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

Spike (FOR REAL THIS TIME) | ota/multi-thread, a bunch of places

[bigbad]

Infirmary

[Spike's first stop is the infirmary. He's been in pretty bad shape for a while, and he needs all the harm spells he can get. He spends as little time there as possible. Eww doctors.]

Kitchen

[After washing up a bit, he can be found in the kitchen, just... downing all the blood he can find. Not just blood, he's gonna have some ice cream and cereal and all the other foods they definitely were not feeding him while he was being tortured. Fuck everything, he's even eating some onion blossoms and he doesn't care that he'll regret the fuck out of the garlic later. HE DESERVES SOMETHING NICE.]

Outside

[Finally, he can be found outside around sunset in the shady part of the castle with some scissors and bleach. He can do this blind ok....

No, someone help him, this just screams disaster in the making.]

Misc

[Over the next few days, he can also be found in the Rec Room catching up on the TV they deprived him of in prison, in his room sleeping during the day, and in various training rooms punching stuff. He's punching with scary intensity. It's been that sort of month. Choose your own adventure, or come up with something new!]

[witchwoman]

[Myri finds him outside. It's not that she's been avoiding him- far from it, but there's been so much to do that she's been a bit over stimulated by all the conversations and interactions.

She's quiet when she finds him, not saying anything, but instead just sitting down in the shade and holding out her hand expectantly. Hand over the scissors and no one gets hurt.]

[bigbad]

[He looks up at her with a raised eyebrow, then smiles a bit and hands them over. Like he could turn her down ever.]

Good to get back to myself again.

[witchwoman]

What are you trying to do here? [Scissors and bleach and the outdoors. Really Spike? Nothing is okay about this.]

[bigbad]

Get my hair back to normal. [He gives her a slight smile and pokes at her hair.] Not all of us are natural blonds like you, pet.

Re: Spike (FOR REAL THIS TIME) | ota/multi-thread, a bunch of places

[nothingsodivine]

[after his cool-down period, des returns to the castle and while he'd been heading to the kitchen to get food as one does, he's not best displeased to find Spike.]

Were you at the club? Was that you?

[bigbad]

[He pauses in the middle of devouring a hamburger that someone definitely was saving for later and probably even labeled (#evilvampire) and glances up at Des.]

When you made out with whats-his-face? Yeah, that was me.

[Not over it.....]

[nothingsodivine]

[i am des's palpable look of relief.]

Thank Christ. I'd have went down there and killed him myself.

[bigbad]

[Spike raises an eyebrow.]

That's what you were worried about? That he'd think you're a poofter? Not, you know, all the secrets he was stealing and whatever else he was doing?

[Spike, you are the last person who should be making fun of anyone's priorities.]

[graveflowers]

[ spike in the kitchen, that would be where vi finds him, eventually. she smiles slightly, just because she's gotten used to spike eating weird stuff with his blood and she fond of his weird affectation. ] Hey.

[ you know what's she's doing? you know what she's doing. fresh hot sauce, just for you. the pans are coming out, it's happening. ]

[bigbad]

[Aww, Vi, so sweet. He's got his head buried in the fridge right now, looking for other things he can eat now that he's finished all the blood in there that hadn't gone bad yet. He comes out with a hunk of cheese.]

How've you been?

[Awkward.]

[graveflowers]

[ she just shrugs. mental torture day in, day out for a year is probably still better than whatever spike and myri went through and she winces at the sight of him up close. ]

Okay. ...do you need anything? I know I'm useless in the healing you department, but... anything else?

[bigbad]

Dimitris' head on a platter would be nice. [He shrugs, looking surprisingly cheerful about the vicious request.] But then again, it's not nearly so satisfying unless I rend him limb from limb myself.

