open ♔ november/december socialization

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, Andres Isle, etc!
WHEN || November & December [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam

[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of November and December.

You are encouraged to start your own threads and tag around, and feel free to threadjack into any on-going threads that aren't specified as 'closed' in the subject lines since people can enter into rooms even in the middle of what's going on. WE ARE BIG ON THREAD-JACKING HERE. You can also specify 'single thread', meaning you want only one response for all participants, rather than multi-thread, where a number of different scenes/threads can be done as replies to the top prompt.]

On this log:
Wynn & Section Heads @ Andres/London
Cheryl @ Reception desk
Sam @ Various
Elena @ Andres/London
Drax @ Dragon's Hide Wing
Des @ Pub / Castle
Paige @ Caste Grounds
Grimrot @ the Library
Vi @ Andres
Matt @ Andres/London
Alisha @ bars in London
Cora @ Library/ Castle Grounds
Will @ Castle pond / Hoard wing/ Firing range / Castle grounds
Malina @ Dragon's Fire wing/ kitchen/ bar / castle grounds
Alainn @ Dragon's Fire library / kitchen / Andres
Jordan @ Andres/ London
Sylar @ Kitchen
Logan @ Castle Bars / London
Faith L @ London / kitchen / training room / castle grounds
Dean @ Rose's room / bars / armory / training room/ firing range / kitchen
Rose @ Andres / armory / training room / bedroom
Des & Buffy | Closed
Thea @ Training Room / Castle grounds / kitchen / TV rooms / bars
Sam & Buffy | Closed
Alex @ Firing Range / Airfield / Room / Garage
Failboat @ Breakfast
Alice @ Andres/ London
Sweets @ Dragon's Light Wing
Lydia @ Medical / Training room / etc

Comments

[attollores]

[As luck would have it, she just so happens to be the first person he runs into, as it's one of the handful of days she is back in London. She turns, eyes landing on his hand then up to his face, a smirk on her lips.] Depends on who's asking, love.

[She faces him fully after a moment, arms crossing with her head cocked to the side.]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des doesn't have a picture and his wisdom roll was only a 13, so he doesn't really make any sort of connection to her being the lady he's seeking. It doesn't change his answer though. Anyone who knows the President of the Rafael Giovanni fanclub knows she'll probably... respond to this.]

A friend of Rafael Giovanni's.

[attollores]

[her brows shoot up in surprise, but she gets her features under control quickly, looking him up and down curiously (Will 30). Now that she's really looking at him recognition lights in her eyes, realizing he was one of the members of the mission Mark was on, that Rafael just so happened to be connected to, though she can't recall his name.

After a moment of consideration she produces her hand with a quizzical look.] Alainn O'Rourke. Now what would a friend of Rafael Giovanni want with a girl like me? Mr...?

[nothingsodivine]

[well, there's another coincidence for you.] Descant. And I got a gut feeling you can get me somewhere I can't go. Rafael fell out of touch with us before Andres and we can't get a hold of him. Given that Burt is not a fan of us repeatedly kidnapping his pop star, he's probably not gonna do me any favors. Tickets are sold out for nearly all of his concerts, backstage passes are a no-go, and if we crash the concert, it's probably gonna end up brutal, given security.

You might have a little more clout. I mean who isn't gonna do a few favors for his fan club president as long as she has the dough. [a beat.] Which I have.

[attollores]

[Her face actually turns beet red as she looks around the hall, making sure no one else heard him. She nods her head to an empty hallway, casually starting to walk that way. She would never live it down if any of her friends found out she was the president of Rafael Giovanni's fan club. It spoke volumes that she hadn't used any of them to try and get a meet and greet with the man himself. And she had been trying to get one for years now.]

What makes you think that I would be able to get anywhere with Becksworth and his goons, even with money? I'd like to think that the club would give me some kind of sway, but unfortunately we're not affiliated with him or the label. [Her tone is soft, and a little forlorn in a way that only a fan-girls could be, although she doesn't seem crazy. Just...dedicated.]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des stares at her for a moment, a bit... surprised. He's known Rafael for years now as a friend, someone he's fought alongside and hung around with, so the idea that he is an international pop star with fans is a bit shocking. Sure, he's talking to his fan club president, but he expected it would be a little less surreal than this.]

It's a trick I haven't tried yet. Maybe you can fake a terminal illness. [He's 100% serious. #Ex-con-man logic.] I just need three tickets and maybe three backstage passes if that can even be swung. I'll work around it if it can't. Just three measly tickets. One for me, one for Buffy... and one for yourself.

[He's not gonna ask a favor and not expect her to get paid for her troubles, after all.]

[attollores]

[Welp, she sure just got a Nat 20 Wisdom check to know who Buffy is and her connection to Rafael (idk maybe Kat or Mark gossiped to her at some point, nothing too detailed but enough to give her the gist). And his offer is s-so tempting, but if it were her? She personally wouldn't want some stranger tagging along, and she's not about to be the awkward third wheel. Not even if it means forgoing her chance to finally meet the man in person.

