02-28-2018, 06:27 PM
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| Mooncalf
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|  Ava, Simon, and Ethan *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
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Originally Posted by RandomRaven  …offering them (or probably just Ethan lol) to share lift together. "Is there any room left?" She asked. ”Looks big enough,” Conely said shifting over so the young lady and the snowboard could join him and Simon. His skis knocked up little bits of snow as he shifted. Since it was so fresh down here, he could only imagine what it would be like at the top of the hill. Or maybe it wasn’t fresh. Maybe most of the employees were hiding out in the lodge where they weren’t likely to break their necks. ”We just may need to get…comfortable with each other.”That was always how his mother had put it when people had to mush together. Text Cut: Simon Quote:
Originally Posted by Holmesian Feline At least the other man didn’t seem annoyed or negatively reactant to his question. Simon had realized too late that he might not have appreciated him noticing the anxiety. He had his observation skills to blame and he would have tried to defend himself with appology. But instead he was greeted with the truth and he nodded in acceptance before returning the favor. “The same…can’t say I have much time for sking much.”
He followed his gaze to the approaching duo. “Hey,” Simon greeted Ethan, his fellow Law Enforcement member. The former Gryffindor offering a smile to the young woman who looked vaguely familiar. Had she been an intern? Sometimes trying to keep track of everyone for security reasons stretched his memory. “Sure…” he agreed, seeing as he wasn’t about to hog one all for his lonesome and he doubted his companion was the type to do so either. As for room for the other two…they could probably do it. “Perhaps."
“Nice to meet you,” the security man said as the lift stopped just long enough for them to get on. “I’m Simon.” Once he got settled on the lift, he got a better look at the new man and it was then that the name he’d been given started to make some sense to him. “Would that be Conley Phora?” Conley felt the lift jostle and jiggle a little as the four climbed on. “Nice to meet you, Simon.” If his hands hadn’t been clad in snow gloves and if ski poles hadn’t been dangling from his wrists, Conley would have shook the man’s hand. However, this strange event of an orientation didn’t really allow for the traditional methods of introductions and interactions. So, when in Rome….Conley sort of waved/saluted at Simon.
As the lift took off, the man asked him about his name. ”Aye,” he nodded in response to his name. ”I do hope my reputation hasn’t proceeded me,” he joked. In his experience, there was nothing worse than having to compete with a pre-conceived notion that people had about someone.
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