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<Logan> @@
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<Alex> @@
<Emma`> @@

***SETTING***
<Erik> SCENE> WUNDAGORE, AGAIN. MID-EVENING... THE SUN IS SETTING OUTSIDE. ...IT'S SUMMER. SO IT'S NOT COLD.
<Erik> ACTION> DINNER HAS JUST BEEN SERVED!
<Pietro> ::sitting in the living room area legs crossed, and reading a magazine::
<Erik> ACTION> A BELL TOLLS, WHICH THE STUDENTS HAVE BEEN NOTIFIED, MEANS THAT IT IS DINNER TIME AND EVERYONE IS EXPECTED TO MEET IN THE DINING ROOM
<Kurt> ::looks up, sitting on his bed in his room:: ..Food.. ::*BAMF!* to the dining room!::
<Pietro> ::finishes the passage he is reading, than folds the newspaper and places it on the coffee table in front of him, than in a superhuman blur of speed appears in the dining room::
<Emma`> ::Crosses her arms, walking down the hall, her hair pulled back from her face.:: ((And what european delicacy will we be having tonight, one wonders.)) ::Rolls her eyes.::
<Alex> :::Dancing to the music coming from his Walkman, making his way towards the dining room:::
<Erik> ::sitting at the head of the table, glances up at Kurt's arrival, raising a brow:: I would ask that you restrain your enthusiasm and appear -outside- the dining room, Mr Darkholme.
<Pietro> ::stops behind the chair he has sat at for the entire time he has been in Wundagore, beside his father, and across from Wanda, pulls the chair out and takes a seat:: Good evening father.
<Kurt> ..My apologies, Herr Lensherr.. ::doesn't really look like he's sorry, taking a seat after speaking::
<Alex> :::Hits the stop button on the Walkman, then settles the headphones around his neck before walking into the dining room:::
<Emma`> ::Pauses and waits patiently to glance around and see who else is coming.::
<Erik> Good evening, Pietro. ::glances to the door as Alex enters, nodding slightly:: Mr. Rydell.
<Alex> :::Nervously nods in return, taking a seat::: ((I'll never get used to being so far from home.))
<Emma`> ::Walks into the living room, nearly sure she's the last in and moves to a seat.:: ((Fashionably late.))
<Pietro> ::greets Kurt, Alex, and other newcomers to the room with a curt nod of his head, acting much more "professionally" in his father's presence than he would otherwise::
<Kurt> ::his tail curls and uncurls around one of the legs of his chair as he watches the others come in::
<Erik> Good evening, Miss Frost. ::slight twist to his lips might indicate amusement at her ploy, or might be due to something else entirely::
<Emma`> Good evening... ::Sharp glare back and then a 'friendly' nod towards her peers.::
<Catseye> ::peeks inside, before scampering over to the table::
<Pietro> ((I wonder what we are having for dinner tonight... Not really that hungry come to think of it...)) ::looks to the near-full table:: ((Where is everyone else, Father is going to be annoyed...))
<Emma`> ::Glances, hearing the noise and prepared with a barbed comment but her face softens to see Catseye.:: ((Poor dear doesn't know any better.))
<Catseye> ::sniffs the table before looking at the others::
<Erik> ::glances to Catseye:: Miss Smith... ::slight nod:: If you will join us in your chair, please?
<Alex> :::Biting his lower lip, trying to hold back the laughs::: ((And I thought my family was weird.))
<Catseye> ::tilts her head for a moment, before moving into the chair:: ((why we use chairs for?))
<Kurt> ::watches Catseye for a moment, then turns away to hide his smirk::
<Erik> ... ::long pause:: In.. ah... human form, please?
<Catseye> Catseye have to? ::waits a second before assuming her human form:: good now?
<Erik> ..Yes, much better.
<Pietro> ((There is too much tension... Perhaps I can talk with the others and everyone can start feeling more comfortable around one another... This is far too quiet..)) ::observes the cat-woman:: ((Well, father IS intimidating.... but this looks like a prison.)) ::Switches his frame of mind quickly abandoning his previous train of thought, and wondering where the food is::
<Erik> ACTION> ERIK WAITS A MOMENT FOR ANY MORE LATE ARRIVALS, THEN TURNS SLIGHTLY, AS THE DOOR TO THE KITCHENS OPEN AND A PROCESSION OF METAL TRAYS CARRYING PLATES AND FOOD FLOAT OUT TO THE TABLE, ALIGNING THEMSELVES DOWN THE CENTER OF THE LARGE TABLE
<Emma`> What is this?
<Catseye> ::leans forward and sniffs the plate nearest her:: what this
<Erik> ACTION> THE SELECTION, LOVINGLY PREPARED BY BOVA, INCLUDES SOME SORT OF MEATY NOODLE DISH, SEVERAL COOKED VEGETABLES, AND FRESH BREAD
<Kurt> ::eyes widening slightly, murmuring under his breath:: Ein eindrucksvoller trick...
<Emma`> ::Raises an eyebrow at the food.:: Well, now. It's cooked.
