Milo Thatch

32 Atlantis Corona University Salem-U RP

[beyoundthesea-blog]

Hmm…as if this ball could get anymore nerve racking–it has now started snowing like all blazes outside!  We–we could be stuck here for quite sometime I’d imagine….

Originally posted by sirredmayne

Quite odd really, as it was perfectly fine just some time ago..

Does this mean more dancing?

[queenofthexwindandsky-blog]

Well, that’s winter for you. Always unpredictable. Probably why it’s my most favorite time of year. I don’t dance myself, but if that’s how you want to spend your evening, go for it.

I’m Elsa by the way. I don’t think we’ve met.

[beyoundthesea-blog]

Jiminy Christmas!  You’re THE Elsa!? Oh my goodness!  I’m stunningly honored to finally meet you!  I’ve heard so much about you from Megara..I have so much to ask!

M--My--I’m Milo That h.  I’m going to be teaching Linguistics at Corona University after Winter Break...Ohy goodness I can’t believe I’ve net you!  Oh this is wuite exciting!

[beyoundthesea-blog]

Hmm...as if this ball could get anymore nerve racking--it has now started snowing like all blazes outside!  We--we could be stuck here for quite sometime I’d imagine....

Quite odd really, as it was perfectly fine just some time ago..

Does this mean more dancing?

[beyoundthesea-blog]

Well I tearch lingusitics–sort of the asthetics and qualities regarding languages and spoken words.  The human voice is the most unifying of all the instruments, no?  Everyone in the word has a voice to be heard, its just a matter of understanding how they play their given instrument.  

Originally posted by swim-in-the-sea-count-the-stars

And Ms. Borealis–this could probably be the stotch and vodka  talking–but I usually get very choked up with these things—but–I would be enthralled to dance with you.  Perhaps the rest of the night if you would entertain the thought?

[oncexuponadream-blog]

So what does my voice tell you? That’s really interesting. I study healing - almost like a nurse of sorts I suppose. I really love helping people, so I would love to do that in the future when I’m done with school. 

I really hope the scotch and vodka mixes okay, I forgot you started off with a scotch. But yes, I would like to dance with you, though I think after a dance or two we should try to meet some new people, since we’re both new. Perhaps we will run into our hostess for the evening! I heard she’s gorgeous, I’d really love to meet her. 

[beyoundthesea-blog]

Well the things they made me drink in University really were…unpleasant.  So I can assure you thst mixing scotch and vodka is fine with me.  Although my tolerance for alchohol has diminished slightly.  Hopefully I won’t be to embarrasing for you.  I’ve heard great things about this hostess, Elsa.  I would love to meet her too, considering I am new here as well.

Let’s see, Ms. Borealis–I hope you don’t mind me calling you that.  Your voice is quite unique–your prosody is quite welcoming snd seemingly confident, ywhich would compliment the reason why you came here and talked to me first.  I’m extremely humbled and and charmed that you did so with mr.  I enjoyed our dance and I hopefully, after some socialization, we could continue this dancing later?

Healing…? Like alternative medicine or something holistic?

[beyoundthesea-blog]

Well I tearch lingusitics–sort of the asthetics and qualities regarding languages and spoken words.  The human voice is the most unifying of all the instruments, no?  Everyone in the word has a voice to be heard, its just a matter of understanding how they play their given instrument.  

Originally posted by swim-in-the-sea-count-the-stars

And Ms. Borealis–this could probably be the stotch and vodka  talking–but I usually get very choked up with these things—but–I would be enthralled to dance with you.  Perhaps the rest of the night if you would entertain the thought?

[oncexuponadream-blog]

So what does my voice tell you? That’s really interesting. I study healing - almost like a nurse of sorts I suppose. I really love helping people, so I would love to do that in the future when I’m done with school. 

I really hope the scotch and vodka mixes okay, I forgot you started off with a scotch. But yes, I would like to dance with you, though I think after a dance or two we should try to meet some new people, since we’re both new. Perhaps we will run into our hostess for the evening! I heard she’s gorgeous, I’d really love to meet her. 

[beyoundthesea-blog]

Well the things they made me drink in University really were...unpleasant.  So I can assure you thst mixing scotch and vodka is fine with me.  Although my tolerance for alchohol has diminished slightly.  Hopefully I won’t be to embarrasing for you.  I’ve heard great things about this hostess, Elsa.  I would love to meet her too, considering I am new here as well.

