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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[65]

[everyone should be used to finnick drinking too much by now tbh. but on this night he drank a particular lot, then decided to amble on to bed. but not his bed, never his bed anymore. he usually has sleepovers with vi or francesca, if he's not going to pretend he's homeless and fall asleep on the balcony. because it was dark and he was drunk off his ass, he just happened to accidentally stumble into des's unlocked room. and flop onto his bed. HELLO THERE, BEAUTIFUL.]

sklds;l

[nothingsodivine]

- don't wanna hear me sing.

[That is what Des is murmuring in his distressed, nightmare haze when Finnick enters the room... Clearly he has nightmares about musicals or something. Who knows. Unfortunately, Des rolled a nat 20 listen check, so not only does he tear himself out of his dream, the minute Finnick flops down, there is now a revolver pointed at his head.

THIS IS WHY

YOU CHECK ROOMS, FINNICK.]

[65]

[WHAT THE FUCK. with a will save of 15, finnick doesn't piss his pants but is probably ... still too drunk to react appropriately to that. instead, he decides to just attempt to shove the barrel away from himself (str 13) and go] No, no. Not right now.

[nothingsodivine]

[That is not the sound a murderer makes (or Harold Zeigler??? who knows what that dream was). Des shakes himself out of his sleep stupor and lowers his weapon.]

The hell are you doing in my bed?

[65]

It's not your bed. It's ... [WIS CRIT FAIL BLESS HIS HEART. he sits up and looks around like wtf??? HE HAS NO MEMORY OF THIS PLACE.]

[nothingsodivine]

My bed. [HE CAN TELL BECAUSE HIS GUN IS UNDERNEATH THE PILLOW.] You've really gotta stop drinking with Archer.

[65]

I wasn't drinking with Archer. [that's his only retort. and what a brilliant one it is. he groans and rubs the side of his face with his hand.] Ugh, I'm sorry. I'll leave you to your ... singing, was it?

[nothingsodivine]

Singing? [He looks so fucking perplexed by this. What singing? What- oh.

He flops his head against the pillow and groans.] That was one hell of a dream.

[65]

Do I even want to know?

[nothingsodivine]

Nope. [He lifts his head.] What the hell are you even doing? Do any of you people sleep?

[65]

[s-so deadpan one might think he's joking (but he's not):] Personally, I oscillate between avoiding sleep at any cost and doing nothing but for days at a time.

[nothingsodivine]

[Equally deadpan] Wow. Hard to believe Chad and his goons aren't dead yet.

[65]

[TOO DRUNK FOR THIS TBH.] Really? You're going to blame me?

[nothingsodivine]

Not you, specifically. You just happen to be in my bed.

[Could that have come out any gayer.]

[65]

[PROBABLY NOT THE FIRST TIME HE'S HEARD IT EITHER HAW HAW HAW]

It was an accident. You shouldn't leave your door open.

[nothingsodivine]

I'll remember that next time.

[And I look at him.

And he looks at me.

And I look at him.

And things got really intense.]

So are we gonna braid each others' hair now?

[65]

I don't think we've got enough hair for it. But we could always paint each other's nails.

[nothingsodivine]

I'm sure your girlfriend has some lovely pastels for us.

[65]

[WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT. WHY, DESCANT. WHY. he was going to leave, he really was. but that little word was like an invitation saying "lie back down on my bed and bemoan the sorry state of your life."]

She's not my girlfriend anymore.

[nothingsodivine]

[NO. NO. HE WANTED THE OPPOSITE OF THIS.

wait. really???]

You and the Bit broke up? Jesus Christ, everything really is falling apart.

[65]

Being around me was making her miserable. And I don't know how to not be depressed, so ... it's better this way. For her. [even if it makes his depression even worse.]

[nothingsodivine]

Try bottling it up and then punching things. I hear it does wonders.

[hahahaha says the 4000 year old chronic depressive.]

[65]

I'm nothing but a bottle. It's just ... too much to bear anymore, at times. [and then, like this is the next logical leap in the conversation] Francesca bought me a trident. It's beautiful.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des flops his head back on his pillow.] I hope the follow-up to that is "and I can't wait to stab someone with it."

[65]

[his will save was too low for him to feel like spinning bullshit, so ... ] I haven't stabbed anyone with one in a long time. But it's what I was good at so ... I have to say it might be nice.