open ♔ socialization log (april through july)

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, Andres, etc!
WHEN || Any time in April/May/June/July
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.   Characters participating in the following missions are asked to wait until their missions have concluded before tagging into things that take place chronologically after said missions:  Dead of Winter, Curse of the Homo Magi, Ravenloft, Shadow Bermuda, and City of Blood  If you aren't certain if that applies to you, please ask!  Characters who are not currently squired in may also post, as their characters are living in the castle awaiting their ceremonies.

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 @ Various
Cheryl @ Front Desk
Myri @ her room & various
Skye @ Various
Buffy & Rafael @ the Kitchen
Peter @ Rec Rooms, Bowling Alley, Etc.
Liam @ Rec Room
Baal @ Various
Malina @ Dragon's Fire Wing/outside/kitchen/bar/library/Rec Room
Sweets @ Dragon's Light wing/Rec room/music room
Kali @ training room / firing range / outside / etc
Elena @ firing range / gym / kitchen / common rooms
Vi @ firing range / garden / rec room
Dean @ firing range / billiards room / library / kitchen
Jaina @ garage / training room / roof / computer room / bar
Lazarus & Vi | closed
Nick @ training room / firing range / rec rooms / computer room / bar / various
Des (& Zarad) @ NYC / firing range / training room
Elena @ 21st birthday party!
Alex @ garage / airfield / London / firing range / rec room / etc
Dante @ training room / old man bar / library
Andrew @ his room / computer lab / rec room
Alcide @ bars / grounds
Faye @ Gold's room / her room / various
Thoster @ hallways
Ollie @ training room / Dragon's Hoard wing
Mars @ library / room / gardens
Doyle @ the bar
Sebastian @ training room / his room
Neal @ various
Klaus @ rec room / kitchen / bedrooms
Adam @ Dragon's Light wing / various
Aedan @ training room / Dragon's Light wing / outdoors / rec room
Thea @ training room / grounds / bar / rec room / pool / various
Carol @ training room / grounds / roof
Kate @ training room / library / grounds / London
Ric @ Dragon's Hoard labs / bars / homeschooling kids
Jo @ lobby / various
Abigail @ firing range / gym / grounds / library / Dragon's Fire wing
Steve @ training room / various
David @ training room / library / grounds / kitchen
Emma S @ the pond / library / firing range
Amy @ library / kitchen / etc
Clark @ various
Erica @ grounds / training area / library / etc
Natasha @ firing range / training room / gym / bar / billiards / rec room
Sara @ bars / training room / gym / various
Hook @ bar / kitchen
Taradiddle @ Dragon's Light wing / grounds / places she shouldn't be
Sam @ library  / shooting range / castle grounds
Alice @ Dragon Light's wing / rec room / kitchen / training room / outside
Cora @ her room / grounds / training room / library / kitchen / TV room / computer lab
Will @ pond / firing range / castle grounds

Comments

myri | mid may | ota

[witchwoman]

[By now, most of the castle knows what happened- or at least in bits and pieces. Finnick's condition hasn't improved, hasn't budged since their return. Myri had tried to give him space, but her heart couldn't take the idea of staying so far from him, and so she started to see him. At first, she kept things brief, but there were days when she felt like she had to try to get through to him. She felt like she was failing him for not doing more.

Pressing him to remember only made him panic, though, lost in memories of a life she wanted to protect him from. And one day she pushed too far and caused him to snap. He spoke of things that didn't entirely make sense to her, people she didn't know, things she's never seen. To anyone that asks, she insists that he never meant to hurt her, never really meant any of it, but a wild swing of his arm had caused her to stumble back. She lost her footing and fell. Luckily, the baby appears to be unharmed, but her wrist was broken by the fall.

After that, Wynn decided that it was best for Finnick to be removed from the castle, to be kept somewhere where his troubled mind could heal in peace. Or at least that's what Myri can only hope for him at this point.

