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

myri (no for real) | ota | multithread

[witchwoman]

[Myri spends a lot of the remaining evening in the cleric's wing, taking any visitors who come to see her, turning no one away, even if she likely just needs to rest. If nothing else, at least she's used to getting less sleep. Healing helps, as does food, but nothing helps more than to be near the people she loves.

For those that are less impatient, Myri can be found the following day, re-acclimating herself to the castle. She's still quiet and a little jumpy, but she's at least starting to look a little better, having put back on real clothing and had a meal or two under her belt by now.]

[65]

[finnick stays with her the entire time, tbh. he doesn't say much, especially when other people are around. he can/will also leave the room if people want ~private conversations~ with her. but he's afraid to let her out of his sight anymore tbh. he can't believe he was so stupid to have just ... not noticed anything different about myri. maybe if he hadn't been so busy avoiding her, he would have notice. but nope. he was a tool. kicking himself forever, basically.

eventually, finally, he decides to get out what's on his mind. (there are a lot of things on his mind.)]

Myri, we ... we need to talk. About things.

[witchwoman]

[Her hand is locked with his for as long as he's near and he'll let her hold onto him. And when they're finally alone, she lets out a long breath of a sigh, turning to look at him as he speaks. She glances at her hand, gripping his. Was that it? Maybe he was only here out of some sense of obligation. She releases his hand immediately, pulling it back to her lap.]

Of course. I'm sure there's a lot that's happened.

[65]

Yes, but ... no. [he shakes his head.] I don't know. I don't know anymore. I'd been avoiding you, since we came back. Because I was so scared of hurting you. But if I hadn't been so — so — so foolish, maybe I would have noticed something was wrong. [his gaze moves down to their clasped hands.] Right before you came back with Spike and Jack, I told ... that monster that I wanted to be with you again. With you, like things were before.

[graveflowers]

[ vi is happy to drain all her healing and pour it into myri, so much so that she pulls on the other healing power she has. (dumb fuck still has not realized that she can heal herself, but the fresh scar on her palm and the back of her hand from the arrow is cool so she doesn't really care, tbh.) her hand glows a pale, leafy green as good health surges into myri, mirroring the familiar blue that indicates myri's own power.

because twinsies.

she hasn't said much besides tearful apologies because she didn't know! she couldn't tell! and that's fucking awful. but she finally breaks the awkwardness with: ] Wynn, against all odds, convinced me to join the Dragon's Light, so you're stuck with me, surprise!

[witchwoman]

[Seeing Violet so eager to heal her might have brought a smile to her face if she could remember how to smile. Even her announcement of what sect she's chosen doesn't seem to break through the fog that's settled over her. She wants to be happier, but she can't find it in her to manage it just yet.]

That's wonderful, Vi. I'm so glad.

[graveflowers]

Figured, since you and Amaranth were the ones that said I could do it. [ sob amaranth. she looks down and when the light fades from her hand, she pulls it back into her lap. it lasts all of five seconds before she clambers into bed with myri like fuck this we are too far apart. her arms curl around her best friend and by habit alone her fingers start smoothing through myri's disheveled hair. the hollow shell of the girl she loves so much reminds her of the gaping abyss of nothing and sorrow she feels everyday herself, she hates that myri has to feel worse, but she can't make that better, she can only make the physical pain better. still, she struggles in vain to keep her own depression and pain at bay, as if it were possible, so myri wouldn't have to feel that too.

she remembers their last conversations -- it felt better to myri when they weren't together because she wasn't being crushed by violet's despair. now she had her own despair, vi didn't want to make it worse with her own.

as much as she wants to stay with myri she knows it's not going to last. it's not fair to make myri feel worse, but for now at least, hugs. ] We're going to get him back, I promise. [ she knows finnick already said the same thing, but it bore repeating. ]

[slay]

[ buffy playing monster-wrangler isn't exactly new, and so no one is surprised when she disappears to cart kyp away into the dungeon. she takes her time, tries to wheedle more information out of him, and by the time she resurfaces, collects herself, and heads to the infirmary, myri appears to have managed to fall asleep (how light that sleep is, though ...).

the fact that it's probably her first genuine moment of rest in months is what keeps buffy quiet as she approaches. she notices finnick seated in the chair beside her bed like a watchdog, alert but stoic, and a sad smile twists on her lips. ]

How's she doing?

[65]

[he gives buffy a limp shrug, eyes still fixed on myri while he speaks in hushed tones.] As well as she can be, considering.

