tampered | OPEN FOR MINGLING

When; Saturday and Sunday, November 3-4
Rating; Individual threads may vary!
Characters; Everyone is welcome! This is an open log for Polyites and 4th Wallers alike, so just specify if it's an open thread or if you have 4th walling rules in the comment or subject line!
Summary; Whether you're a regular or a first-timer, here to stay or just passing through, the Blue Light is the place to be for good music, good food, and a sea of friendly faces to encounter. SO GET IN HERE AND MINGLE.
Log;

As she's now grown accustomed to doing on days when the visitors come, Rosella is manning the Blue Light with as many of her staff on duty as can spare the time to be around, making sure that residents of the City and visitors alike have a warm and cheerful place to stop in, sit down, have a chat, and enjoy the opportunity to spend time together.

The music is merry and there's the chatter of conversation in the air as the booths and tables fill with people; nearby, a space on the floor has been cleared for dancing, should any guests find themselves with the urge to cut loose.

It's looking like it's going to be a busy few days. But really, that's quite all right with her.

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I could say the same thing, almost.

[He presses a kiss, affectionate, against her head.]

It's about being where you belong, right? The place where it feels most right to be.

Yes.

But you have someone else.

[She says it without judgment.]

Had someone else.

[Equally without judgment:]

Strong as you are, sometimes I still think you need me as much as she did.

[She looks at him for a long time, her eyebrows raised.]

What makes you think so?

Sometimes you hold on to me like you think I'm the only one you'll ever have to hold on to in the first place. Sometimes I tell you you're beautiful and you act like you think I'm talking about someone else. Like a word like that doesn't belong to you.

I'm not your anchor or your shield. But I'm something else, and it's something that makes you afraid to let go.

[She looks at her cakepie. It looks delicious.]

Does that matter?

Maybe. Not really. At least not to me, but I think it might to you.

[She shrugs]

It's not always so simple. I've had many princes ask me for my hand. I've had many kingdoms desire me to be their queen.

And all of them were empty, because you never said yes. Right?

[He gives her hand a squeeze.]

[She considers it for a moment, like this is something she doesn't like to talk about. But Finnick makes her talk about these things.]

They all think I would make a lovely queen.

[But none of them think she would make a lovely wife.]

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