She doesn't speak much to anyone in the days after he leaves, keeps herself locked in her room, feeling a mixture of guilt and grief that she can't cope with. If she had left him alone, none of this would have happened. The idea of facing any of her friends and risk seeing them feel similarly makes her chest tighten with fear.

Eventually, she emerges again, but remains quiet, the light dimmed in her eyes. It's hard not to feel now that she's lost her husband entirely, hard not to wonder if anything will bring him back to her. She's more of a ghost within the castle than anything else, moving as if she doesn't really know where she is, replaying the events in her mind, wondering about what could have done differently.]

[slay]

[ Once news spread of Finnick's departure from the castle, Buffy refused to accept Myri's self-imposed isolation. In the days following, she forced her way into Myri's room in much the same way Myri had tried to force her way back into Finnick's mind. Seeing the brace around her wrist to support the healing done by the Dragon's Light, Buffy felt her expression crumple. She made her way over to her friend and, without a word, pulled her into a hug that was made only slightly awkward by navigating around the bump of Finnick's child in her abdomen. ]

I heard. [ She whispered in a quiet, apologetic voice, all mourning and understanding. ]

[witchwoman]

[She doesn't really want to be alone, but it feels like she should be or like its the only place that makes sense for her to be right now. As her door opens, she doesn't shout to be left alone or give Buffy a look as if she shouldn't have come. It's obvious that she's been crying, though she does her part to hold back the tears once there's someone else in the room.]

I just wanted to help him. [She says quietly, leaning into Buffy's embrace, trying to keep her voice as steady as possible.]

[slay]

I know. That's all you've ever tried to do.

[ She smoothed one hand over Myri's hair, staying settled into the hug until Myri chooses to draw out of it. Something akin to blame hangs in her voice, not towards Myri, but towards Finnick. It's too reminiscent of when he'd gotten carried away with drinking, and Myri's empathy had led her to suffer from his self destruction. It seemed like one way or another, Finnick was destined to hurt Myri for trying to help him. ]

[witchwoman]

[Myri isn't going to move from this embrace any time soon. She can hear that tinge in Buffy's tone and knows what she's getting at (wis 24) but the idea of blaming Finnick for any of this is impossible for her right now.]

They said the baby's fine. Thank the Stargods for that. I should have left it alone- at least until after the birth. If anything had happened to my daughter, I...

[slay]

Hey. You can't think like that. [ Buffy shook her head. ] We don't have what ifs. We just have what is. And you're here, and the baby's fine, and that's what's important. We still have you. [ Buffy still has her. It's selfish, but it is what it is. ]

[doubletake]

[Elena lets Myri be alone for a day or two before she goes to find her. She knows all too well that sometimes a little space is necessary, but at the same time, Myri came to find her when she needed her. It was time to pay that back.

She knocks lightly on the door, so that her friend can effectively ignore it if she really wants to.]

[witchwoman]

[She doesn't answer right away, but there is the sound of movement inside of the room. A few moments later, the door opens slowly and Myri looks out of the opening, managing the smallest, weakest smile for Elena.]

Hello.

[doubletake]

Hey.

[Her voice is quiet as she matches Myri's smile. She doesn't want to disturb her, but she wants to be here if she needs it.]

Do you want some company?

[witchwoman]

[She's not sure if she'll be any good for company but she nods anyway and opens the door further to allow Elena inside. She closes it behind her and makes her way back to sit on the edge of her bed. Once again, she's sort of at a loss for words.]

[doubletake]

[It doesn't matter if she's 'good' company. Elena's looking to provide some for her, not the other way around.

If there's anger brewing inside her, it's not for her. It's toward the Mind Master, as always, who made this situation in the first place. She hadn't just ruined Finnick's life, but Myri's as well.]

Have you slept? Eaten?

[nothingsodivine]

[even an ocean away, it's a very thin grapevine that keeps news from reaching the people in failboat, so once things have calmed down a bit, Des arrives and waits for her in the Dragon's Light wing, figuring he can surprise her when she comes in.]

