asgardmeridiem | GIrls Night Out (Closed)

Who: Samantha and Penelope
What: Attempts at Relaxation just before this place turns into a frozen hell for a week.
When: Backdated to Evening 302
Where: Folkvang Comfort House
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13, Just awkward conversations and general body consciousness issues for both of them.

She didn't do this often enough. That was the first thing on Samantha's mind as she made her way towards Folkvang. She'd sent directions onto little miss Handkerchief and a good time to meet up and now she was standing just outside of the entrance. At least it wasn't raining today, and the temperatures weren't too cool. But, as she stood there, waiting on Penelope, she had to reflect on the fact that she hadn't come here in at least a month, and the last time had been with Eve.

Really, she didn't get out enough period. There were only a few people who dragged her out of her house and shop, filled with her plots, plans, research and work. She needed to force herself to do this more often. It was a good excuse, getting to know the strange girl who didn't want her face seen. Pulling out rolling papers, she made herself a cigarette and lit it up. The sweet scent of cloves filled the air around her while she waited, watching the road for her companion this evening.

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Penelope sat there quietly for a few minutes, staring at the rocks without really seeing them, and not just because of the steam. People certainly seemed less concerned about looks here but it still wasn't easy for her to even imagine walking around without her scarf. Just because Samantha and quite a few others didn't have problems didn't mean she wouldn't. And considering how she'd been kept in hiding her entire life and every single person that saw her nose ran, Penelope wasn't exactly gung-ho about giving it a shot here.

"They may not be," she finally spoke up, voice quiet but firm, "But that doesn't mean I'm comfortable with revealing it. People can be as curious as they'd like."

"Can't force you," she murmured, feeling her back slip down an inch and sighing a bit. Behind the curtain of the blindfold, her eyes were closed and she was at ease for the most part. As much as she wanted to be nervous, being like this around a complete stranger, it was easier not to.

She was all alone and nothing was going wrong. Penelope felt completely harmless, which was a nice change of pace. "Just saying. I'll probably stay curious, but you'll take it off whenever you're ready to do that."

"I'd appreciate it if you kept your curiosity to yourself until then." She leaned back against the wall and pulled her scarf off her neck completely, toying with the ends for a moment before she set it beside her. It would be damp - if not soaked through - when they were done, which she hadn't thought of; what would she do once they left? "I... I know I can't stop you from being curious without telling you why I use it, but I'd rather not feel pressured."

Perhaps she was coming off rudely, but Penelope really didn't care at that moment; she wanted to make sure that Samantha understood how she felt. If she had a problem with it, Penelope would likely forgo spending time with her again.

"I will," she said, nodding. It was something she understood more than she let on, which was why she was first just a little pushy and then dropped it almost completely. "When you're ready and not before."

"So... did you ever end up finding a job? I'd been meaning to ask you about that." And, just like that the other topic was done, even if it was a little forced.

"I did, yes," she said, appreciation for the topic change pretty obvious in her tone. She still hadn't relaxed fully, nor quite as much as Samantha, but perhaps she'd get there. Eventually. "The library needed more people, so I got a job there. It's rather perfect for me, too."

"Library, eh?" she murmured, laughing. "It's a lot better over there since they opened the back stacks up. There was a bit of info we couldn't get before that. You're a reader, I take it?"

"I didn't know that," she said quietly, curiosity now piqued. But she smiled at the question and nearly nodded again. "I am. It's one of my favorite past times." Of course, a lot of that was because it was the only adventure she got, the only chance she had at getting out of the house. So to speak.

"It's a good pastime. I don't get nearly enough time to read myself, not like I used to. I spent most of my younger years at home," she said. It was a little something they shared in common. "The woods weren't bad though. You could find some neat herbs out there."

GIrls Night Out (Closed)

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