open ♔ april castle socialization

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, etc!
WHEN || Any time during March/April/May-ish [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 these few months. 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. WE ARE BIG ON THREAD-JACKING HERE. 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.]

On this log:
   Emma @ the desk
   Adam (and Astrid) @ the desk
   Felicity @ the desk
   Alex @ the desk
   Mars @ the desk
   Sebastian @ the desk
   Astrid @ the desk
   Section head office hours
   Kat (and Fred Jr.) @ the castle bar
   Amara @ various locations
   Jaina @ the garage and training room
   Francesca & Christos [closed]
   Belle @ the library
   Alanna @ mounted training course
   Vi @ the castle garden
  David @ training room/gardens/computer room/kitchen/library
   Kate @ library/gym/training area/social areas
   Aedan @ training beyond the castle grounds / London
   Finnick @ swimming lessons / training room / castle bars
   Astrid @ the med center
   Alex @ smoker's hole / firing range
   Elena @ library/castle grounds/training room
   Spike @ castle grounds
   Jaime @ the stables
   Helen @ Dragon's Hoard labs
   Faye @ training room / firing range / Dragon's Fire wing
   Andrew @ the rec room
   Spike & Buffy [closed]
   Myri @ the Round Table hallway
   Thoster @ the kitchen
   Des & Dumage [closed]
   Gus @  in/around the woods 
   Lila @ library/firing range/dining room
   Des @ bowling in London
   Archer @ the castle halls / bar
   Hook @ the computer lab
   Mars @ the gardens
   Sebastian @ the training room
   Marty @ the rec room/firing range/various
   Attica @ the rec room
   Brantley @ London/training room/pool/castle grounds/various
   Buffy @ the training room
   Andrew & Bo [closed]
   

Comments

ota } you wouldn't stop joking about bowling SO NOW IT'S HAPPENING

[nothingsodivine]

[♫ Bowling Song- Stephen Lynch.

CHECK OUT THIS SEXY BOWLING ALLEY. It's no surprise Des tries to spend as little time inside the castle as humanly possible when he's not sleeping. Where he goes is anyone's guess, though he has mentioned in passing (and maybe invited a few of the failboat crowd) that there's this great bowling alley with fucking awesome ribs and cocktails. Whether you were invited or just here for the bowling and ambiance, you can find Des either out on the lanes (bowling a great game with his 17 dex, which would be super attractive if bowling weren't so... not attractive), eating his weight in food in the dining area, or having cocktails at the bar.

You will not find him at karaoke, because nobody wants to hear that shit, but he does sometimes hang around the performances when a singer is particularly good. It gives him Jade feels. :c]

[bluffcheck]

[Thoster doesn't understand karaoke, but it's his new favorite thing. Unfortunately, he doesn't know ANY of the songs, so he spends a good few hours just listening before he decides to get up and try one out for himself. And what does the son of a bitch choose?

I Want It That Way by the Backstreet Boys.

He may have a career in boy band covers though because he is rocking this shit out (perform 25). After the song's over, he's going to find himself a nice big drink and try to sort out what this game it that's being played.]

[nothingsodivine]

[Wow.

That may have been more surprising than Finnick's +20 autotune bonus back from THE CONCERT FROM HELL. From his place at the bar, Des gives Thoster a mock salute with his drink.]

Kudos for going for something more original and daring than Freebird.

[bluffcheck]

Sorry? Don't think I know that one. [His modern music knowledge is abysmal.]

But many thanks, all the same, friend. [He flashes a broad smile and waves for the bartender.]

Interesting place here.

[nothingsodivine]

Lucky bastard.

[Obviously Des is not into Skynard. Who woulda thunk it.]

I didn't even think the British were into bowling. They think soccer is football.

[Bowling is aggressive, okay. There is nothing polite or dainty about throwing ten pound balls at shit.]

[bluffcheck]

To be honest with you, I still don't understand the sport. You wouldn't want to show me how it's done, would you?

[nothingsodivine]

[Des glances back at the lanes.] You actually wanna learn?

[He was mostly under the impression that bowling just sort of... happens to people.]

[bluffcheck]

I still have a lot to learn about this place. And it looks like it could be fun? So why not!

[nothingsodivine]

[Des slow blinks and then shrugs.] All right. Let's mosey.

[Come, Thoster. Let him teach you how to bowl.]

[badexample]

[Andrew is rubbish at bowling, but he goes for the company and less for the actual bowling. He's off to claim their lane and find the world's lightest ball for his tiny friend to chuck towards the pins. She's probably off getting the first of many drinks.

They just so happen to end up at the lane next to Des, so Andrew gives him an awkward little wave.]

Hey. [No, he doesn't recognize him or anything. Andrew is just trying to be more social now okay?]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des lands a strike that brings his pins crashing down loudly. Where the fuck did he even learn to bowl so well. Maybe he was a greaser or something. He does love that leather jacket...]

Hi. [He squints at him. He got a decent enough wis check to know there's something ~familiar~ about Andrew (because he is a tree and hard to miss if you spend any time in the castle, I guess), but not enough to know where from.] Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

[sorceresslite]

Andrew, they haven't got that beer you like so I got you whiskey and a diet coke. Just suck it up. [ tiny little ella skids over to them, holding out a glass to her giant bestie, bright red hair flying into her face before she shakes it back and takes a hefty gulp from her own glass, sans coke. diet or otherwise. she does not seem to notice right away that he has engaged in conversation with some random bloke. but then she does. ]

Oi, who's this? [ she turns to des, not even giving andrew enough time to answer. ] Who're you, then?