Funny thing, Little Bit. I still remember the way to get here.

[witchwoman]

[It's only her second day back to 'work' as it were. She walks with her eyes cast downward for the most part, so she hears his voice before she actually sees him. Shock draws her gaze up and for a moment, she just stands there, as if she's afraid her eyes are playing a trick on her.]

Des? But...

[nothingsodivine]

But what? But I'm supposed to be in New York? [he waves a hand, sliding off the exam table he was currently perching on.] I heard what happened.

[witchwoman]

...Oh. [Her gaze drops again, the brace on her wrist still worn for part of the day- and on right now, as it happens. She shifts awkwardly, as if she's not sure just what he might say on the matter.]

[nothingsodivine]

Hey. [He collects her in a warm hug, careful not to press against her wrist.] I came to see you, okay? Don't give me those sad faces.

[shootfirst]

[ lucky wanders in first, alerting myri that kat's gotta be around somewhere. the black cat leaps up into her lap with a petulant meow, and kat leans on the doorframe, hesitating on entering. ] I, uh. Heard.

[witchwoman]

[myri jumps a little as lucky takes up residence in her lap, but relaxes quickly, petting the familiar softly before glancing up to see Kat in the door frame.]

Yes, I... I imagine word has spread. [She doesn't look much more comfortable about the whole thing.]

[shootfirst]

I can't wrap my head around it yet. I can't imagine what it's like for you.

[witchwoman]

It doesn't... I keep hoping that I'll wake up and this will all be some terrible nightmare.

[shootfirst]

Personally, I think we're getting enough of that from him. Call me selfish, but I'd rather nobody else starts assuming our lives are just a really bad dream.

[graveflowers]

[ vi takes some time to see myri. she knows she shouldn't, that myri needs her, but she also knows she has to get a handle on her own emotions before she can find her sister because she refuses to let myri feel the miasma of vi's uncertainty. she also needs some time to mourn. she feels guilty doing it, but finnick is her best friend and he's gone, something she knew was a possibility, especially after speaking with koraith, and she takes the time to accept that and settle herself before she sees myri. she's already a fucking mess being pregnant, she doesn't need to chuck that hormonal mess of pain at myri.

that would be cruel.

which is why the witchwoman will only be able to feel sorrow and grief and a deep sadness when vi just crawls into bed next to her one night, no blame. it's hard with her belly, but she snuggles up behind myri and curls her arms around her sister, tucking her chin against her shoulder. ]

I'm sorry, Myrilandel.

[witchwoman]

[Some part of her knows that it's Vi before she reaches the bed. Nothing in the sounds of the room, but in the way she can feel the woman's heart aching, so similar to her own. She welcomes her into the bed, leaning into the embrace, never able to turn Vi away.]

I don't know what I'm supposed to do now.

[She's been trying to think of it, trying to sort out how she is meant to go on. And all that greets her is a yawning void. No answers. No hope.]

[graveflowers]

Honestly? Wake up every day. Anything else is secondary right now. If you can wake up every day, even if you go back to sleep, you're doing what you're supposed to be doing.

[ she wishes she had some magical answer but she doesn't. she still wakes up in tears more often than she would like people to know. she goes to bed in tears far more often than that. but she wakes up. sometimes she doesn't get out of bed, but sometimes it's too hard. at least she's awake.

it's the only thing she can think to tell myri. everything else, she assumes, will come in time. ]

[witchwoman]

[Wake up. Right now that seems the most impossible task, even if she knows it's meant to be so simple. She tucks her chin, curling further into herself, seeking a comfort she just won't be able to find right now, if ever.

But for now, she'll just reach for Vi's hand and thread their fingers, holding on for dear life.]

I'm sorry.

[Even if she doesn't feel any sort of blame coming from Vi, that doesn't change how she still feels so very guilty for what has happened.]