Let’s see, Ms. Borealis--I hope you don’t mind me calling you that.  Your voice is quite unique--your prosody is quite welcoming snd seemingly confident, ywhich would compliment the reason why you came here and talked to me first.  I’m extremely humbled and and charmed that you did so with mr.  I enjoyed our dance and I hopefully, after some socialization, we could continue this dancing later?

Healing...? Like alternative medicine or something holistic?

[beyoundthesea-blog]

A Shirley Temple with vodka?!  I have two PHds and Im not even that smart to think of that little concoction!  I loved Shirley Temples growing up, but I think my days at University and all the nights studying in backally pubs sort have extinguished my taste for them…You know what? I’m going to make it two Shirleys with Vodka hows that Ms Borealis?

Originally posted by sirredmayne

Yes I do teach.  Im Going to start my first classes post Christmas adjurnment.  It’s a shame that you are not attended Corona…I–I’d love for you to sit in one of my lectures one day.  I promise you won’t fall asleep, honest!

[oncexuponadream-blog]

I have no doubt that your class is probably somewhat entertaining, though I’m a little lost on what you do teach, exactly. But you sound very smart, so that is always a good thing for a professor. 

I’m glad, I think you’ll like it! I love Shirley Temples. They’re one of my favorite drinks. I take no responsibility for your reaction to alcohol, though. Or mine, for that matter - I might even enjoy a dance or two. There’s a lot of people here…

[beyoundthesea-blog]

Well I tearch lingusitics--sort of the asthetics and qualities regarding languages and spoken words.  The human voice is the most unifying of all the instruments, no?  Everyone in the word has a voice to be heard, its just a matter of understanding how they play their given instrument.  

And Ms. Borealis--this could probably be the stotch and vodka  talking--but I usually get very choked up with these things---but--I would be enthralled to dance with you.  Perhaps the rest of the night if you would entertain the thought?

[beyoundthesea-blog]

Right now it’s scotch–but alcohol usually gets the better of me and sometimes I act foolish with it.  So I generally like to take it slow, but since its Christmas and everything, I’d figured why not delve into a little temptation, right? 

Originally posted by sirredmayne

Well–Ms. Aurora–if you don’t mind me saying your name is quite…umm..p–pardon my bluntness we’ve only just met..stunning?  Aurora–something remarkable and mystical about it.  Like the aurora borealis that you may or not may be named after–

Oh my goodness there I go rambling again!  I will hastely get you your drink!  What will you be having tonight, Ms. Aurora?

[oncexuponadream-blog]

I don’t usually drink but seeing as that it’s Christmas and I really love Christmas, I think I’ll have a…shirley temple with vodka? It sounds a little weird but it’s one of my favorite drinks! I hope noone makes fun of me. 

Thank you for saying that. I love the aurora borealis! Nobody gets my joke when I mention it, but no, my parents named me Aurora because they “thought it was beautiful”. I think one of my aunts mentioned it, honestly. I’ve grown to love it. I actually go to school nearby - but not the school you work at. Do you teach?

[beyoundthesea-blog]

A Shirley Temple with vodka?!  I have two PHds and Im not even that smart to think of that little concoction!  I loved Shirley Temples growing up, but I think my days at University and all the nights studying in backally pubs sort have extinguished my taste for them...You know what? I’m going to make it two Shirleys with Vodka hows that Ms Borealis?

Yes I do teach.  Im Going to start my first classes post Christmas adjurnment.  It’s a shame that you are not attended Corona...I--I’d love for you to sit in one of my lectures one day.  I promise you won’t fall asleep, honest!

[beyoundthesea-blog]

Oh! Well its quite appropriate that you say that because I’m new here as well.  And considering I’ve been standing next to the bar the whole night…drinking the same drink I ordered.  Maybe it’s time for another…I can get you one if you like?

Originally posted by caughtredmayneded

Sorry–It’s rude of me not to introduce myself—I’m Milo Thatch.  I was just hired at Corona University for Cartography and Linguistics.  It’s quite a pleasure to meet you—I’m-I’m sorry…what is your name?