[slay]

[ lifting a chair from by another bedside, buffy hauls it over to settle beside finnick's. she sits on the edge of it, leaning her elbows forward on her knees and watching myri's sleeping form with a poorly masked grimace. after briefly worrying at her lower lip, she speaks again in a quiet voice. ]

She looks like a ghost. [ myri's cheeks, despite the healing, remain sunken in. they've got her hooked up to an iv nutrient bag to try and account for the obvious deficiencies that came out of her imprisonment, but it hasn't done much for her. she raises a hand to reach it out, ready to rest on the bed on myri's calf, but then she stops and recoils. ] I keep thinking about how I should have seen it, you know? When we got back, I thought the best thing for her would be if we all kept our distance. Being on that mission had caused her so much pain, I didn't want to bring that back with us. Now I can't stop thinking about how if I hadn't held back, if I'd just talked to her, maybe--[ she stops, shaking her head. ]

[shootfirst]

[ kat opens the door slowly, almost quietly, before rapping on it with her knuckles. gar is a few steps behind her, and they exchange a Look, before kat takes a step in. ] Knock, knock.

[witchwoman]

[She's been dozing a little here and there, but at the sound of a voice, Myri turns to look and the corners of her mouth twitch in a smile that doesn't actually form.]

Kat... Gar, come in.

[65]

[finnick waves at them, too. he's just been quietly sitting with her, not up to a hell of a lot. just being protective boyfriend-thing.]

[wynn]

[ after all her other visitors have come and gone, but before she leaves the cleric's ward, one last guest comes to see her.

he pulls the door shut tightly behind him, staring down at the handle for a long moment, his face obscured, before he finally raises his expression to take in the sight.

there's obvious pain in the drawn line between his brows, and a tightness in his jaw that speaks of a barely restrained anger over the situation that's put her here. but when he speaks, it's with the same implacable calm as always. ]

Myrilandel.

[witchwoman]

[The door keeps opening- not that she minds. But she's just sort of expecting another member of failboat, or maybe Finnick is coming back from getting a snack?? But instead she finds herself staring at Wynn. She shifts up in the bed she's laying in, sitting up higher and blinking a little too rapidly. She's not nervous, just surprised.]

Good evening, sir.

[wynn]

[ he steps closer, beside the bed, looking over the length of her. ] How are you faring?

[nothingsodivine]

[It takes Des a lot longer to find Myri than it did to find Spike. A day worth of difference, but when he finds her, it's not by accident, even if he acts like it is. He looks at her and there's a cold fire burning in his eyes, but it fades a second later, giving way to something that looks more like guilt.]

Why did you ever listen to me? [He laughs it off.] When do I ever have good ideas, Little Bit?

[witchwoman]

[They're in the hallway near the kitchens and dining hall when he accidentally-not-accidentally runs into her. The words don't seem to register at first, or at least, she doesn't react. Then she takes him by the wrist and tugs for him to come down to her level. She's not that tall, but she'll meet him halfway by pushing up on her tip toes. She leans in quickly and presses a kiss to his cheek.]

Stop.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des visibly deflates, but the tension doesn't leave him as he closes his eyes and stands there, half-leaning.] I was honestly trying to keep you safe, Myri. [Because he won't stop. This happened because he told her to leave. If she had stayed, then maybe Kyp wouldn't have had a chance to get her.]

[theminotaur]

[ abigail keeps to herself most of the time. she's not comfortable around people and she gets anxious easily so she sticks to her solitude and watching 24 with alex because alex reminds her of will and she reminds him of sonja, so they're using each other, really. solace.

but sometimes she does have to venture out of her little safety cocoon. when she does, she picks up on the local gossip as it is running rampant. she doesn't understand a lot of it, but she can guess the basics: kidnapping, torture, bad guys, one of them on the inside.

just like home.

it's on one of these adventures -- she's just going from her room to the kitchen -- that she runs into myri, taking a huge, startled step back to keep out of her path, light blue eyes widening. the woman certainly has a distinctive look to her, physically, there is no mistaking that silvery blonde hair. ]

Sorry. [ she swallows and reflexively tucks her hair behind her ear, fingers falling to skitter along the edge of her scarf before her hand continues to fall to her side. ]

[witchwoman]

[Myri all but jumps back a solid foot when Abigail runs into her. Traumatic experiences will make you skittish.]

I-- No, no, it's alright. No harm done.

[theminotaur]

[ her hands stay by her sides for a whole second, before she nods slightly and her fingers creep back to her scarf. ] Okay. Bye.

[ abigail is not good with people when she is not prepared to be good with people. luckily scared baby bird is how she wants to present herself most of the time, so it works. ]

[trebond]

[ it's the next day, and alanna catches her in the halls. the air of the castle has grown tense in the wake of the reveal, and alanna just doesn't do well with tension and discomfort, and not speaking about it is absolute silliness.

she's grinning when she catches up with myri, falling into step beside her. ]

Myrilandel! Wonderful—just the girl I wanted to see. You went to that ceremony last night, didn't you?

[witchwoman]

[An unfamiliar voice catches her attention. Turning, Myri looks terribly confused.]

I-- Yes, I was there..?

[trebond]

[ wis 12 means she at least catches on that myri doesn't know what name to call her. ]

Alanna. It's all right, I'm sure you've met plenty of people since you got back, and it was only the once. [ she beams. ] Have you noticed how tense everything is today? Something about that knighting ceremony yesterday, I'd heard.