[Open Post] All the Lonely People

[alcuin_delaunay]

After a couple weeks, Alcuin has begun to settle in. It is strange, how this place is different and alike the mansion he remembers, but his optimism cannot be stifled.

Right now, he's curled up on a couch in the library, listening to albums by the Beatles on an old record player per L's recommendation. He is very open to being bothered.

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[51stcentry_jack]

Someone has good taste in music, though Jack tends toward Glenn Miller and Tommy Dorsey himself; still, he can remember when the Fab Four used to play the underground clubs in Liverpool and they called themselves "Johnny and the Moondogs". Who knew group of kids would have turned out so well?

And no, Paul McCartney is not dead: Torchwood got roped into investigating that since something flooky happened to set off the rumors. We'd say more, but we'd have to RetCon you.

Jack's supposed to be resting, but he'd rather rest where there's a bit of traffic: library seems a good compromise, and so he's just entering, a folded blanket draped over his shoulder. Hearing the music and seeing who's listening, he'll pause to take in the sight, smiling on this.

[alcuin_delaunay]

Alcuin looks up at the movement, very slightly defensive for a split second before recognizing Jack and smiling broadly. "Jack!"

Rising fluidly, he crosses the room to him, reaching out to clasp Jack's arms--friendship, support and concern in the gesture--and to look him over fussily. "Are you well? How is everything?"

[51stcentry_jack]

"Heard music and had to see who was engaging in a little nostalgia -- or music appreciation, depending on what time period the listener's coming from," he says, clasping Alcuin's arms warmly, pleased to see the young man. "Me, I'm doing well: restless and tired, but that's par the course." He's a little fuller-looking about the waist, but the loose-fitting shirt he's wearing hides his condition well.

[alcuin_delaunay]

"Come, sit down." Worrying over him with a smile, Alcuin will attempt to steer him over to a couch, sitting down on the edge and tucking the blankets around him. "Can I get you anything?"

[daddyissuesjnr]

And here's Melou, who's grumpy even at the best of times, and now is not the best of times. With everything that's happened recently and not so recently, he's barely keeping it together.

He hardly ever visits the library, but he's brooding in the corridor outside, and he's curious about where the music is coming from, so he tentatively sticks his head around the doorframe.

[alcuin_delaunay]

Alcuin notices the movement, eyes flicking over to the doorway. He can't help but smile at the tentative approach, friendly and welcoming. "Hello," he says, staying comfortably languid on the couch so as to seem less of a threat.

[daddyissuesjnr]

Damn it. Melou was really hoping that nobody would see him, because now he'll have to have a conversation with someone, and he hates doing that.

He forgets to be grumpy when he sees Alcuin, though, and he just stares instead. Because this guy is seriously pretty.

[alcuin_delaunay]

"I'm Alcuin." Watching him with a soft, curious smile, Alcuin stays put. His new friends seems skittish, and may not be able to talk, so Alcuin tries his best not to make any sudden movements that might spook him.