[oncexuponadream-blog]

That would be so nice of you, thank you! I am new here too…my name is Aurora. Milo - that’s a different name. I like it. 

So, what are you drinking tonight? I hope I’m not intruding if you’re waiting for someone.

[beyoundthesea-blog]

Right now it’s scotch--but alcohol usually gets the better of me and sometimes I act foolish with it.  So I generally like to take it slow, but since its Christmas and everything, I’d figured why not delve into a little temptation, right? 

Well--Ms. Aurora--if you don’t mind me saying your name is quite...umm..p--pardon my bluntness we’ve only just met..stunning?  Aurora--something remarkable and mystical about it.  Like the aurora borealis that you may or not may be named after--

Oh my goodness there I go rambling again!  I will hastely get you your drink!  What will you be having tonight, Ms. Aurora?

[oncexuponadream-blog]

Sorry to bother you - I’m kind of new here, do you think you could show me where the drinks are?

I’m so lost.

[beyoundthesea-blog]

Oh! Well its quite appropriate that you say that because I’m new here as well.  And considering I’ve been standing next to the bar the whole night...drinking the same drink I ordered.  Maybe it’s time for another...I can get you one if you like?

Sorry--It’s rude of me not to introduce myself---I’m Milo Thatch.  I was just hired at Corona University for Cartography and Linguistics.  It’s quite a pleasure to meet you---I’m-I’m sorry...what is your name?

[laraofengland]

beyoundthesea

No I don’t believe we have, young lady.  My name is Milo Thatch–I was just hired at Corona university for Cartography and Linguistics.  I apologize for my quarenteed behavior at this party—you–you see these kinds of formal settings tend to make me a little apprehensive.  I’m a godawful dancer and I feel like weare going to br expected to dance soon.  You–you know that saying about two left feet…well, I can almost positively say its true.

I know we just met but there’s something almost academic about you.  Tell me–young woman–what is your name?

That sounds fascinating, I take it that you enjoy learning about other cultures then? And it’s a pleasure to meet you Milo Thatch, I’m Belle Gardiner. I’m a librarian, mostly at the Downtown library, but I do work with the libraries at the schools occasionally too. So are you liking Salem so far?

Oh you’re not the only one, I’m usually at home with my Papa watching Christmas films on Christmas Eve, but I promised Lottie that I’d go to her 20′s party and Elsa that I’d stop by here afterwards. Hm yes, I think there’s a big dance coming up, but I wouldn’t worry, you won’t need to dance unless you want to.

[beyoundthesea-blog]

You see---I-I think with the way that you ended your final thought there, with that upward inflection and slight modulation in your voice that you are most certainly infering that you are in need of a dance parter for said upcoming dance and are --indirectly asking me to dance with you!  I mean--i mean---heh.

If you would be so kind into possibly saving me for the pending dance--I--I’d certainly be honored to, Ms.Gardiner.  I have certainly enjoyed my first weekend here so far.  Very welcoming and very warm.  I am certainly looking forward to my time here.  

[beyoundthesea-blog]

Uh–Megara, I have no intention on studying you or anyone here.  That’s–that’s–it’s not quiet my field of study you see….To be frank, some people I just can’t even understand.  But the slight deviation of timbre in your voice, your obtrusive appoggiaturas on specific words, and a whole other change to your natural prosody leads me to believe that you’re being sarcastic with me? 

Originally posted by navysophie

 I hope I’m getting that correct. Greek–you said your name was Greek.  Very interesting the Greek language is, both aesthetically and aurally.  It’s not feminine sounding like French or masculine like German or the like but–but rather neutral and detached.  It has an almost mystical sonority to it.  It’s quite remarkable.   What are you doing here, Megara…are you looking for something?  Or just someone to talk to? 

[isavemysoul-blog]

You just said a whole bunch of stuff I don’t understand, but yea. I was being sarcastic. That’s pretty much how I tend to be, in social settings. I think feelings are dumb and so are people that have them, so. That’d be why I have very little friends, and so many awkward moments. 

You sound like a textbook, Milo. Maybe you do need a drink. Seriously, take a shot. And no, I’m not looking for something…I’m here because this is my best friend’s party. And I kind of like Christmas, a little. But no, I’m here alone. I have a few friends here. And right now, I’m talking to you. What are you looking for?

