august mingle;

[thecommissary]

This is the general mingle log for August. Feel free to post open top levels for: new arrivals, job duties, general hanging out in common spaces, bonding with your block, and anything else you can think of. There will not be a catch all for the event, so you can put event starters here or in their own separate log!

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[violenti]

[ The first thing Rook notices is the red sky. It makes him uncomfortable at once, reminiscent of things he'd rather forget. It's enough to push him to step into the house in front of him, barely taking time to admire it.

He's not sure why- or how- he's here. A dream, he assumes, though it seems awfully real. He wanders slow through the house- he's never seen anything like it. He grew up around trailers and old cabins, some row houses in the nearest town. But this... it's beautiful. He stops by what he thinks is a mirror first, but he sees instead of himself a different young man. It almost... looks like Michael? A painting, then. But then he moves, and so does the man. ]

Jesus-

[ He stumbles back through a doorway, and turns, only to find the Michael he recognizes. ] Oh- uh, alright. [ Wait, does that mean he shouldn't sit down either? But then he remembers something else that distracts him from that thought. ]

Hey, I haven't seen you in a while. You uh- you been alright?

[spawnofsatan]

[ Michael straightens, motioning for Rook to sit with him. He has his choice of furniture, but everything looks like it came out of a magazine. There is an ornate marble fireplace nearby, crackling merrily.

He hums, offering Rook a smile, though fatigue lines his features. His fingers twirl a strand of his hair, pushing it into place. ]

I couldn't be better. You make it sound like I've been gone for so long. Did you miss me?

[violenti]

[ God, but he is out of his element here. Rook perches uneasily on a chair that probably cost a month's worth of pay for him (or more, though the thought only makes him more uncomfortable). He folds his hands together, elbows on his knees, and watches Michael. ]

Hah. Yeah, sure, let's go with that. I mean it's been a- what, a week or something, I guess. Where'd you go? Just didn't feel like socializing?

[ The discordant fact that he's casually talking about prison while not considering where he is doesn't seem to occur to him. ]

[spawnofsatan]

[ Michael brushes away a stray bit of lint from the crimson velvet of his sleeve. He raises an eyebrow inquisitively. ]

What? No, nothing like that. I was in solitary.

[ He says conversationally as if discussing the weather. ]

[violenti]

[ Rook's brows raise. ] The hell did you do to get yourself tossed in there?

[ He makes a face, mouth tugging into a thin line. ] Do I want to know?