open ♔ june/july castle socialization

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, etc!
WHEN || Any time after June 7th  
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:

Rafael, Buffy, Des & Wynn | Closed
Frankie & Lis'sa | Closed
Taradiddle @ the desk
Lydia @ the desk
Abigail @ the desk 
Adam @ the desk
Bambi @ the desk
Rebekah @ the desk
Dawn @ the desk
Adi @ the desk 
Stiles @ the desk
Felicity @ the desk
Will @ the desk
Han @ the garage
Ric @ the bars.  all of them.  also dragon's hoard lab.
Team NYC | Closed
Lila @ the kitchen/castle grounds
Kate B. @ castle grounds / training room
Aedan @ training / woods / common areas
Frankie @ front desk / garage / various
Maxwell @  rec room / training room / castle bar / forest
Will @ firing range / pond / castle grounds
Sven @ the woods
Adam @ library / firing range / London
Jaime @ castle tavern / training room / stables
Hook @ castle grounds / bar
Jack & Christos @ the training room
Damon @ the castle bar / castle grounds / woods / London / library
Sean @ castle ground / jumping out a window
Des @ the woods
Kate @ training / shooting range / castle grounds
Vi @ her room / bathrooms / pantry / dragon's light wing / firing range
Francesca @ training room / bar
Francesca & Val'drin | Closed
Kenzi @ training room
Lila & Bambi | Closed
Spike @ training room
Lissa @ foyer / Dragon's light wing / garden
Andrew @ his birthday!
Buffy @ Rafael's room / firing range / training room / dining hall
Francesca, Will, & Max | Closed
Faith @ Kitchen / London bars
Abigail & Will | Closed
Des | Dragon's Light wing
Jackson | Train station / training room / garage
Klaus | Bar / garden

Comments

[ex_psionic439]

[Obligatory Adam on desk duty thread because this shit is mandatory now. It's not the same without Astrid tho. He's probably bored out of his mind while spinning in the chair and/or bumping the shit like this from his phone. Probably both though, let's be real.

At least it's not Nicki Minaj and her crazy Monster voices this time (although it can be if you want it to, since it's been established that the shit is on his phone and he ... does that). While it probably sounds less than great because he's no Rafael Giovanni and it's off key, he's got dem lyrics weird-ass inflections down ok (perform: 13)]

[watcherjunior]

[ As much as she loathes desk duty, Dawn just can't seem to stay away. And she does loathe it--she's pretty sure she didn't stumble here from wherever she's from to play receptionist, even if she is allowed to screw with the callers.

Today, she's mostly out of sight (hide ...8), enjoying Adam's little performance. She's also carrying a book, pretending to read if anyone sees her.

It doesn't help that she keeps laughing. ]

[ex_psionic439]

[That's okay, his spot check is only 6 so apparently he doesn't see her in that ... obvious space she's curled up in as he's belting this shit out like a "pro."

And his listen check is also a 6 jfc exact same roll and modifier so this bitch is literally clueless as he segues into the next song without missing a beat.

When the phone rings he just picks up and starts using it as a microphone. Y e p.]

[watcherjunior]

[ And that's the final straw. Not the Kanye, but the use of phone as mic. There she is, tumbling out of her obvious hiding spot and hitting the floor without even trying to catch herself.

Hard up for entertainment? Uh, she's watching desk duty, draw your own conclusions.

She's getting back to her feet, as if nothing just happened. ]

[ex_psionic439]

[And since random people falling to the ground is pretty hard to miss, he ain't even rolling another spot check. The music is still going but he stops singing, then hangs up the phone again just as Dawn jumps back to her feet.]

You alright?

[watcherjunior]

Fine! [ That comes out a bit fast, so obviously, fake. She's not even really trying to lie, it's just the thing you say when you probably embarrass yourself where people see. ] Totally fine. Just, um... yeah, I don't even have a plausible story. I was laughing.

[immuno]

Did you watch her video album?

[ Lydia's not remarking on his impromptu karaoke. Instead, she's leaning over the desk while his back is to her, shoulders hunched, and starting up a conversation about Beyoncé. ]

[ex_psionic439]

[And he spins around to see ... Lydia. Who I'm not sure he even knows by name at this point because she never actually introduced herself and I'm too lazy to check atm.]

No. Why, should I? [He's not even a Beyoncé fan, really. But this song was ridiculous so that's why it was worth downloading to him.]

[immuno]

[ Pretend they introduced themselves at the Shadowkind Conference ok that's what I've been assuming. ]

Only if you want to have your life changed.

[ She pulls her phone out of her pocket and pulls his out of ... whatever he's playing it over. iHome shit ok I just decided. She sets her phone in the dock and sets it to play. It starts with Ghost.

[ex_psionic439]

[Works for me! So he knew what he was getting into when he climbed in that car. Bitch has no excuse.

But then he's watching Beyoncé's video diary or whatever it is and ukw it ain't horrible. It's not his favorite music ever but her body is kind of insane and she's got some nice visuals to go with dem beats ok.]

I bet it'd be worth it to see her in concert. [And then he realizes that, whoops, people usually come down here for a reason.] Oh, hey, did you need keys or something?

[And then he's flashing back to the last time that she was behind the wheel of a moving vehicle...]