[beyoundthesea-blog]

Well of course.  The Yuletide spirit and festivities are infectious with their claiming of various paradigms and behavoir.  I mean--who--who doesn’t like jolly around Christmas--its simply the best part of the year!  

The be honest, Megara, I’m here to meet new people...but in actuality, I’m looking for validation.  I’ve spent the greater part of my academic life seeking validation for my studies--and even more than that--acceptance that what I stufy isn’t just fantasy or made up--some figment of imagination or false.  Hence the nerves and this watered down glass of scotch.

Since your mother was into history, Megara, has she ever talked with you about Atlantis?

[laraofengland]

beyoundthesea

The low hum of the bustling crowd of attendies seemmed to be throughly juxtaposed by the clanging of dinnerwear and glasses.  The party was in full swing, with upbeat and mellow jazz iterations of Christmas standards above the continuous sonance of the party.  Everything seemed so cliched…the obvious pretty people were dancing and dressed to the nines, and the social ones still sat at their tables drinking from a seemingly endless supply of alcohol, whooping and increasing in volume over conversations.

Milo was not in any of those groups.  He stood adjacent to a massive oaken bar, with half a tumbler of scotch and two incompletly melted ice cubes inside.  The condensation of the glass match the sweat on bis brow.  He could feel his knees give, but a quick gulp of liquid courage rectified this.  

Milo was anxious at social gathering, especially at balls and ones with dancing.  It was a miracle that he was even there; he felt it was nessecary out of social convention.  He was just hired at Corona University, why not meet people?  

Please, he thought to himself, Don’t let anyone dance with me.  

Belle had felt a little bad leaving Lottie’s party earlier than she had planned, but she had said her hello’s to everyone she knew, and her character wasn’t vital to the murder mystery so she didn’t think anyone would miss her too much. She had also promised Elsa that she would make an appearance at her ball, and kept her eye out for her friend as she made her way further inside. 

She smiled as she watched the couples dancing, and nodded at groups of people that she knew. She wanted to get herself a drink before she started socialising again and so made her way to the bar, ordering a glass of wine. As she waited on it being poured she glanced around at the others waiting at the bar and spotted a man standing by himself that she didn’t recognise. While she didn’t know everyone here, she recognised the majority of the people from around Salem.

Once she had paid for her wine and thanked the barman, she let her curiosity get the better of her and made her way towards the stranger. “Hello. I don’t believe I’ve seen you before, are you new to town?”

[beyoundthesea-blog]

No I don’t believe we have, young lady.  My name is Milo Thatch--I was just hired at Corona university for Cartography and Linguistics.  I apologize for my quarenteed behavior at this party---you--you see these kinds of formal settings tend to make me a little apprehensive.  I’m a godawful dancer and I feel like weare going to br expected to dance soon.  You--you know that saying about two left feet...well, I can almost positively say its true.

I know we just met but there’s something almost academic about you.  Tell me--young woman--what is your name?

[beyoundthesea-blog]

Being in the academic paradigm is slightly different from a setting like this. I prefer the academic one because I love spreading kowledge and empowering young minds with the gift of knowledge.  Plus I don’t have to be expected to dance.

Originally posted by lifeimitatesmovies

 Milo is German…but it can be American, or even Brtish English.  And yes I showed up here alone–its my first weekend here and I’d figured I see the new place I’m going to be working at you know?  

Tell me you story, Megara.  Why does he lie to you?  

[isavemysoul-blog]

I don’t have a story. He’s my ex, so he doesn’t lie to me anymore, because he’s not currently in my life. Life is great that way. I imagine he lied to me because he had low self-esteem, but that’s some psychological issue even I don’t care enough to delve into. If you do want to get to know him, by all means. He’s usually at the bar. 

You will be expected to dance at this event, so good luck. I hope you took some kind of lessons or something - these balls are full of good mannered people that probably don’t care to be the subject of your studies. Though I could be wrong, of course. I’m not exactly a people pleaser. 

[beyoundthesea-blog]

Uh--Megara, I have no intention on studying you or anyone here.  That's--that's--it's not quiet my field of study you see....To be frank, some people I just can't even understand.  But the slight deviation of timbre in your voice, your obtrusive appoggiaturas on specific words, and a whole other change to your natural prosody leads me to believe that you're being sarcastic with me? 

