open ♔ winter castle socialization (jan thru march )

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, Andres, etc!
WHEN || Any time in January/Feb/March
HOW || Actionspam

[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of these few months. Because not everyone is into parties, ok.   

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:

Cheryl @ the desk
Felicity @ the desk
Des @ London/firing range
Andres election results @ Andres
Faith L. @ Bars/museum
Thea @ training / castle grounds/ various
Vi @ her room
Malina @ London/TV room
Alex & Eric | closed
Lila @ Library /kitchen/firing range/magic library
Mark @ Andres
Thea & Felicity | closed
Kali @ training room / kitchen / TV Room
Hasmed & Neal | closed
Dante @ training room & old man bar
Grammy Reactions @ TV room
Alice & Will | closed
Neal @ Various
Andres porn party @ TV room
Bo + Gatewood family | closed
Gus @ NYC
Felicity & Thoster | closed
Lila & Astrid | closed
Malia @ Various
Zoe @ Training room / kitchen
Regina & Snow | closed
Hook & Emma | closed
Willow & Buffy | closed
Rose & Dean | closed
Myri & Mark / Myri & Buffy | closed
Abigail & Stiles | closed
Rose @ training room / TV room / the bar
Myri @ kitchen / courtyard / dragon's light wing
Helen @ library
Stiles @ halls
Elena @ training room / bar / front desk
Shawn @ various
Des, Helen, Ashley | closed
Vi & Nyna | closed

Comments

Andrew & Bo | Gatewood family home | Closed

[badexample]

[Pulling up to the quaint house at the end of a quiet street, Andrew puts the car into park and turns off the ignition. His hands idly fuss with the keys as he looks out the window at his childhood home, then glances back to Bo, forcing as much of a smile as he can muster.

He doesn't even know why he's nervous about this, really. His family loves him. His wife loves him. He's finally figuring out his life! So why is his stomach still in knots?

Oh, that's right. He's a social catastrophe most days.]

We don't have to do this. If you don't want to. I'm really good at faking sick.

[succubestie]

[Sorry, Andrew. Bo is not the least bit dissuaded. If anything she looks really excited, albeit a bit nervous herself.]

Don't tell me you're getting cold feet now. We're already married, you know. This has to happen someday. Might as well get it over with, right?

[badexample]

No, I'm not! [A pathetic bluff of 5 isn't really fooling anyone.] It's just-

[He doesn't really know why he gets all anxious about this stuff. Eventually it just became an issue that was so built up in his head- an imagined line drawn down the center of the family where he was the only one on one side.]

I dunno.

[sorceresslite]

[

KNOCK KNOCK. andrew's fucking mom knocks on the driver's side door, leaning over and waiting patiently for her son to roll down the window. ]

[badexample]

[An undignified shriek comes from Andrew's mouth. So manly.

After a few moments of his heart jumping into his fucking throat, he fumbles and hits the button for the window to roll down slowly.]

...hi

[sorceresslite]

[

well, your mom is laughing at you. whoops. ]

Y'cannae eat in the car, Andrew Sean.

[ GET IN THE HOUSE. ]

[succubestie]

[It's okay, Andrew's Mom. Bo is laughing too, while she pats hubby on the back.]

I think that's our cue.

[badexample]

[You're both the worst. Once his heart stops pounding in his ears, Andrew reaches over to undo his seatbelt.]

Was just about to head in. [He mutters, moving to open his door (once his mom moves out of the way, of course) and get out of the car. He's got almost a foot of height on his mom but he still looks hella intimidated by her.]

[sorceresslite]

[

she nods and pats andrew on the arm soothingly. it's okay, giant child. and then she precedes them up the walk and into the house, hollering: ]

Steven! Your eldest is here! Put your bloody trousers on!

[badexample]

Oh, for the love of- [Andrew hangs back while they walk towards the house so that he can look at Bo and mutter sheepishly:]

Sorry about... [He waves vaguely in his mother's direction.]

[succubestie]

[She just looks a little amused. She knows very little about her own family, other than the fact that she didn't have any memory of them even back home.

That might tie into why she's a little nervous. This will be the only family she really has.]

It'll be fine. [She reaches out and takes his hand to squeeze it.] Come on.

[badexample]

[Andrew wraps his hand around hers and tries to take a calming breath.]

Fine, yeah. It'll be.. [He trails off because they're crossing the threshold into the Gatewood family home. The walls are lined with photos of...what appears to be half the town. Welcome to the Irish family, Bo. They are related to literally everyone. Andrew is easy to spot in any group photos he's in because he's taller than most of them and looks the most uncomfortable. There's way more photos of Adam than Andrew, which Andrew always gets bent out of shape about. But then he hates having his picture taken?? Irrational discomfort thy name is Andrew.]

[goodexample]

There he is!

[ Broad-shouldered and grinning widely, Adam all but side-tackles Andrew as he comes in the door, clapping a strong arm around his shoulders and patting the front of his chest. Rather than offer an introduction, he offers Bo a nod of greeting that would be more suited to someone who, well, had ever been to the house before. ]

[badexample]

[So. Uncomfortable. He freezes and gets super tense.]

'Lo, Adam.

[He should probably make sure everyone is properly introduced but right now he's just focusing on how much he regrets everything.]

[succubestie]

[Don't mind Bo, she's just going to be glancing around the house. Maybe she can find baby pictures of Andrew~ :3 (spot 18)]

[badexample]

[Oh look. Bo's glance would earn her the sight of a lovely photo, proudly displayed near the coat rack. And if there was any confusion as to which Gatewood boy is depicted in the image, the wagon actually says "ANDREW SEAN" instead of "radio flyer." Joy.]

[firstexample]

[ yelled from across the house loudly: ] BEVERLY! I CAN'T FIND ME BROWN DRAWERS!

[sorceresslite]

[ ]

They're on the line, y'wanker! [ she turns to andrew, bo, adam to calmly add: ] I swear to God, I'm going to bury that man in the backyard.

[badexample]

[muttering under his breath]

...fucking Christ.

[goodexample]

[ The look Adam gives his brother is entirely amused with his mother's behavior, but he does catch the look on Andrew's face quickly enough to realize that's not the case. He straightens some, points forward toward the kitchen. ]

We're this way. They'll be just a minute. [ And as he herds the newlyweds towards the kitchen, he shoots a raised-eyebrows look at their mother, asking her to get their dad together. Gently. ]

[firstexample]

THOSE ARE TAN! I PURE SPECIFICALLY SAID BROWN!

[makesexamples]

You daft cow, they're the same color! Not like you've bought knickers in thirty some years, useless lump of -- [ trails off into gaelic cussing as she stalks off to go shove her husband in clothes. or out the window. idk.

THIS IS HER BEING GENTLE WITH HIM TBH. ]

[succubestie]

[Bo heads into the kitchen with the other youngins, looking around shamelessly at their home.]

Were we early?

[badexample]

No... not early. [Andrew says, his voice raising about two octaves from the stress.]

Da just.. hates pants. [Which may or may not be an exaggeration. Who knows. He looks to his brother like 'oh god what have i done.'] I think maybe we need a drink.

[Not going to manage this one sober. Nope.]

[firstexample]

[ a few moments later, a tall white-haired man skids to a stop in the archway, having flounced around his wife dramatically or avoided her with expert skill idek. he is still not wearing pants, but he is holding a pair up as he asks very seriously: ] Do these look brown t'you?