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Entry tags:
- annie cresta [the hunger games],
- charles miller [oc],
- cosette fauchelevent [les miserables],
- courfeyrac [les miserables],
- dave strider [homestuck],
- enjolras [les miserables],
- eponine thenardier [les miserables],
- finnick odair [the hunger games],
- gabriel novak [supernatural],
- gale hawthorne [the hunger games],
- grantaire [les miserables],
- jean prouvaire [les miserables],
- lydia martin [teen wolf],
- nico di angelo [pjo],
- yang xiao long [rwby]
Fly Away to a Cafe
Who: Everyone who wants in!
What: The V-Day Café! (Yes, that's what we're going with, no, you can't make WWII jokes.)
Where: The Big House
When: Valentine's Day, mostly evening but various times
Warnings: I have no freakin' clue, it's probably going to depend on individual threads
At 6:00 sharp, the doors are officially open on the first ever Camp Half-Blood Valentine's Day Café. The two biggest rooms on the first floor of the Big House have been turned into dining rooms, one decorated in a much more traditionally "romantic" oeuvre for couples and the second into a relaxing place to hang out just among friends. Both rooms are serving the same menu, and both have a good number of tables set up to accomodate visitors. As people finish eating, the waiters and waitresses will roll around a dessert cart for people to make selections from. Enjolras will beincredibly reluctantly providing serenades in the romantic dining room with some assistance from Cosette, while Chiron's boombox has been borrowed and tuned to the local pop station for the casual dining room. Have fun, everyone!
What: The V-Day Café! (Yes, that's what we're going with, no, you can't make WWII jokes.)
Where: The Big House
When: Valentine's Day, mostly evening but various times
Warnings: I have no freakin' clue, it's probably going to depend on individual threads
At 6:00 sharp, the doors are officially open on the first ever Camp Half-Blood Valentine's Day Café. The two biggest rooms on the first floor of the Big House have been turned into dining rooms, one decorated in a much more traditionally "romantic" oeuvre for couples and the second into a relaxing place to hang out just among friends. Both rooms are serving the same menu, and both have a good number of tables set up to accomodate visitors. As people finish eating, the waiters and waitresses will roll around a dessert cart for people to make selections from. Enjolras will be
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"I- wh-what?" Eponine stuttered the words out, desperately wanting to bury her face in her dress. "No- I am not blushing," she lied, trying to do her best to get her Hermes girl on. "And I'm... Maybe I'm in the mood to be flattered."
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"Just so you know, I'm only doing this so I can see the blushing."
Because you're totally blushing, Eponine. He's never seen you go that colour and the Hermes girl act just isn't cutting it. "You sure about that, though? 'Cause I could spin out some wicked lines that'll make you weak at the knees."
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You are the worst boyfriend, Dave. But hey, at least his glasses are off, so she can actually see his eyes. They're terrifying, but she likes them. They make Dave... Dave.
Eponine rolls her eyes, trying to recover some of her pride. "Could you? Do it, then. Let's see what you've got to offer me, Strider."
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"Later, babe. Later," he teases, reaching out to grasp one of her hands and tangle their fingers together. "It'll spoil everyone's night if all the girls here start swooning."
The moral of this story is that Dave never stops being a little shit. Ever.
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Meanwhile, Eponine is rolling her eyes. "Please, you know you only have eyes, and words, for me." Biggest little shit ever, guys. "But when we get back to the cabin, I'm holding you to that."
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"Maybe I do, but envy is a powerful thing, y'no." There's nothing like nonchalant boasting, really. Especially when you don't exactly mean it. "And you're the only person here who can say Dave Strider is their boyfriend."
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"But neither have much room to complain. I get to see your eyes whenever I want." And yes, Dave, she'd love to hold you to other things. And hold other things.
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Or maybe that's what she means. He's not going to ask.
"You got it. Just, you know, warn me if you're gonna swipe my shades in broad daylight or some shit." He pauses to sip his water. "I still wanna be able to see when I'm thirty."
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Besides, there's nothing wrong with sleeping with a few boys at camp. And getting handsy with more than a few more.
"I can do that." Woah, is she compromising? Yes, yes she is. "What's wrong with them, anyway? They're amazing."
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"Wrong with them?" He actually looks a bit perplexed by the question, as if he's never had it phrased that way before. "Nothing's.. wrong with them.. I guess. It's the freaky colour. I'm photosensitive."
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"So you were just born with them? They're beautiful. Stunning, even." She finds herself squeezing his hand. "Don't let it go to your head or anything, but you're pretty damn handsome, Strider."
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Dave smiles awkwardly, face tinging pink as he looks away from her and rubs a hand around the back of his neck. Teasing was one thing but genuine compliments were something else entirely.
"Uh.. thanks."
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"But you're welcome. I don't just let any random looking guy call me his girlfriend. You gotta be hot."
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"Nice to know I live up to your aesthetic ideals. That's my year made right there."
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She took a sip of her water.
"Then again... You didn't exactly let me get away with it..."
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"You can't be mean to me, I took my shades off for you."
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"I can't say you're wrong on that one. Everyone else here is boring compared to me. I'm shrouded in mystery."
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"I wouldn't go that far," he retorted with a smirk. "But you keep me on my toes."
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Damn it, this dating thing is hard.
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"I'd ask if you've got the stones to back it up but, uh. I know you do."
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Eponine presses her lips together, glancing down at her plate. "Dave... Thank you."
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