 I hope I'm getting that correct. Greek--you said your name was Greek.  Very interesting the Greek language is, both aesthetically and aurally.  It's not feminine sounding like French or masculine like German or the like but--but rather neutral and detached.  It has an almost mystical sonority to it.  It's quite remarkable.   What are you doing here, Megara...are you looking for something?  Or just someone to talk to? 

[beyoundthesea-blog]

Its amazing how much alcohol had certainly made an effect on just about every great fumble and progression throughout history.  Such a simple little thing, yet in every drop lies the eternal struggle of good and evil.  Its certainly…humbling, don’t you think, Megara?

Originally posted by sirredmayne

There I go rambling again.  You see, I was just hired at Corona University…for cartography and linguistics.  But to tell you the truth, I’m horribly anxious and uneasy at these kinds of gatherings.  I came for the people to meet and hear their stories–their lives, and what they are indeed searching for. . 

Megara…that’s a lovely name…Greek is it not?

[isavemysoul-blog]

Uhm. I didn’t know alcohol was so…symbolic, but yes, I suppose. More evil than good, but sure. It’s weird that you study linguistics but you get anxious in crowds…how do you teach? In that case, you’ll hear every type of story there is - everyone has a story here. Whether the stories are true or not, I guess depends on how much alcohol they’ve had and the type of person they are. Unless you run into my ex, in which case everything he spurts out is a lie.

It is, yes. My mom always loved history, I guess. I wish I had some kind of reply for where Milo comes from, but I really have no clue. I guess that’s your area of expertise, not mine. So, you showed up here alone, not knowing anyone? 

[beyoundthesea-blog]

Being in the academic paradigm is slightly different from a setting like this. I prefer the academic one because I love spreading kowledge and empowering young minds with the gift of knowledge.  Plus I don’t have to be expected to dance.

 Milo is German...but it can be American, or even Brtish English.  And yes I showed up here alone--its my first weekend here and I’d figured I see the new place I’m going to be working at you know?  

Tell me you story, Megara.  Why does he lie to you?  

[beyoundthesea-blog]

Do you think she’ll ever make it out of–where ever she maybe and perhaps–interact with us.  I mean, who holds a festve gathering like this and doesn’t at least show up?  Somewhat rude…And with attractive and people here, like yourself—-

Originally posted by shotatthenight7

…this is the scotch talking–I’m–I’m terribly sorry for not at least introducing myself to you.  When I’m a little–well–I tend to regress and turn into some devilish version of myself.  Maybe I’ve had too much tonight.

Milo Tatch, its nice to meet new people here tonight.. And who are you?

[isavemysoul-blog]

You should know, before you insult her further, that Elsa is one of my best friends. Actually, my only best friend, considering I don’t have multiple. So no, she’s not rude. She’s probably held up - people are always pulling her every direction. 

But your apology is noted, since you’ve been drinking. Someone needs to handle their liquor better, Milo. My name is Megara, but friends call me Meg. At least, the friends I have do. I wouldn’t get on the dance floor tonight, if you have trouble talking when drinking. This is a masquerade ball, after all. I imagine it’d be very dizzying. 

[beyoundthesea-blog]

Its amazing how much alcohol had certainly made an effect on just about every great fumble and progression throughout history.  Such a simple little thing, yet in every drop lies the eternal struggle of good and evil.  Its certainly...humbling, don’t you think, Megara?

There I go rambling again.  You see, I was just hired at Corona University...for cartography and linguistics.  But to tell you the truth, I’m horribly anxious and uneasy at these kinds of gatherings.  I came for the people to meet and hear their stories--their lives, and what they are indeed searching for. . 

Megara...that’s a lovely name...Greek is it not?

[isavemysoul-blog]

I’m so hungry, I literally can’t wait for the dinner portion of the night. Have you seen Elsa? 

I know she’s usually pretty busy hosting the parties she holds, but I haven’t seen her once tonight…

[beyoundthesea-blog]

Do you think she’ll ever make it out of--where ever she maybe and perhaps--interact with us.  I mean, who holds a festve gathering like this and doesn’t at least show up?  Somewhat rude...And with attractive and people here, like yourself----

...this is the scotch talking--I’m--I’m terribly sorry for not at least introducing myself to you.  When I’m a little--well--I tend to regress and turn into some devilish version of myself.  Maybe I’ve had too much tonight.

