nyc --> london ♔ and as the vision fades | i'll say i was blinded by your eyes

[postergirl]

♬ It Happens All the Time - Depeche Mode

WHO || Failboat, Des, Rafael, Isabella, Burt, and more~ [closed]
WHAT || The Knights finally say their goodbyes and head back to the castle
WHERE || NYC hotel; flight to London; London, England
WHEN || March 16th
HOW || Actionspam or prose

What was supposed to be a night to unwind wound up with a confrontation between Failboat and Keijen Blade that didn't exactly go the way the team was hoping for. However, in the process, they at least managed to get Isabella back and extract Dumage from her long term undercover assignment.

The remainder of the night is spent back at the hotel, recuperating, in order to catch the flight back to London the next morning. This also means saying goodbye to those who will be going back to Chicago: Isabella, Burt, and Rafael.

Comments

[shootfirst]

[ from across the aisle, someone is handling their hangover unusually well. nature is cruel. ] You kinda look like you got hit by a truck.

Full of booze.

[notaroundme]

[Elena leans her head back against the head rest, letting it fall to the side so she can look at Kat.]

I'm pretty sure it was two of them. At least.

[shootfirst]

Don't ask me. I don't really remember... most of last night, not gonna lie.

[notaroundme]

I remember...parts of it.

[Dancing with Des' friend. Dancing with Archer...kind of. She's kind of avoiding that, though, since there were feels involved.

And stairs. There were stairs. And that Blade asshole.

Things got clearer after people starting talking shit about Kyp, though. She realizes that she shouldn't feel so strongly about sticking up for him, but turns out she was right anyway. Suck it.]

[shootfirst]

Same. But I think I've met my tequila quota for the year.

[notaroundme]

I think I've met my tequila quota for the rest of my life.

[The words of a regretful teenager.]

[shootfirst]

I hope you had fun, at least.

[notaroundme]

I did. Up until that part that involved a very creepy rock star who really needs to get crushed to death by the weight of his own ego.

[shootfirst]

The crushing will come in good time, don't you worry about that.

[notaroundme]

With luck, I'll get to be there when it happens.

[shootfirst]

With luck, you'll be participating in the crushing.

[notaroundme]

I'll keep my fingers and my toes crossed.

[shootfirst]

Just promise me you'll never wear his face, or I can't be held responsible for anything I might do.

[notaroundme]

Blade's? No thanks. Not if I can help it.

[If it's for the mission? She'd consider it. Otherwise, NOPE, not in a million years.]

Ew.

[shootfirst]

How's that work, anyway? Does it have to be someone give like..touched or whatever?

[notaroundme]

[She shakes her head.]

It makes it easier, but it isn't a requirement. It definitely helped when I first learned how, but I just need to see a picture, really.

[shootfirst]

Six/tenths creepy, ten/tenths awesome.

[notaroundme]

That's a lot of tenths.

[She'll try to focus on the fact that more of them are awesome than creepy.]

[shootfirst]

Math was never my strong subject.