new orleans ♔ sing like it's going to be your last day

[romanticidal]

♬ Happy Birthday Song - Andrew Bird

WHO || Thomas, Jack, Gar, Kat, Dumage, Mark, Myri, Buffy, Finnick, Spike, Rafael, Des, Elena [Closed]
WHAT || Various downtime shenanigans
WHERE || Various locations, New Orleans
WHEN || Sunday Nov 18th, night through Mon, November 26th, 2012 [Backdated]
HOW || Actionspam, don't sweat tag order! Feel free to threadjack everywhere too :)

[ The last mission was something of a mixed bag: while Thomas' team successfully infiltrated the underground levels, discovering the truth about Chad & company's diabolical experiments grafting human DNA into Shadowkind in an attempt to make their human mind control technology work on Shadow, the team searching for the relics ran afoul of Iscariot agent, Alexander Anderson. The deadly regenerator was there to kill Rafael, but Jack held him off long enough for the others to escape. Meanwhile, Finnick and Myri learned some interesting information about the state of affairs at NOVA Records...

This log covers any work and non-work related shenanigans the Knights have while staying in New Orleans, immediately following the last log and extending over the next week. This will be the Knight's last week in New Orleans before they return to the castle for the holidays / do some other filler things so we can catch up to the rest of the world chronologically. (except for characters who have IC reasons not to).

Make your own threads, don't fuss about tag order, feel free to threadjack multiple people into one thread for hang-outs, ask me if you want a certain scene with an NPC, etc. forever whatever. There will be a few group scenes, which I'll alert everyone to on Plurk. They may not all be posted immediately, so keep an eye on this post for new threads as time goes by. ]

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[notaroundme]

[Elena blinks at the noise as she turns the corner before she fishes into her pocket for a few coins as she makes her way over.]

Here, I wanted cheetos anyway.

[She didn't, but this should get his bag out, as well as the one behind them, and then problem solved, right?

Probably not.]

[nosdacariad]

[ he huffs out a breath as she steps in front of him, scrubbing a hand through his hair and looking away ] Uh... thanks. [ it's muttered, and he waits for her to fish out the bags, awkwardly ]

[notaroundme]

You're welcome.

[Coins slip into the machine, and a couple of moments later she's pulling two bags out, handing one of them to him.]

Here you go. [A beat, and a concerned look.] You okay?

[nosdacariad]

[ he takes it tentatively. ] I'm fine. [ :| ] Just, uh. Fine. How... are you? [ awkward. ]

[notaroundme]

[She smiles, aware of the awkwardness but not letting it bother her.] I'm fine, thanks. [She holds a hand out.] I'm Elena.

[nosdacariad]

[ he stares at the hand, uncomprehending for a moment, before realization seems to sink in and he slaps his own hand into hers ] Oh... right. Sorry. I-- probably should have introduced myself awhile ago. [ he points back over his shoulder weakly ] Just been a little... preoccupied.

With the mission.

[ a beat. ] Mark. Is my name.

[notaroundme]

Don't worry, I get it. I've been pretty preoccupied myself.

[She caught his name in an earlier conversation, but doesn't bother to bring it up. After all, she's the new one here, and she's sure he had more important things on his mind.]

It's nice to meet you.

[nosdacariad]

Yeah, nice to meet you too. [ he forces a goofy smile ] You're, uh, like Buffy and Spike, aren't you? Not from the Shadow World, but ... somewhere more like this?

[notaroundme]

[She smiles back.]

Yeah, I think so. Most of it anyway. I recognize the names of the cities and countries, and the technology seems right.

[Some of the creatures are different, though.]

[nosdacariad]

It's still weird getting used to the idea. That there's other worlds just like ours.

[notaroundme]

[She gives him an amused but sympathetic look.]

Believe me, I'm right there with you on that one.

[nosdacariad]

I guess everybody has that in common, huh? ... Good point.

But I mean... exactly like ours in so many ways. How does that even happen? [ a beat ] Is there another me out there?

[notaroundme]

[She just grins and shrugs her shoulders.]

It's not exactly the same, I don't think. [She shouldn't find the whole 'other him' thing amusing, but being a doppelganger without knowing all the baggage!memories associated with it had that result.] Even if there was, he'd only look like you. You wouldn't be the same person.

[She still has lingering Feels about sharing a face with other people, though.]

[nosdacariad]

I guess. [ a deep frown creases his face and he says absently: ] He'd probably be a lot less of a screw up.

[notaroundme]

[That makes her frown.]

I'm sure that's not true...you're not a screw up.

[Yes, she's saying that even if she has no idea what he's referring to.]

[nosdacariad]

That's nice of you to say... really. But I would know.

[notaroundme]

Well, is it something can can be fixed? I could try to help.

[nosdacariad]

Some things can't be fixed.

[notaroundme]

[She looks a little discouraged, but she knows that in some ways that's true.]

Well, if you need anything, or just want to talk about it, I'm a pretty good listener.

[nosdacariad]

Thanks for the offer. [ he hovers for a moment before saying: ] Really.

[notaroundme]

[She offers him a small smile and nods, before she heads back to their room.]