<Pietro> ::eyes widen and glisten upon glancing at the food, resisting the incredible urge to serve himself immediately and start eating, but having been taught the etiquette to wait::
<Catseye> ::somewhat uncoordinated, she scoots the plate closer to her and puts her face down to eat off the plate::
<Erik> ::raises a brow at Emma:: You were expecting something else? ::nods to the others with a faintly strained look at Catseye:: ...Please, begin.
<Emma`> ::Smiles over to Catseye. Perhaps her first genuine smile they've seen.::
<Pietro> ::reaches forward and serves some food to his plate, and begins eating:: ((Delicious....)) ::enthusiastic expression on his face::
<Catseye> ::literally goes about licking the plate clean::
<Emma`> ::Eats finally.::
<Alex> :::Fills his plate, bows his head for a moment, then begins eating:::
<Erik> ((I shall have to see to it that Miss Smith learns some table manners...)) ::starts eating, quietly, a distant look on his face::
<Kurt> ::grabs a plate, piling some food onto it::
<Emma`> ::Cuts into the food.::
<Pietro> ::fills his mouth proudly, munches, enjoys thoroughly and swallows::
<Catseye> ::looks up and around, spotting a nearby glass of water:: ... ::stares at it trying to figure out how to get the water out of such a narrow bowl without making a mess::
<Erik> I trust all of you have found adequate resources here to amuse yourselves today? ::sips a goblet of wine::
<Emma`> Psst... ::Glances at Catseye and takes her glass of water, motioning the girl to do the same.::
<Kurt> ::starts eating, paying full attention to his food::
<Pietro> ::nods to his father, mouth full so not speaking::
<Alex> :::Swallows a mouthful of food, then nods::: Yes, sir. Plenty of open space and books.
<Catseye> ::looks at Emma and tries to mimic, but ends up spilling about half the contents of the glass in the process:: bad bowl hard to drink from
<Erik> Good. Classes will be starting tomorrow morning at 8... I believe all of you .. ::glances at Catseye's spill:: ...have been informed which of us to meet with first?
<Logan> ::kicks open the double doors leading into the dining room from the entry hall, he's holding a case of beer in each hand, his hair is more erratic than usual, and his face is covered with grime and dirt::
<Emma`> ::Hands Catseye a napkin.:: Just keep trying, dear.
<Pietro> ::shakes his head at Catseye, than is suddenly taken back aghast by Logan's sudden appearance:: ((Good lord...))
<Erik> ::logan's entrance merits a double-brow raise, and he just leans back in his chair slightly, looking at him:: ...
<Catseye> ::holds the glass up to her mouth and begins lapping the water out::
<Kurt> ::side-glances at the sound, then goes back to watching his plate::
<Emma`> Yes, I believe so-- ::She stops in mid sentence.::
<Logan> ::eyes the assembled briefly, grunts, then walks towards the kitchen as though nothing happened::
<Emma`> How insufferably rude..
<Erik> ::closes his eyes for the barest of moments, exhaling quietly, then returns to his food::
<Alex> :::Tries to hold his laughter, but fails and begins chuckling:::
<Catseye> big boot guy always so loud ::puts the glass back::
<Emma`> ::Chews her meal, looking more annoyed.::
<Erik> Laughter only encourages that kind of behavior to continue, Mr Rydell. I need not remind you all that whatever beverages Mr. Logan leaves in the kitchens are strictly off limits.
<Pietro> ::finishes eating:: ((I guess I was hungrier than I had thought....)) ::shakes his head::
<Alex> :::Nods, settling for a grin::: Of course. My apologies, sir.
<Catseye> why big boot guy drink smelly water in can?
<Emma`> And why is that man here? Hardly a suitable role model to such impressionable children.
<Erik> He is here because he has certain skills I believe will benefit you, regardless of his personal habits.
<Kurt> ::glances at Emma with a bit of a dark look:: Children?
<Emma`> To burp the national anthem, by chance?
<Emma`> {{ (to Kurt) I don't mean it personally, my apologizes.}}
<Erik> ::rubs his temple quietly:: We will see how classes progress tomorrow.
<Catseye> ::reaches over the table and grabs at the bread before getting one in her hand:: funny shape ::sniffs it before chewing on a piece:: funny ::chews:; taste
<Kurt> ::..odd look at Emma:: ((..What?.. What was that?))
<Logan> ::emerges from the kitchen with a brew in one hand and a leg of something in the other, walks back through the dining room and up to his room::
<Pietro> ::watches Logan's progression::
<Erik> ((As for that, I will have to clarify certain things later, it seems...))
<Alex> :::Watches Logan walk through the room, then looks to Erik::: Kinda reminds me of my Uncle Doug.
<Emma`> ::Drinks her water.:: I suppose anti-social behavior isn't what he's going to be teaching us, correct Mr. Lensherr?
<Catseye> ::lays the rest of the roll on the table:: maybe not for eating? ::bats it around a bit::
<Pietro> ::looks around to the others slowly finishing:: Do you require anything of me father? Or may I be excused?
<Erik> You may, Pietro.
