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

allison argent || open

[risked]

[Trust isn't an easy thing when you've been swept away to some alternate dimension. Not that she doesn't believe in alternate dimensions, but she's definitely more aware of just how insane she'd sound if she tried to explain this to anyone. Then again, she would sound just as insane explaining that her family hunts werewolves and is only one of countless other families that do the same.

Arriving at the castle, she's more curious than concerned. They've told her the basics, let her know that she's here now - no turning back and she's going to have to deal with this the best way she can. She'll have to survive. To maintain herself and just keep herself safe.

At the moment, she's giving herself a tour. Trying to find her way around, stopping to listen to conversations as if she's just admiring a piece of art that's nearby. Her duffel bag is still over her shoulder, the weight of it starting to create a deep red mark beneath her shirt, but she's going to manage it.]

[immuno]

[ The breath leaves her lungs when Lydia sees her there, examining the paintings in the hallway as if nothing is out of place.

All she can remember is her squiring party with Stiles and the acute belief that this would never, could never happen. She’d never see her best friend again—that had been her understanding after Helen and Sydney had explained everything in Pembrokeshire. When she made it through this, and found a way to deal, she’d have to do it alone.

Except Allison’s standing right here.

Without realizing it, Lydia starts to walk again, closing the distance and reaching out for her. ]

Allison?

[ The disbelief still racks her. ]

[risked]

[Being too focused on one conversation puts Allison off-guard slightly and she doesn't hear Lydia's approach. The touch startles her, but her name being said by her best friend is comforting and terrifying all at the same time. She's been told how it works, how people can come from different times, but she had just seen Lydia the other day and now she's here.

The confusion and concern only lasts a moment before her expression shifts to a smile of near disbelief. She moves forward, the weight of her bag immediately shifting it onto the crook of her elbow. Not wanting to deal with it right now, she drops it to the ground and moves to hug her friend.]

I didn't know you'd be here.

[immuno]

[ At first, the hug catches off guard, but after a split second, Lydia returns it readily and buries her face against Allison’s shoulder. She takes a breath, squeezes her eyes shut, and reins back the instinctive, emotional reaction: I never thought I’d see you again.

Her chest aches, and the telltale salty burn makes her realize that tears are threatening to fall, so she remains pulled into the hug as she points out as matter-of-factly as she can manage: ] Surprise.

[ Another deep breath and she draws back, eyes open, relief evident but quickly packed away in favor of moving forward. Lydia’s always moving forward. ]

All the better to get you situated. Where’d they find you?

[risked]

[There's almost a hint of hesitation to release the hug, but she can't just stand in the hallway forever. When Lydia pulls away she recognizes that need to be put together and not out of place and that's even more comforting than just seeing her. Knowing that even this can't dissuade her from her positivity and willful attitude just makes it more real.]

Saulces-Monclin. [She says it with a hint of that French accent that comes from spending the summer there.] The World's Largest ... Boar?

[Look, she's not really sure why she ended up there, but at least she knew where she was initially.]

[immuno]

[ ~Jealous.~

Or, rather, as jealous as one can really be about being dragged away from family, friends, life—into another dimension. Although, away from friends doesn’t really seem to be the truth of it. They’re here, with the exception of … well.

She’s not going through that again. Stiles forgetting Scott was jarring enough. The less she pries into it with Allison, the saner she’ll feel in the event that something Veil-related has happened.

With her knowledge (local) of 22, Lydia 100% knows the boar Allison means. I guess she’s really into tour guides of France. ]

Woinic? It's there in our universe, too. Or it was. [ Her lips purse—good. That’s comforting. She gives a nod. ] Quel que soit, I can show you the squire rooms if you want.

[risked]

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