chicago ♔ it’s a tragedy to be left only with memories

[savemyself]

WHO || Failboat and friends [Closed]
WHAT || As the trial drags on, the Knights spend their last few months in Chicago and tensions mount
WHERE || Various locations, Chicago
WHEN || November 21st - The end of the trial?? [Back AND Forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam, don't sweat tag order


Everybody loves a media circus and the trial of Rafael Giovanni is no exception. If he was famous before, in the days following the shooting, now he's all people are talking about, and all the tabloids want to focus on. The complications presented at some of the early hearings by Jaka, regarding the identity of the Black Scourge and Rafael's alleged reaction have only made the story more appealing to the millions watching.

They've also caused the trial to drag out for months as facts are checked, evidence is poured over, and the jury becomes only more split on the issue. In the meantime, the holidays fly by, and one of the most terrible winters in years blankets Chicago in blizzards.

This log covers any work and non-work related shenanigans the Knights have while staying in Chicago, immediately following the last log and continuing for the next couple months. This will be the Knight's last time in Chicago before the trial: after which they plan to return to the castle to fully Knight Violet and Elena and decide where to head next.

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.

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[graveflowers]

Hey Rocky IV, I brought you a present.

[ vi's voice pops up from the doorway, a small tupperware full of a familiar looking orange-red liquid in her hands. that's right, spike, vi made you more hot sauce. ]

[bigbad]

[Spike's nose twitches as he catches the bag and he shoots her a grin.]

Out of bed and cooking. What is it, some sort of holiday?

[graveflowers]

It's just a not so bad day. Nothing special, but I saw a bottle of hot sauce in the fridge and... [ her nose wrinkles. clearly they can't have that. ]

[bigbad]

[He gives her a bit of a smile and strides towards her.]

It's old. I've been toying with different textures now. Wheetabix. Popcorn. Oatmeal. All sorts of stuff.

[graveflowers]

You ever try Frosted Flakes? [ she has never been bothered by his diet, only the hot sauce. ] Sweet and... I guess blood would be savory.

[bigbad]

There's a thought. Not sure the sweet'd carry through. Blood's pretty strong-tasting.

[graveflowers]

Yeah, I'd guess so. Anyway, here you go. [ she holds out the hot sauce for him to take. ]

[bigbad]

[He takes it and pulls off the lid, dipping a finger in to taste it. He nods after a moment.]

Think it's better than the last batch.

[graveflowers]

Thanks, I didn't even burn myself this time.

[bigbad]

Guess you're learning. More than I can say. [Since he... spends half his time on fire.]

[graveflowers]

[ oh look, tiny smile. ] You must like winter then, the sun is only out a few hours of the day.

[bigbad]

It's all right. [He shrugs.] Spend enough time with humans, you get used to braving the sunlight. Hasn't killed me yet.

[graveflowers]

[ keyword there being yet. she worries her lip between her teeth, but shrugs. ] I guess.

[bigbad]

[He gives her a slight smile.] Don't worry about me, pet. I can take care of myself.

[graveflowers]

Okay. [ yeah like she can turn worry off, haha. ] I should get back. [ to bed because lbr she doesn't do anything else. ]

[bigbad]

Right. Wouldn't want to keep you from your important sleeping.

[graveflowers]

[ her self-control is really tenuous and she hates always feeling like she's not supposed to feel anything because it will hurt someone else -- which is silly because the only person she could hurt, myri, has told her the exact opposite -- so spike's words make her bristle, eyes narrowing. ] I have a drow god stalking my dreams whenever I close my eyes, do you really think I'm actually sleeping?

[bigbad]

[...oh right. Yeah, that's... probably a good reason to not sleep.]

How have you not gone mad? Staying in all day and not even sleeping.

[graveflowers]

Who says I haven't?

[ half the time vi thinks she's slowly going insane, but she can't do anything else. it's too cold to go out, she's not meant for winter, and apparently it's not safe for her to go out so she's stuck in the hotel for better or worse anyway, except when they go to the courthouse or luthir sweeps her out for a date. and that's on good days when she wants to leave and not just expire in her nest of blankets. ]

There's nothing else I can do.

[bigbad]

[He pauses for a moment, weighing the hot sauce container in his hand.]

...Know how to cook anything else? Blood gets boring if you don't change it up every now and again, and I'll probably run through this hot sauce far too quickly. Wouldn't do to start eating it plain again.

[graveflowers]

Not really? [ she's lying! and not well! (bluff 4) it's just that being in the kitchen where people go in and out so often and having to talk sounds very exhausting. ]

[bigbad]

[Well he was asking more for her sake than his. He rolls his eyes and grabs a cigarette from his coat pocket.]

Fine. You need to talk to some sort of shrink, pet. Not me. I can't do shit-all for you.

[graveflowers]

I didn't ask you to. [ but instead of protesting her need for therapy, she turns on her heel and stalks off. ]