[slay]

[ buffy takes her time in approaching spike -- she'd spent the better part of that night after elena's ceremony by myri's bedside, and spike had been quick to slip out of the infirmary. after what they'd done to him in andres, she certainly didn't begrudge him that. when she does finally slip away, into the wee, dark hours of the morning, she finds him in the kitchen, leaving a mess across the countertop.

her eyebrows raise, and she refrains from announcing herself, walking around to the opposite side of the island and leaning back against the sink to just watch him and wait for a more opportune moment to intervene. there's a certain degree of artifice to the placid expression she wears, neutral and unassuming. the truth is that she has no idea when the last time she actually spoke to spike is--as a result, it's impossible to be sure where they stand. ]

[bigbad]

[It's a while before he notices her. He's been literally starving for a while, so he's... rather focused on the blood. If part of him thinks about how much nicer it would be if it was human blood, he's ignoring that part. Finally, though, he turns, holding a bowl of cereal with blood instead of milk, then almost drops it.]

Bloody hell, love, where'd you come from?

[slay]

[ a twitch of an amused smile creeps across buffy's face as she watches him scramble to keep his bowl aloft. ]

That would be the door. [ her delivery is flat, but barely masks her humor. ] I see you're not wasting time getting back to your pulseless roots. You know, if anything, the lack of gross kitchen experiments should have been our cue. [ if they can still joke about their friends being replaced by fake doubles, then it doesn't suck quite as much as it could. right? ]

[nosdacariad]

[ mark finds him in the rec room, and actually hesitates in the threshold of the room, doing the indecision dance as he steps in, changes his mind, steps back out, looks back in, stares for awhile at the back of spike's head, and then finally squares his shoulders and comes in. i'm sure spike heard all those fancy footsteps, he's a fucking vampire. ]

Hey. [ s-so casual. ]

[bigbad]

[Spike doesn't look up.] No, don't stop, your tap dance routine was almost perfect.

[nosdacariad]

... Sorry. [ it seems a weird thing to apologize for but he sounds pretty intent on doing it anyway. ] How... [ no he can't even finish lol ]

Re: Spike (FOR REAL THIS TIME) | ota/multi-thread, a bunch of places

[postergirl]

[ dumage comes to visit him while he's still in the infirmary, after he's gotten healed up and his scar worked on a little more. she pauses in the hallway, still dressed to the nines from earlier in the evening. her arms fold defensively over her chest until she finally says with forced casualness: ] I take it to mean it was a good thing, then, that I pushed off those dancing lessons for a time.

[bigbad]

...probably. [He hopes no one mentioned Dumage's spying around Kyp before. If they'd been dancing, it would have probably come out.] Hope that doesn't mean they're pushed off forever. I was looking forward to 'em.

[postergirl]

Well, I should hate to let anyone down.

How's the head?

[littledhampir]

[Not being able to ring Kyp's neck led to a need for Rose to hit things; Imagining that twisted assholes face every time she beat the crap out of a training dummy might not fix anything, but at least for a little while, she felt like she wasn't going to destroy the world just so she could make it okay for Elena again, so when she wasn't at her best friends side? She came to the training room.

Rose could feel Spike before she actually saw him, stopping just inside the door and staring at the back of the Vampire she knew to be the real Spike. His hair was once again a blinding shade of peroxide and judging from the blows he was delivering, she wasn't the only one who fantasized about tearing the world apart.

After a moment of watching him, she moved to put her gym bag down not far from where he trained, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye as she removed the wraps from her bag and began to bind her hands.]

You look... [More like yourself seemed like a strange thing to say given the only 'him' she'd seen before, had actually been Kyp.] Better.

[bigbad]

Not saying much. [He punches the bag a few more times, then catches it, turning to get a better look at her.] ...who are you, again?

[As far as he can remember, they've never met before, though considering his big re-entrance, it's not surprising someone he doesn't know might have some idea of who he is and how much worse he'd looked before. She may've even been at the party for all he knows.]

[littledhampir]

True. [Things Rose probably shouldn't have said out aloud but she was the one who had described him as the Hobo looking guy...]

Rose. [A beat.] Elena's best friend.[Figuring that said it all. Yes. She was there. No. You don't know her.] The one who knew you were you and not - [She scowled but refused to say the other ones name. He could fill in the blanks from there.]