open ♔ august castle socialization

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, etc!
WHEN || Any time during August [back and forward dated]
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 month.  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. 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. ]

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bc i always need more of these two tbh

[bittersweeter]

Look up bitch.

[And when she does, she will see her very best frenemy leaning casually against the wall with set of car keys dangling from one finger, phone in her other hand, purse on shoulder.

She raises an eyebrow. The expression seems to read wanna get out of here? She had been willing to spend her day off playing hooky alone, but Faye is a decent second to her own company.]

/jumps the line just to reply to this tbh

[reallywicked]

[Her phone trills at her and the text pops up. She looks up, slightly confused, but the expression melts into smirking approval when she sees Lila waving those keys. She crosses the distance before looking over her shoulder to gesture to the hall behind her.]

Let me get my bag. Meet you in the garage?

i'm spoiled lbr

[bittersweeter]

Whatever.

[So yes. Yes, Faye, that will be lovely. But boom, off she trots without another word. When Faye finds her again she will be sitting in the driver's seat of a black BMW convertible, idly smoking and flipping the channels of the radio to get a decent station.]

[reallywicked]

[Faye doesn't smile or greet the girl in any way. That would imply that they were actually friends. Ew. She just opens the door and slips into the passenger side. She pulls her thick dark hair over one shoulder and just looks at Lila flatly.]

Please tell me you know where we can find something interesting to do. I'm going out of my mind in this place.

[bittersweeter]

Uh-huh. [She hands over her phone. Its open to the Lush website. Once Faye has it, she shifts in the seat and backs out, easily pulling the car out of the garage and onto the road out of the castle grounds. (Drive 14 & navigate 20 total, she put it in the GPS) She slides on a pair of big ol' movie star sunglasses.] There's one near Covent Garden in this cool market. And there is a chippie down the road, you know those places that only sell French fries?

[She loves England.]

[reallywicked]

[Faye takes the girl's phone and starts to browse the site. After a few seconds to see that her opinion boils down to 'yes good' she hands it over and settles back as they start their drive- but not before extracting her own ridiculous sunglasses because this scene needs more shades.]

Not all of your ideas suck, I suppose. [But she's not even trying to play it off that cool. She's got a slight smile formed which gives away that she's on board, if only to break the monotony.]

[bittersweeter]

[Bitch please, all her idea have merit. But she unabashedly preens and looks a little smug at the compliment as she waits for the gate to open and let them out.

She swipes at her phone, sending a text, before she tucks the phone between her legs because that is just where it goes when she is driving.

And then, bam! they're past the gate, freedom. After a second she yanks her hair out of her elastic.]

There's also a nail salon down the block.

[reallywicked]

[Is this true love?]

And you couldn't have come up with this idea any sooner?

[bittersweeter]

No. [Come up with your own ideas, bitch.]

[reallywicked]

[She just lets out a throaty laugh at that. It's a weird understanding that they have, to be terrible to each other and yet somehow its camaraderie?]

Just drive, bitch.

[bittersweeter]

[One hand lifts from the steering wheel a moment to flip Faye off, but she doesn't say anything, smirking.]

[reallywicked]

[Faye just rolls her eyes and enjoys the wind in her hair and the exquisite sensation of leaving the castle. Banter can be saved for once they have new make up and freshly manicured nails.]

[bittersweeter]

[Driving relaxes her so by the time they get into London proper she is pretty zen. The shopping is fun, between them they could probably get the entire castle to smell like delicious. But Lila insists they stop for chips before the manicures so she doesn't get salt on her nails.

She brandishes a french fry at Faye as she shoves her bags in the trunk.] Literally the only decent thing England possesses is chips and a lower drinking age.

[reallywicked]

[Faye doesn't mind the stop for fries. She refuses to call them 'chips' though. It's not really patriotism. It's just stubbornness. Instead of getting her own, she'll just take a few from Lila, thanks. While she nibbles on one, she tilts her head, as if debating the statement.]

I'd include the credit limit on there, but I think that's more Wynn than England.

[bittersweeter]

[It's proof of their friendship that Lila doesn't shoot her for stealing her fries, but it's a very fine line and has more to do with Lila's good mood.]

I do love Wynn's credit cards. [My preciousssss.] I guess it's just our salary though... [Her nose wrinkles slightly. No she doesn't want to imagine spending her own money when she could be spending someone else's.] Whatever.

[reallywicked]

It's only a salary if there's an allowance. [She digs in her purse and produces the card.] This? We could always try to see how much we need to use it before it melts.

[bittersweeter]

An island. I think if we tried to buy an island of a small country Wynn would try to ground us. Eric would probably implode.

[reallywicked]

Who is this Eric guy, anyway?

[bittersweeter]

My stupid mentor. [She rolls her eyes like ugh gross stupid face.]

[reallywicked]

What's wrong with him? [Faye has no doubt that the guy sucks. She sides with Lila just on principle.]

[bittersweeter]

He's just such a... [She waves a french fry around, struggling to come up with the correct word to describe Sir Eric Carpenter.] Douche. [Her nose wrinkles.] He is the definition of straight-laced, it's gross. He's my "rule book".

[reallywicked]

How irritating. [Faye's disgusted face basically sums up her feelings on that matter.] At least Nessa doesn't seem as concerned with how things should be done. Hardly makes up for the fact that she's trying to kill two birds with one stone to give joint lessons with her other squire.

[bittersweeter]

Oooh, the plot thickens. Do tell me about this other squire.

[reallywicked]

Diana Meade. [It may as well be an insult for the way Faye says it.] There's just... something about her that makes me just want to- [She cuts herself off, but man that look in her eyes is pretty clear.]

Goody two shoes little brat.

[bittersweeter]

Ooh, yeah I met her. Psychotically chipper. She's one of those people that find the good in everything, isn't she? [Gross.]