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Room 239; Saturday Afternoon [03/23].
Mar. 23rd, 2024 05:59 amGraham was seated on his bed, legs folded in front of him, with a small stack of mail that he was sorting through with eagerness and anticipation. Let's see...credit card ad, credit card ad, local business flyer, credit card ad..."Oooh! Coupon for 10% off new tires!" Why that made it into one of the pockets of his cloak was anyone's guess, but there it went and he went sorting through all the various bits and pieces of spam and advertisements that had somehow landed in his mail, when, finally...
He gasped.
"It's here!" he declared triumphantly, eyes wide and bright and shining as he held up an old-timey looking envelop with a very official seal on it, hardly able to believe he was witnessing it, that he was holding it in his hands, finally! "They finally responded to my Tournament Application!"
He wasted no more time in tearing the envelop open, pulling out the letter, ooh-ing and aaah-ing at the very nice parchment, and then unfolded it to read.
"Dear Graham Cra--" His voice dipped down into a murmur as he continued to read through some of the very lengthly preamble and specifications he needed to wade through to get to the good stuff, "...blah blah blah....Section 5-2, b-4....Addendum 847d....we, the Royal Knights of Daventry," you could tell the good stuff was coming because he leaned forward eager, his voice picking up with excitement and fervor, "do officially accept your application to participate in the somewhat-annual Tournament of Knights!! Be there Monday, May 6th, date subject to change, where we will commence the festivities with the Parade of Knight Hopefuls, and--"
Graham had inched slowly forward more and more with each word, leaning eagerly into it, until, somehow, he'd leaned far enough to go tumbling off his bed, in an honestly impressive flip for how close to the floor it was, landing him neatly on his bottom, legs splayed, but with his hand still gripping the paper. He shook his head a little from the surprise impact, quickly raced his eyes over the rest of the official decree until he couldn't contain his thrill anymore, took a moment to hug the letter to his chest, and then pumped a fist in the air!
"I did it! I really did it! I'm an official Knight Hopeful! Monday! May 6th! Daventry, here I come!"
He was going to get up and start telling everyone the good news soon, but for now? He honestly just had to keep looking over the letter and reading it over and over and over again in disbelief that this was real, that this was actually happening, in just a few months, he might actually be a knight!
If he wasn't careful, he might just pass out from excitement before he even got a chance to tell even his roommate!
[[ door and post are so very open! ]]
He gasped.
"It's here!" he declared triumphantly, eyes wide and bright and shining as he held up an old-timey looking envelop with a very official seal on it, hardly able to believe he was witnessing it, that he was holding it in his hands, finally! "They finally responded to my Tournament Application!"
He wasted no more time in tearing the envelop open, pulling out the letter, ooh-ing and aaah-ing at the very nice parchment, and then unfolded it to read.
"Dear Graham Cra--" His voice dipped down into a murmur as he continued to read through some of the very lengthly preamble and specifications he needed to wade through to get to the good stuff, "...blah blah blah....Section 5-2, b-4....Addendum 847d....we, the Royal Knights of Daventry," you could tell the good stuff was coming because he leaned forward eager, his voice picking up with excitement and fervor, "do officially accept your application to participate in the somewhat-annual Tournament of Knights!! Be there Monday, May 6th, date subject to change, where we will commence the festivities with the Parade of Knight Hopefuls, and--"
Graham had inched slowly forward more and more with each word, leaning eagerly into it, until, somehow, he'd leaned far enough to go tumbling off his bed, in an honestly impressive flip for how close to the floor it was, landing him neatly on his bottom, legs splayed, but with his hand still gripping the paper. He shook his head a little from the surprise impact, quickly raced his eyes over the rest of the official decree until he couldn't contain his thrill anymore, took a moment to hug the letter to his chest, and then pumped a fist in the air!
"I did it! I really did it! I'm an official Knight Hopeful! Monday! May 6th! Daventry, here I come!"
He was going to get up and start telling everyone the good news soon, but for now? He honestly just had to keep looking over the letter and reading it over and over and over again in disbelief that this was real, that this was actually happening, in just a few months, he might actually be a knight!
If he wasn't careful, he might just pass out from excitement before he even got a chance to tell even his roommate!
[[ door and post are so very open! ]]