[ good old irish manners. ]

[badexample]

Uh.. maybe..? [But then Ella is there and shoving a drink at him that he's not really interested in drinking because he's the worst irish person and is terrible at drinking whiskey- even in soda.]

Not sure. Says I look familiar though..? [Which is sort of weird, because Andrew doesn't... go places.]

[nothingsodivine]

Hard to forget a guy your size. [He glances between them for a second and apparently Ella's Irish presence makes the whole thing click in place and he snaps his fingers.]

From the "Institute." [He does the scare quotes. Look he's polite enough not to yell OHHH YOU'RE WYNN'S KIDS in the middle of a crowded bowling alley.]

[sorceresslite]

Ooooh. [ she hums this like yes, sir, i know exactly which institute you speak of. which gleans this gem of an aside. ] I wonder if they'd give us a discount here, since we frequent it so often.

[ because ella thinks there is nothing to do in london because she's irish and as such prejudice against this entire country like a rude child. ]

Have you got a name? I'm Ella. [ she pats andrew's arm, this is his cue to introduce himself. ]

[badexample]

What's that supposed to- [He gets cut off by Ella jumping in and just crosses his arms over his chest.]

Andrew.

[nothingsodivine]

No, my mother never gave me one, but to avoid confusion, I let people call me Descant. Des, if you want.

[You'll never know what it was supposed to mean, Andrew.]

[bittersweeter]

[ des can't escape the tiny blonde sociopath, but this time she comes with a plus one! currently, to the surprise of anyone that has met either of them for longer than seventeen minutes, they are sitting at a table absolutely inhaling their nachos and french fries. there were buffalo wings, but they've been neatly devoured. she is tiny and sylar is the scrawniness mofo, but they can plow through a plate of food like it's nobody's business.

someone is giving you a run for your piggish money, descant. and she's about a third your size. and actually looks fucking adorable in bowling shoes. (and super short since she's almost always in heels.) they are having a VERY. SERIOUS. DISCUSSION. loudly. ]

No! I am telling you, Bendystraw Cucumberbund is the worst. I just want to punch him in the face. But no way is Iron Man better than that scrawny guy! [ that's right, she's defending someone and she can't be assed to remember his name. VERY. SERIOUS. DISCUSSION. being punctuated with food, as she pokes sylar with a fry. they might need an impartial third party mediator. ]

[watchmaker]

[SYLAR IS NOT SCRAWNY, OKAY. he just has a narrow frame. like ... jack skellington. that is eating food like this may be the last meal he ever sees. but that doesn't mean that he can't take time out to bicker. THERE IS ALWAYS ROOM FOR BICKERING.] Robert Downey Jr. is the superior Sherlock Holmes, because he's actually playing Sherlock Holmes! And not some guy in modern times who happens to have the same name or something. It's stupid. Both shows [i.e. elementary and bbc sherlock] are stupid. If you're going to do something like that, just let it be an homage. Like House. I liked House.

[nothingsodivine]

[Well, this bowling alley cafe is actually getting a lot of business, apparently, considering Des's enormous basket of ribs. He's in the booth directly behind where Lila's sitting and so he hears EVERY WORD. And happens to glance over. Oh wow. And he thought he could pack it away.]

Personally, I think Sherlock Holmes is overrated in general. [Yep. You asked for his opinion.] Hi, kitten.

[bittersweeter]

So did Arthur Conan Doyle. But that's not the point, Des. [ she points a fry at him to, turning slightly, but she's so used to sylar taking the french fries from her when she does that that she pulls it back quickly. ] The point is that Iron Man is not the superior Holmes.

[ NO SHE WILL NOT CALL HIM BY HIS PROPER NAME SHUT UP. YOU CAN'T MAKE HER. ]

What are you doing in a bowling alley?

[watchmaker]

[with a mouthful of fries that he stole in the .5 seconds that she wasn't looking at him:] Robert Downey Jr.!

[nothingsodivine]

Obviously not golfing.

[He's here for the ribs and the joy of HURLING LARGE OBJECTS AT PINS. It's great for stress.]

I gotta side with your friend with the eyebrows. Robert Downey, Jr was actually playing Holmes and not some nancy British jerk-off. Plus he had charisma.

[bittersweeter]

[ she hates them both at this exact moment. ] You suck.

[ but beyond that gem of defeat she turns back to sylar. ] When we get a cat we should just name him Eyebrows. [ because it comes up so often. she jerks her thumb back at des and adds, looping an arm protectively around her fries: ] This is Des. He is not a knight. He didn't want to join the super secret boy band.

[watchmaker]

I'm not going to name a cat Eyebrows if he doesn't have eyebrows. [ugh, fine, he'll go back to eating his own food. /acts like eating a shitton of nachos is so difficult.] Hey, Des. I'm Jack. [and back to lila:] I'm surprised you actually know someone besides me who isn't in your secret boy band. [THE PARTY WAS TELLING OKAY.]