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

Jaime Lannister | early March | ota

[lionbrave]

[If there's one place Jaime feels comfortable, it's on top of a horse with a sword in his hand. Not, unfortunately, a situation he often gets to experience in the same way he used to. The thrill of battle here is a very different thing than it was back home. But there are horses. And if he can't ride them in battle very often, at least he can joust with dummies and lose himself in the phsyicality of the thing he's best at.

Not that he's got any particular reason to want to lose himself. He's perfectly fine. He just enjoys working on his mounted combat. So that's what he does with increasing regularity. Sometimes, its almost like being back in Westeros.]

[trebond]

[ Alanna doesn't spot him on the outdoor course until she's guiding her horse to the head of it and he's coming back from the end. She pulls the reins taut, backing her horse off. ]

I didn't realize anyone was out here. [ Him. She didn't realize he was out here. It's fine. It's cool. She's fine. ] I'll come back another time.

[lionbrave]

[Jaime's totally fine right now too. In fact, he doesn't look even a little bothered by her presence (nat 20 bluff check cries about it). He and his horse trot over and he glances at her coolly, raising an eyebrow.]

It's a large course. I'm certain there's room for both of us.

[trebond]

[ Meanwhile there's Alanna, with an abysmal bluff of 9. She's barely making a secret of her animosity here, be it through lack of effort or lack of ability to suppress it. ]

Oh, you've finally learned to share, have you? Things do change quickly with you, I fear I can hardly keep up.

[lionbrave]

You seem rather bothered. Surely you're not still dwelling on one tiny kiss.

[Because Jaime sure isn't. Hahahaha. Not at all.]

[trebond]

And surely it's not so hard for you to imagine, Sir Lannister, that I seem bothered because you bother me. Terribly.

[ She starts to steer her mare around his horse. ]

I'll find another time to train after all, I think.

[lionbrave]

Had I known that all it took was a bit of bothering to send you running, I'd have kissed you long ago. [He doesn't move to stop her, but he sure isn't stopping his mouth.] Some Knight you are, terrified of a man's lips.

[trebond]

[ as she passes him, she sneers. ] With a tongue as sweet as yours, it's no small wonder you have such a parade of women who feel the opposite. I've no need to go about kissing men to prove myself a Knight to you: if you're in such a mood, go find a woman who isn't so fearful.

[lionbrave]

Your fear seems less of kissing and more of seeing the man afterwards. Are you afraid you won't be able to resist kissing me again? Since you find my tongue so sweet.

[He probably should stop. Needling her isn't getting him anywhere. He should probably figure out where he wants to get with her since it varies from minute to minute. But that involves much more self reflection than he ever enjoys doing.]

[trebond]

[ It's getting him to ... her sticking around. She wheels her horse around to face back towards him so she can snap, ] Your tongue will never be touching me again! If I fear anything, it's that you continue to believe it even a remote possibility. You may play your games, Sir Lannister, and offer hate and vitriol as signs of affection, but know this: my distaste is no deceit born of coy modesty. I will not have you.

[lionbrave]

Fear not, my lady, coy and modest are two words I'd never dream of applying to you. [She is way too much of a ginger for that.] And yet you continue to assume I want to kiss you again.

[trebond]

Well, you are the one who continues to bring it up.

[lionbrave]

Only because you're acting so off about it. I can hardly think of anything else that might have happened to get you acting so strangely.

[trebond]

Strangely? My loathing should be no news to you, Lannister.

[lionbrave]

Loathing, no. [Though before he kissed her, he might have questioned it. There were some moments when they even worked well together. He remembers her teaching him how to bandage wounds on Andres. It had been... almost pleasant.

Still, that's not the part that rubs him wrong.]

Yet you've never seemed skittish before.

[trebond]

[ An unladylike snort is his only reply for a moment, scornful and dismissive. ] You're grasping for straws—hoping something has changed in me because it might mean hope for whatever dalliance you believed might become of your kiss.

[lionbrave]

And you continue to believe that I hoped for anything to follow that kiss. You're a very abrasive person, you know. One kiss was plenty.

[trebond]

Then fear not, for you'll never have to suffer another.

[ And she departs his company, shoulders squared as she nudges her horse along. ]