She crosses her arms, leaning her shoulder against the wall as she mulls it over.] Okay. I'll do what I can to help ye out. I'm not promising ye anything, but I'll do what I can within my power to get the two of ye there. I'll need at least a week, if ye can wait that long?

[nothingsodivine]

[He opens his mouth to protest the "two," since, you know, for being an asshole, he does have a concept of fair trade and repaying debts, but if that's what she wants or doesn't want, who is he to argue?]

I wouldn't ask for a miracle. And yeah... We've waited this long already. He's probably not in any real danger. Just not talking to us. [he swallows.] I'll owe you one- however it comes through,

[attollores]

[Her head cants to the side at his words. She's curious about his relationship to Rafael, wondering if the man she had looked up to all these years was callous enough to just drop his friends like he seemed to have done.]

I'm not doing this for favors, Mr. Descant. Ye won't owe me a thing. [She'll help where and how she can, she likes helping others, and doesn't need anything in return.]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des is staring at her for completely different reasons now. He's not really accustomed to people who aren't in it for what they can get out of it. People who are just nice are few and far between, especially not to strangers.

He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.]

Just like that? Guy hunts you down at your work and asks for an impossible favor, and you don't even want a candygram for it?

[attollores]

[His awkwardness is apparent as he stares at her, and confusion furrows her brow, but at his words she perks up with a smile.] Now, ye never said anything about candy. If I'd known that was on the table, I might not've been so quick ter say no.

[Shrugging, she unfolds her arms, pushing off the wall.] But aye, just like that. And who knows, it might not be impossible, it's just more than likely to be so.

[nothingsodivine]

I'm not used to people who'll do something for nothing, I guess. [his shrug mirrors hers.] There's usually a catch.

[attollores]

[Her smile is small, though no less genuine or sweet.] Well, I'm glad to provide ye with a fresh perspective.

Unless ye were serious about that candy... [Her smile widens, a hint of mischief lighting her eyes.]

[nothingsodivine]

I used to buy Violet candy for nothing. I will happily work something out for you, . Anything for a fan of a friend.

[attollores]

[A blush steals up her cheeks as she looks down, shifting her weight uncomfortably.] That uh...

Sure, that sounds great. [She avoids his eyes for a moment, bottom lip caught between her teeth.] It's a tad silly, don't ye think?

[nothingsodivine]

What? Being a Rafael Giovanni fan? Nah. The guy's got a good set of pipes. If I didn't know him so well, I'd probably be a fan.

[Or not, but shhh. He's trying to be reassuring here.]

[attollores]

[Apparently she's in a sharing kind of mood today. Her face is still red as she talks, but her chin comes back up to meet his eyes again.] His was the first music I heard when I crossed over. It's just always stuck with me.

[nothingsodivine]

[omg that's cute. like really, really cute. cute enough to get a real smile out of him.] I think he'd be happy to know that.

[attollores]

[Her embarrassment is still obvious, but his smile only makes hers grow, a bit of relief flooding her features.] I just didn't want ye to think I was some kinda freak who just... randomly attached herself to some celebrity just because he's famous.

[She feels the need to justify her crazy to someone who actually knows the guy, hoping that she will at least come across as less stalker-ish and more... an admirer of his fine craft.]

[nothingsodivine]

Considering the fact that a tiny fraction of this place knows him personally and you weren't blowing up their cells hoping they'd get you a lock of hair, the thought never crossed my mind.

[she doesn't even look like a stalker. i mean look at her.]

[attollores]

[That seems to assuage her embarrassment completely and she chuckles, shaking her head.] Ah, no that isn't really me m.o. so, thanks for the vote of confidence.

[Her fingers tap her thighs, bottom lip caught between her teeth as she looks him over again, curiosity lighting her eyes. Her mouth opens like she is going to ask him something but she seems to change her mind, instead saying-] So uh... is there anything else I can do for ye?

[nothingsodivine]

[He cants his head at her, catching wind of that change of tactic (wis 15)] You're doing plenty, already. Is there anything I can do for you? I'm serious. I'm happy to do what I can.

[attollores]

Nah, I'm okay, thanks. [She gives him a lopsided smile as something comes to mind, her mouth twisting into a semi-sour look.] Unless yer in the business of kicking the arse of someone ye know?

[She leaves that comment to linger for a minute, a contemplative look on her face before she shakes her head, smiling again.]

Nah, I was just kidding. [Not really though.]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des knits his brows and gives her a look that's equal parts curiosity and amusement.] You'd be surprised how often that happens. C'mon. Do tell. Who do I need to punch?

[attollores]

[There's that blush again, crawling up her neck and cheeks as she shakes her head, casting her eyes to the floor.] No, it's okay, I really shouldn't have said anything.