<Pietro> Thank You.. ::moves his chair back, stands, and picks up his plate, carrying it towards the kitchen::
<Kurt> ::turns his gaze back to his plate again, chewing thoughtfully::
<Catseye> ::smacks the roll over towards Kurt::
<Erik> ::spreads butter on a piece of bread::
<Kurt> ::blinks at the roll, looking to Catseye, then rolls it back over to her::
<Catseye> ::watches it roll back before hitting it back over to him::
<Emma`> ::Crosses her arms, her eyes partly closed.::
<Erik> ::clears his throat slightly:: If you wish to play tennis, there is a court.
<Pietro> ::puts the dish in the sink, and turns around walking back out and towards the living room area where he was sitting earlier::
<Alex> :::Still grinning, finishes the last bit of food on his plate::: What sort of classes will we be taking, sir? Academic or physical?
<Kurt> ... ::side-glances at Erik, then wraps his tail around the roll, offering it back to Catseye:: Here, fraulein.. this is yours..
<Emma`> ((I'm re-starting to think of the streets might of been a better turn.))
<Erik> Both, Mr Rydell.
<Catseye> ::takes the roll and rolls it over to Alex::
<Alex> :::Looks down at the roll, looking slightly confused:::
<Emma`> ::Sighs:: May I be excused?
<Erik> You may.
<Catseye> ::watches Alex::
<Alex> :::Does a quick glance to make sure Erik is not watching, then knocks the roll back towards Catseye:::
<Kurt> ((Playful girl.. too bad Herr Lensherr is rather uptight..))
<Pietro> ::reaches the living room and sits back down, leaning back comfortably in the couch::
<Emma`> ::Slowly rises from the table and carries her plate to the kitchen.::
<Catseye> ::takes the roll and sniffs it before dumping it on the plate and trying to get a drink of water again::
<Emma`> ::Strolls out of the dining room all towards the living room.::
<Pietro> ::picks up the magazine he was reading earlier and starts at it again::
<Catseye> bluefur has funny tail ::bats the roll again towards Kurt::
<Alex> :::Shakes his head, then looks to Erik::: Permission to be excused, sir?
<Erik> ::nods to Alex, then glances to Catseye:: Miss Smith... if you are finished..?
<Kurt> That I do, fraulein. ::grinning faintly, he grabs the roll with his tail again::
<Alex> :::Stands up, picking up his plate, then goes to the kitchen:::
<Emma`> ::Waltzes into the living room area of the castle and spies Pietro, taking a seat next to him.:: How do you manage to surrive?
<Catseye> no milk? ::looks at Erik::
<Pietro> ::grins putting the magazine down:: When you grow up among gypsies who are always on the move, you get used to entertaining yourself with little effort...
<Erik> You may go to the kitchen and ask Bova to pour you a glass. ((Or bowl, if she feels like it.))
<Emma`> ::Chuckles.:: Ah, that was my second question. I mean your father, how on Earth do you deal with such a man as a parent? ::Smiles back.::
<Catseye> ::assumes her previous form and takes the roll in her mouth before wandering towards the kitchen::
<Alex> :::Walks out of the kitchen, his head bobbing to the music coming from his Walkman headphones::
<Pietro> ::laughs:: He's pretty intimidating... Even to Wanda and I... But, you know... He's family so it's a bit easier for us... I think he's probably just afraid to mess up..
<Kurt> ..I suppose I am also finished.. guten abend.. ::stands, grabbing his plate and trailing after Catseye::
<Catseye> ::pushes the door open and peeks into the kitchen::
<Emma`> Hrm, he is at that and I've meet more intimidating people in my life.
<Pietro> ::grins and stands up:: Come on, I wanna show you something...
<Emma`> Oh? ::Stands up.::
<Catseye> ::stalks into the kitchen, dropping the roll on the floor:: nobody here
<Erik> <Bova> ::steps out of the pantry, looking a bit surprised at Catseye:: May I help you, dear?
<Kurt> ::leaves his plate in the kitchen, then moves out of the kitchen and down the hall to the living room::
<Catseye> milk please lady thank you
<Erik> <Bova> ::takes a pitcher of milk out of the large refrigerator and pours it into a bowl, then sets the bowl on the floor for Catseye:: Certainly... if you need anything else, just come right in and tell me, yes?
<Pietro> ::nods:: Hold on.. ::wraps an arm around Emma, and makes a dash for the scenic spot he found when the school was being built, figuring he might just make it before the sun is completely set:: <<Going to the place where the picture on the website shows of the valley :)>>
<Catseye> ::walks over and begins lapping up the milk:: ((good good))
<Emma`> ::Blinks, one hand over her chest and takes a breath.:: That was unexpected... ::Catching her breath she looks over to the valley. She's silent for a moment.:: Such a lovely view.
<Catseye> ::finishes off most of the milk and wanders away eventually into the main living room::
<Kurt> ::now perched on the arm of the couch, tail curled up onto the back of said couch, with a thoughtful stare at the carpet::
<Catseye> ::jumps up onto the couch::
<Kurt> ::looks up quickly:: ..Ah.. hallo..
<Catseye> ::mumbles something un-discernable before curling up into a ball for a nap::
<Kurt> ::shrugs slightly to himself, going back to staring at the floor:: ((Must be nice to not have any cares.))