[theshameofcain]

[Desk duty is always so fascinating. Bambi observes him for a moment from the corner of the desk when suddenly the phone rings. Rather than let him do this job, she reaches over to grab it and picks it up, herself, talking over the music.]

Karther Institute. Uh-huh. Well, as it turns out we're having a magnificent garden party and you're not invited. Buh-bye. [Click. She turns to Adam.]

Thought I'd let you finish your burgeoning career in female vocalist impressions, Slick.

[ex_psionic439]

[Oh, Bambi-chan. Adam likes you already. Sadly though, he isn't even trying to mimic the actual vocalizations of the singers so much as emphasizing the weird-ass inflections (bae-beh, dah-deh) in his own voice so it sounds like some white dude trying to sing/rap this shit in his own off-key voice and just ... yeah. It's special.

Especially the part about grindin' on that wood and swervin' on that wood asdgdfh.]

I take requests, you know.

[theshameofcain]

[shh shhh. she's giving him more credit than he deserves. she builds you up, adam, so she can break you down. like many women in this castle.]

You've been stuck on desk duty too long. [She leans on the desk.] But if you serenade the next person who calls with Backstreet Boys, I'll get you a doughnut.

[ex_psionic439]

[Adam purses his lips like he's getting ready to take a selfie with full on duckface, and slowly nods his head like challenge accepted, bitch. Was he supposed to flinch at that shit? But the phone has been ringing off the hook today apparently, so it isn't much long thereafter that he's pausing his own music so that he can sell this shit like a boss.]

Jelly. Raspberry.

[Because he's got this. That sorted out, he picks up the phone and doesn't even bother with a greeting to the person on the other end--it could be literally anyone, he just breaks out into full 90's boyband melodramatics and you know what? He nails that shit with perfect lyrics and ... perfect pitch that he apparently just pulled out of his ass (wisdom 17, perform ... nat 20).]

Although loneliness has always been a friend of mine, I'm leavin' my life in your hands~
People say I'm crazy and that I am blind, riskin' it all in a glance~
And how you got me blind is still a mystery, I can't get you out of my head~
Don't care what is written in your history, as long as you're here with me~

I don't care who you are, where you're from, what you did, as long as you love me~
Who you are, where you're from, don't care what you did, as long as you love me~

[Don't ask him how he knows this shit okay, his taste in music is straight up embarrassing sometimes.]

[unforgivably]

[ It might be Adam's headphones or his successful 29 of move silently, but one minute Adam's singing, jamming out, eyes closed and the next Damon's just standing there in front of him, judging the fuck out of him. It sounds - familiar - the voice does, anyway. He rolls his eyes, having better things to do and better places to be. With a wisdom check of 20 (non nat, noo) he knows that music is coming from Adam's phone. So, excuse him while he leans over and presses pause.

Hey. It's better than smashing that shit. ]

[ex_psionic439]

[You don't just touch other people's phones, bro. When the music cuts out and Adam opens his eyes/is suddenly aware of his surroundings once more, he takes a hot second to confirm that Damon is no one important, and then sits up like he's s-so offended.]

What the FUCK!

[unforgivably]

There. I have your undivided attention. [ He smiles at the single lady sitting in front of him. Get it? ] Relax, you can turn your women love power mix back on once you answer my question.

[ex_psionic439]

[Adam ain't listening tho. Damon really shouldn't have just waltzed up like he owned the place. So while he's talking, Adam is concentrating on planting a mental aversion in his head. Damon's really lucky too, because Adam considers suggesting that Damon just fucking not talk for the next four hours but instead ... he'll just make it so that Damon won't want to walk within thirty feet of the desk/Adam.]

Bye, bitch. [And since Damon's will save didn't let him overcome that particular power, that shit will become very real for him effective immediately. Adam even offers a little wave before he shuffles to a specific song, pushes play again, and cranks that shit up even louder.

It's called throwing shade, for those of you who missed it.]

[godblessyou]

[Taradiddle stands on tiptoe to look over the desk at him.] Are you a bard? Cause, uh, you might want to consider some alternate careers.

[ex_psionic439]

[And since Adam definitely didn't spot or hear her approach with those shitty rolls, when she finally speaks up he ... jumps in his seat, which rolls backward away from the desk and slows until it gently bumps into the wall behind him.]

Jesus fuck you shouldn't sneak up on people like that.

[godblessyou]

Maybe you should pay more attention. [She can't help being below eye level... ]

[ex_psionic439]

There's not usually a lot going on when I'm down here.

Do you need something? [Car keys, a booster seat...]

[allmydreams]

[It really doesn't matter if it's the Queen B or Nicki Minaj, Felicity is at least polite enough to let him finish his homage all the same. Who is she to interrupt someone's moment to shine?

Once he is finished, though, she's making her way over with her romance novel in tow. Do not question her reading choices. Still, a bit of light applause, before:]

Take your bows. I'm pretty sure you don't want to do an encore.

[Translation: end of shift, dude. Be free.]

[ex_psionic439]

[It takes him a second to figure out her meaning because his wisdom check bombed, but when he finally gets it he legit bows because he sure doesn't want to be sitting here for another full shift. The stage is all hers basically.]

It's no lady porn, but it helps pass the time. [Yeah, he noticed her choice of reading material.]

[allmydreams]

[She laughs a bit at that, before giving a bit of a shrug.]

Sometimes you just want to read something absolutely trashy. If for nothing else, a good laugh.