Post by Boom and Lockjaw on Sept 19, 2014 17:20:22 GMT 1
Time and Date:: Winter; early evening, just past the dinner hour.
Weather:: This is Berk - it is cold and miserable, duh.
Previous Threads?:: None to speak of.
The din of voices in the background, fires crackling, and the occasional thud brought about by whatever signaled the beginnings of a typical evening's end in Berk.
The hall had begun to clear, so that instead of most of the village being packed like sardines into the massive stone hall there was a more comfortable level of business; dishes clattered as they were picked up, and the smell of food still hung faintly in the air. It was like clockwork, the atmosphere and mood down to a science that generally never so much as changed with the day.
Boom laid watch to the room and it's general atmosphere with a scowl and slight furrow of her brows. It was boring, no better word for it, and she couldn't find a way to take an interest in the humdrum even if she tried. Her fingers wrapped impatiently on a nearby stone counter top, wild eyes fishing the room for something - anything - interesting. Finding nothing, she decided to make it interesting herself.
She stood up abruptly, her abandoned stool giving a slight screech as she harshly abandoned her spot and cut through the crowds with raw intention. Somewhere along the way she'd grabbed a fresh ale out of the hands of another Viking, not pausing for a moment as she climbed first on to a bench and then on to the top of one of the center tables. She stomped, rattling the table's contents noisily as her familiar toothy grin bloomed mischievously over her face.
"Hey, you! All of you! She boomed, sloshing the ale a little as she held it up high. "You're about to be outdrunk! She waved the ale threateningly, taking a noisy slurp of the substance before turning so she could regard who was left in the Hall. "Step on up, pansies! Boom cackled, throwing her head back and rocking her overconfidence with a taunt to catch the competitive nature of her tribe.
Weather:: This is Berk - it is cold and miserable, duh.
Previous Threads?:: None to speak of.
The din of voices in the background, fires crackling, and the occasional thud brought about by whatever signaled the beginnings of a typical evening's end in Berk.
The hall had begun to clear, so that instead of most of the village being packed like sardines into the massive stone hall there was a more comfortable level of business; dishes clattered as they were picked up, and the smell of food still hung faintly in the air. It was like clockwork, the atmosphere and mood down to a science that generally never so much as changed with the day.
Boom laid watch to the room and it's general atmosphere with a scowl and slight furrow of her brows. It was boring, no better word for it, and she couldn't find a way to take an interest in the humdrum even if she tried. Her fingers wrapped impatiently on a nearby stone counter top, wild eyes fishing the room for something - anything - interesting. Finding nothing, she decided to make it interesting herself.
She stood up abruptly, her abandoned stool giving a slight screech as she harshly abandoned her spot and cut through the crowds with raw intention. Somewhere along the way she'd grabbed a fresh ale out of the hands of another Viking, not pausing for a moment as she climbed first on to a bench and then on to the top of one of the center tables. She stomped, rattling the table's contents noisily as her familiar toothy grin bloomed mischievously over her face.
"Hey, you! All of you! She boomed, sloshing the ale a little as she held it up high. "You're about to be outdrunk! She waved the ale threateningly, taking a noisy slurp of the substance before turning so she could regard who was left in the Hall. "Step on up, pansies! Boom cackled, throwing her head back and rocking her overconfidence with a taunt to catch the competitive nature of her tribe.