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entrancelogs2016-05-14 01:08 am
singloversing) wrote in entrancelogs2016-05-14 01:08 am
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I close my eyes and there's someone beside me hand in hand | Closed
Who: Wirt [singloversing] and Beatrice [ateherdirt]
Where: Her room
When: 5/12, once he works up the nerve.
Rating: PG for cute nerds
Summary: There's a party coming up and Wirt would like to-- h-he'd like the pleasure of her compan- nonono that's too formal and weird. He...wants to know if Beatrice would like to go to the party. Platonically. With him. ...Totally platonically.
The Story:
[It took Wirt like a whole day after the invitations went out to work up the courage to even try to talk to Beatrice about this party, and to squash all the thoughts that she'd just laugh at him for asking or refuse outright. Now he's trying to keep all the invasive "She probably doesn't even want to go anyway"s and "Why would she want to do anything like that with a loser like you?"s on planned ignore, but it's very difficult.
He's also not sure what to make of the fact that he wants to ask her, or that this feels so...important. It feels like the decision to give Sara that tape on a somewhat lower scale, but this is Beatrice. This is Beatrice.
He shakes his head, and like with many, many other things he...tries not to think about it too hard. He over-complicates things enough as it is. He shoves the reasoning to the back-burner and just tries to press forward...except "pressing forward" is more like stumbling awkwardly and falling on his face. Why did he think this was a good idea again?
For a good ten minutes, Wirt paces around outside of Beatrice's door, trying to think of what to say. He hasn't even knocked and he doesn't know if she's even in or if she's out somewhere else...she doesn't even stay here most of the time, right?? Usually he sees her elsewhere oh geez why is he doing this?]
Oh my gosh. This was like the worst idea. I-I should just...
[He turns like he's going to go, his cape swishing behind him...but then, he turns back and looks at her door some more. Honestly, he wishes there was a way he could know she was home without him having to alert her that he's there by knocking. Not in a spying sort of way, but just so he knows he's not wasting his time pacing around like a weirdo.
Really though, the longer he waits, the more likely it is Beatrice will stumble on him being a weirdo outside her door all by herself.]
singloversing] and Beatrice [ateherdirt]Where: Her room
When: 5/12, once he works up the nerve.
Rating: PG for cute nerds
Summary: There's a party coming up and Wirt would like to-- h-he'd like the pleasure of her compan- nonono that's too formal and weird. He...wants to know if Beatrice would like to go to the party. Platonically. With him. ...Totally platonically.
The Story:
[It took Wirt like a whole day after the invitations went out to work up the courage to even try to talk to Beatrice about this party, and to squash all the thoughts that she'd just laugh at him for asking or refuse outright. Now he's trying to keep all the invasive "She probably doesn't even want to go anyway"s and "Why would she want to do anything like that with a loser like you?"s on planned ignore, but it's very difficult.
He's also not sure what to make of the fact that he wants to ask her, or that this feels so...important. It feels like the decision to give Sara that tape on a somewhat lower scale, but this is Beatrice. This is Beatrice.
He shakes his head, and like with many, many other things he...tries not to think about it too hard. He over-complicates things enough as it is. He shoves the reasoning to the back-burner and just tries to press forward...except "pressing forward" is more like stumbling awkwardly and falling on his face. Why did he think this was a good idea again?
For a good ten minutes, Wirt paces around outside of Beatrice's door, trying to think of what to say. He hasn't even knocked and he doesn't know if she's even in or if she's out somewhere else...she doesn't even stay here most of the time, right?? Usually he sees her elsewhere oh geez why is he doing this?]
Oh my gosh. This was like the worst idea. I-I should just...
[He turns like he's going to go, his cape swishing behind him...but then, he turns back and looks at her door some more. Honestly, he wishes there was a way he could know she was home without him having to alert her that he's there by knocking. Not in a spying sort of way, but just so he knows he's not wasting his time pacing around like a weirdo.
Really though, the longer he waits, the more likely it is Beatrice will stumble on him being a weirdo outside her door all by herself.]
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...Wirt? What are you doing?
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I'm okay! I...I-I was just. Looking for you? I thought you might be here-- a-and I was like, totally about to knock. Because I definitely just got here.
[TOTALLY WASN'T HANGING OUT IN THE HALL PACING OR ANYTHING.]
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Okay?
[She still looks more confused than anything else.]
What did you want?
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Uhh. I...was wondering if-- if you got an invitation to that party Evelyn's hosting?
[He's pretty sure everyone did, but it's an easy opening that doesn't put quite as much pressure on him asking more directly.]
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[This was so stupid. He should just turn around and walk away, like right now.]
...No, I-- I know everyone got them, I was just. I was wondering if you were thinking about going to it?
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I...well, yeah. I mean, I was thinking about it anyway. I dunno. It sounds like it might be fun though? It sounds, uh...different. Different from regularly parties here, I mean.
[That feels important to emphasize, because Wirt normally isn't much of a party person himself, and he doesn't want this to seem too weird or out of nowhere.]
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Yeah, I...yeah. But, um. Do you want to go? I don't want to try and drag you there if you don't want to.
[He's worrying too much. She's probably not even thinking about it that much, but it makes him feel better to ask.]
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I said ok, didn't I? Not like I've got anything better to do.
[And not like he'd be able to drag her if she didn't want to let's be honest.]
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[Weirdly that's a relief though. Beatrice isn't someone who does things she doesn't want to do, so...if she really didn't want to go, she'd say so. That alone is enough to make him ease.]
Uh, cool. Cool beans. [Oh my gosh why is he still talking no.] I don't know if you looked at it or anything, but it's a party that would have happened in Evelyn's time, so it'll be all like...jazz and swing music.
[He lights up a little when he talks about it - jazz is some of his favorite music, and not something most parties play at all. Or ever. He's never been to a party with jazz, actually.]
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[He's not as bad as he claims though - he has a good ear for melodies.]
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I-- I don't know about that. But...thanks?
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Well, if you want to? It's themed to the 1920s-40s so it's like...uh.
[His thoughts slow to a pause when he realizes he has no idea "when" the Unknown is at all. Everything's so old timey, but he's never thought about it before. Will Beatrice know what he's talking about?]
For girls that's probably like. ...Flappers? I guess?
[He's also not going to pretend he knows a ton about historically accurate women's fashion either.]
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I guess I'll... find a picture in the library.