Milo Tatch, its nice to meet new people here tonight.. And who are you?

[beyoundthesea-blog]

The low hum of the bustling crowd of attendies seemmed to be throughly juxtaposed by the clanging of dinnerwear and glasses.  The party was in full swing, with upbeat and mellow jazz iterations of Christmas standards above the continuous sonance of the party.  Everything seemed so cliched…the obvious pretty people were dancing and dressed to the nines, and the social ones still sat at their tables drinking from a seemingly endless supply of alcohol, whooping and increasing in volume over conversations.

Milo was not in any of those groups.  He stood adjacent to a massive oaken bar, with half a tumbler of scotch and two incompletly melted ice cubes inside.  The condensation of the glass match the sweat on bis brow.  He could feel his knees give, but a quick gulp of liquid courage rectified this.  

Milo was anxious at social gathering, especially at balls and ones with dancing.  It was a miracle that he was even there; he felt it was nessecary out of social convention.  He was just hired at Corona University, why not meet people?  

Originally posted by russianhookers-and-cheapgin

Please, he thought to himself, Don’t let anyone dance with me.  

[wannabeyour-lostboy-blog]

Peter was by no means new to the social elegant scene of lavish balls and parties such as this. His mother would throw them all the time when he was younger, and would always force him to attend. He hated them. Now, he was aware that hate was a strong word, but he felt it was appropriate. He never liked dancing, and he certainly didn’t like the mention of anything date related, particularly when used in context that applied to him specifically. Sure, he used to bring Tink along to a couple of the dances, and he may have recalled bringing Wendy to one at some point, but they were far from dates.

Now, standing here at the Oaken Ball, Peter desperately wanted an excuse to leave. Or to just not be seen. He could feel his nerves on edge, as he never liked being around large masses of people at once. His brown eyes carefully scanned the room, searching for an easy exit, but found none. He sighed, giving up, and thought to himself that maybe if he sat near the bar, no one would bother him. He was too young to actually drink, but no one would question him on account that his mother was the head mistress at Salem University. Shuffling over to the bar, Peter was surprised to see a peculiar man standing there, a lone drink in his hand. “Scotch,” Peter noted, saying aloud as he approached the man. “You know, I hear ice dulls the flavor of whiskey.”

“Then again, what would I know, right?” he asked, leaning against the bar, beside the man. The wood was cold, but Peter didn’t mind. He could use a bit of a cool down. He gave the man before him a once over, looking him up and down, crossing his arms over his chest as the music filled the room with even more volume than before. If that was even possible. “I take it you don’t dance. Same here… I’m only here because of my mother.”

[beyoundthesea-blog]

Now there’s an interesting case, young man.  Two complete stangers forced into social construction by means of a lavish an overelegant festive gala.  By no means did we in fact know eachother before this serendipitous hailing, but I have a feeling that we--we will probably know more about us at the closure of his holiday reception.

My God you probably have no idea what I just said.  I apologize!  It must been the stotch.  Milo Thatch-pleasure to meet you Peter.  I was just hired at Corona for Cartography and Linguistics.  Who is your mother?

[beyoundthesea-blog]

The low hum of the bustling crowd of attendies seemmed to be throughly juxtaposed by the clanging of dinnerwear and glasses.  The party was in full swing, with upbeat and mellow jazz iterations of Christmas standards above the continuous sonance of the party.  Everything seemed so cliched...the obvious pretty people were dancing and dressed to the nines, and the social ones still sat at their tables drinking from a seemingly endless supply of alcohol, whooping and increasing in volume over conversations.

Milo was not in any of those groups.  He stood adjacent to a massive oaken bar, with half a tumbler of scotch and two incompletly melted ice cubes inside.  The condensation of the glass match the sweat on bis brow.  He could feel his knees give, but a quick gulp of liquid courage rectified this.  

Milo was anxious at social gathering, especially at balls and ones with dancing.  It was a miracle that he was even there; he felt it was nessecary out of social convention.  He was just hired at Corona University, why not meet people?  

Please, he thought to himself, Don’t let anyone dance with me.