open ♔ may castle socialization

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, etc!
WHEN || Any time during May/June [ 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:
Vi @ the desk
Klaus @ the desk
Maxwell @ the desk
Aurelius @ Dragon's Fire wing
Gar @ the library
Dovan @ 2nd floor pub
Mark @ castle grounds
Lila @ the firing range
Abigail @ library/grounds/kitchen/training rooms
Spike (Kyp) @ people's rooms
Mars @ the library
Sebastian @ front steps
Alaric @ Dragon's Hoard wing
Myri @ cleric's wing, etc.
Spike @ infirmary/kitchen/outside/etc
Elena @ her room
Buffy & Kyp (and Fred) | Closed
Jack @ the cleric's wing
Kyp @ the dungeon
Spike, Buffy, & Helen | Closed
Rose @ various
Lila & Hook | Closed
Han @ the firing range
Brantley & Andrew | Closed
Vi & Des @ the garden
Failboat @ pancake brunch | Closed
Faye @ the library
Alanna @ the firing range
Jaina's induction party
Alex & Abigail | Closed
The Doctor @ the castle grounds
Elena & Helen | Closed
Dumage & Damon | Closed
Lila, Sylar, & Helen | Closed
Damon @ the bar/various

Comments

[ambitionist]

[alex was going to get his own firing on ... when he saw his tiny blonde doppelganger (but not that kind of doppelganger) shooting the shit out of her target. what the hell, it's been awhile. he'll bother her. once she's done for the moment, he calls out loudly:] Nice shot!

[bittersweeter]

Thanks. [ she pulls the earmuffs off, rubbing above her ear with the heal of one hand. ] Hey, are you right or left handed?

[ambitionist]

Right-handed. Why?

[bittersweeter]

Come here. [ so so bossy, she looks over at him expectantly like what are you waiting for. ]

[ambitionist]

[he walks his way on up next to her.] That didn't really explain the "why."

[bittersweeter]

I'm not right handed. The grip feels wrong. [ and she would like some help/pointers from someone whose dominant hand is the right. ]

[ambitionist]

[he shows her how he holds his own gun. and he has good gun etiquette so that shit is straight.] Are you holding it like this, or...?

[bittersweeter]

[ she picks hers up and she holds it well, but awkwardly because her hand just isn't used to it. and she doesn't remember learning how to shoot so she doesn't remember learning technique, she just knew how to do it.

with her left hand. ] It just feels wrong.

[ambitionist]

Because you're not used to it. And the only way you're going to get used to it is by practicing that way, so it's probably going to feel awkward for awhile.

[bittersweeter]

[ her nose wrinkles. what do you mean it just won't magically be better overnight??? ] My hand's all weak and shit, too. [ she's such a baby about not being perfect at this right off the bat. ] Sucks.

[ambitionist]

That's because it's your non-dominant hand. What were you expecting?

[bittersweeter]

I don't know, for it to suck less? [ sigh. dramatic sigh. maybe she'll just pack up. at least one gun. she can work on wyatt earping this shit when she can hold a gun without her hand shaking after twelve seconds because she's hella weak. ]

[ambitionist]

Earlier, were you shooting with your right? Because that was really good. I don't know what you're complaining about.

[bittersweeter]

Yeah, I know. [ she's not even attempting modesty rn. ] But it was hard.

[ambitionist]

Life's hard. Get a helmet.

[bittersweeter]

[ she reaches out to punch him in the arm. and since she crit failed... she probably just hurt herself. WHEN WILL SHE LEARN THAT SHE SHOULDNT PUNCH PEOPLE WITH HER DELICATE BIRD BONES. ] Ow! [ so sullen she damaged herself and not alex. ]

[ambitionist]

... Hey, are you okay? [wtf????]

[bittersweeter]

Yeah, I'm fine. [ she rubs her hand, leather gloves stretching over her knuckles, before she starts carefully packing up the guns. ] I should be used to skinny freaks being made of muscle.

[ambitionist]

I know, I have a deceptive frame. Sorry.

[bittersweeter]

I could always punch you with my left hand.

[ambitionist]

Or you could just stop punching me before you break something.

[bittersweeter]

[ maybe she'll just nudge him instead. ] So there's the one thing we don't have in common.

[ambitionist]

Handedness?

[bittersweeter]

Yeah. And I guess appearance since I'm pale and delicate and you're tall and decpetively built.

[ambitionist]

Well, I'm not — I guess I'm not really pale, but I don't tan at all. It's awful.