open ♔ march castle socialization

[shootfirst]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, etc!
WHEN || Any time during the second half of 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 this half of the month.

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. 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. ]

Comments

[graveflowers]

[Violet has found herself lost in the woods, which is easy when you have the directional aptitude of a cantelope. Since the cantelope has never managed to escape her fruit salad she's pretty sure it sucks at directions.

And sentience, but now you're just splitting hairs.

She's about to say fuck it and build herself a house -- she's not lost if she lives there -- when it's all hooves and horses and a sword taller than she is. Well, shit.]

Sorry dude, must've missed the 'Abandon all hope, ye who enter here' sign.

[technophobic]

Consider me it.

[graveflowers]

You might want to invest in a no trespassing sign then, 'cause I'm pretty sure nature is free rein. Unless this is a national park. Or an endangered wildlife reserve. Or part of some conservative measure to protect the forest from deforestation, which... my mere presence wouldn't affect.

[technophobic]

These woods are dangerous. Take my word for it.

I live in 'em.

[graveflowers]

[Her eyes linger on that bigass sword.] Are you the dangerous part? 'cause I'd take a hellhound any day.

[technophobic]

[ he lets out a particularly grumpy sound of disapproval ] There's beasts who roam these parts.

[graveflowers]

Mhmm. Nature does seems to breed those. Any special reason you get to be one with nature but I'm not allowed? Unless you control them with your Poké Ball and you've reached Master, while I am just a lowly Trainer.

[technophobic]

Because last I looked, it's my job to guard them and keep foolish young lasses from getting in over their heads, and not yours.

[graveflowers]

[Violet can't tell if he's guarding the forest in general or from her. Fry squint.]

How do you know it's over my head?

[technophobic]

By the look in your eye. Or the look that isn't there.

[graveflowers]

Uh-huh, would you mind elaborating on this look I'm not rocking? I've got central heterochromia, there might be some eye issues at play here.

[technophobic]

The look of one accustomed to dealing out death and facing her own.

[graveflowers]

[Arms fold across her chest, eyes narrow. Oh no he did not.]

My mom is the Queen of the Underworld and I've been hunted down by monsters since I was a kid, just for existing. Something about demigods makes 'em go nuts. So, no offense to your little theory about my eyes, but I do know a little something about death.

[technophobic]

[ he really should probably look more impressed and less extra-suspicious now, but there it is. he will literally get off his high horse now though, landing with a clink of all that heavy armor and stepping closer to her ] You mean to say you're a product of the Nine Hells, girl?

[ he does not say that

like it's a good thing ]

[graveflowers]

[Well that is just one giant step backwards.] Whoa, hey, you just back right off.

Hades, not Hell or nine of them.

[technophobic]

Never heard of it.

[graveflowers]

Seriously? Dude, crack a book. Greek and Roman Underworld. Ruled over by Hades and his wife, Persephone. Ringin' any bells?

[technophobic]

I know of a lot of gods, girl, but never any by those names.

[graveflowers]

Speaking of names, mine's Violet, so you can stop calling me girl, 'kay?

[technophobic]

Sir Lanston Charles Montgomery Wingates Wellington.

[graveflowers]

[Violet's thought process goes something like this: Oh my fucking god, is he joking? He's not joking. He is Percy, insert joke dancing naked in Dobby's tea cozy here. That is the most ridiculous name ever and my middle name is flippin' Perdita, I know ridiculous. Omigosh, don't you dare fucking laugh, he will probably stab you in the throat.]

Oh.

[Maybe she sounds impressed?]

[technophobic]

Have you got a problem with something?

[graveflowers]

No.

[Her big eyes go wide and she manages to look almost absurdly innocent, like a small woodland creature. Or a kitten.] I just didn't know what to call you, I'm still getting used to the phrasing here. Where I come from it's Sir Elton John or Sir Elton, but here it's Sir followed by the surname and I only got confused for a moment. [Bluff 21.]

[technophobic]

Most call me Lan. Sir Lanston works as well.

[graveflowers]

Sir Lanston. Cool. So, did I pass the test, can I frolic off amongst the woodland creatures?