. For one, he's as good looking than some sidhe. Second, he has a huge pair of raven wings on his back."
"Oh, okay, I saw him at the library. Oh, Rowan lounge, last stop."Reaching for the shopping bag. Geain fishes out the box of microwave pop corn and takes out 2 packages. Those are handed to Clay and the rest tucked back in the bag. "You start nuking those and I'll get some essentials. All I have in the area is Diet Coke, is that cool with you?"
"Diet is fine," Clay replied. "I need to watch my figure for a photo-shoot in a few weeks."He nukes the bag of pop-corn
Geain nods and then heads up the stairs, taking them two at a time. She returns a couple minutes later with a pair of Diet Cokes and a large bowl. In the bowl in a tub of Brewer's yeast, garlic salt and a pepper grinder."I wasn't sure how you take it so I brought everything but a lime." She smiles sweetly.
"That's cool" he replies. He takes one of the diet cokes, opens it, and throws in a pinch of garlic salt, and a dash of pepper.
Making a face as he seasons his drink, Geain sets her drink on a table and heads over to liberate the pop corn from the microwave. She shakes it into the bowl in stages, coating each layer with a bit of the Brewer's yeast, a few shakes of garlic salt before topping off the whole thing with a few liberal grinds from the pepper mill."There you go, fit for a king,"
Clay grins as he notices Geain's face. "Got ya," he said. He took a sip. "You actually can't taste it. I didn't put enough in the can."...liberate the pop corn from the microwave. She shakes it into the bowl in stages, coating each layer with a bit of the Brewer's yeast, a few shakes of garlic salt before topping off the whole thing with a few liberal grinds from the pepper mill."There you go, fit for a king,""Or a queen," he replies. "Or even a commoner or two."
Geain laughs. "Now if only we knew where to find a couple of those we'd be in business."She opens her open can and takes a long sip before perching on the edge of one of the couches. "How long have you been here?"
"It's my second year here," he said. "I took a few years off of highschool to work on my modeling, and now I'm in pre-med." He munches on some popcorn. "Mmmm. Good stuff. What about you? How long have you been here?" He knows he's not going to get a straight answer from this girl (who's name he still doesn't know...) but he doesn't really care. She seems nice, and is fun to be around so far.
Geain grins, stealing a handful of popcorn out of the bowl. She eats it one kernel at a time, cupping the rest next to her chest. "I told you it was good, you should learn to listen."She settles back onto the couch comfortably. "I just got here a few days ago. I had an audition with the Portland Ballet I didn't want to break on the 12th so I got a late start driving here. The waiting list even to be seen is as long as my arm, I wouldn't have gotten another chance until after I graduated, you know? What kind of medicine are you looking into doing when you grow up?"
"Gynacologist," Clay says without missing a beat."I'm kidding. I want to be a GP and do family medicine. Of course, I don't necessarilly plan to grow up." He winks."So how long have you been dancing? And will I have the pleasure of seeing you in one of the school's plays? They are always looking for good actors and dancers."