open ♔ august castle socialization

[wynn]

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

Erica @ the front desk
Derek @ the front desk
Kate @ the front desk
Francesca & Stiles @ the training room
Lydia @ Dragon's Hoard wing
Felicity @ shooting range / training room / etc
Vi @ training room / kitchen
Cora @ outside
Abigail @ library / training room / Dragon's Light wing / etc.
Sam @ library / hallways 
Taradiddle @ stabbing herself
Han @ garage / firing range / etc.
Stiles @ lacrosse!
Henry @ castle grounds / library / etc 
Lydia, Stiles, Adam  | Closed
Stiles @ shuffleboard
Lila @ library / kitchen / london / london hq
Nathan @ around the castle
Thoster @ pirate lessons

Comments

[immuno]

[ Lydia’s been put in a difficult position.

On the one hand, Stiles is her friend. On the other hand, a part of her—a big part—still dearly loves Jackson, regardless of how over they’d decided it was and how stubbornly she’d (attempted to) move on.

The difficulty comes in where they hate each other.

While a part of the impetus for dragging Jackson out there was truly for his own sake (“You love lacrosse!” must be the new bowling) and Stiles’ (it would be truly pathetic for him to be standing out there with all that equipment alone), it was also her own. Abigail had been snide at his squiring ceremony, and Lydia did not want it believed that she had bad taste in ex-boyfriends.

One might say she’s personally invested in his success on the field today, which is why she’s dragging him by the elbow out to where Stiles has set up.

And no one else has arrived.

Awk.

A few feet away, she jerks to a halt with Jackson, hissing under her breath. ]

I don’t care. You’re playing.

[ She drops her hand from his elbow, straightening up and putting on a beaming smile. ]

Good luck.

[ And then moves around him towards a nearby sitting area under a tree to get a good vantage point. ]

[isisagent]

WOO! [Archer shouts from across the courtyard, as he runs over. He's already decked out in his own equipment, and looks extremely excited.]

I, uh... [He huffs and puffs for a bit, exhausted from running halfway across the castle.] I came as soon as I heard.

[killingtodeath]

[Lydia.

Lydia, no. Lydia, why???

Stiles stands in the middle of the field, deflating slowly as he watches Lydia bring Jackson onto the field and drop him off. He opens his mouth to protest, but nothing comes out.

This is the worst.

Except the actual worst is when the next person to show up is some old guy who apparently thinks he can still play. Stiles doesn't have words for what is happening right now.]

Not exactly what I expected. [Aggressively ignoring Jackson's existence, he turns to Archer.] You any good?

[isisagent]

Well, back in my college days I was the most recruited player in America. Pretty much every school with a lacrosse team wanted a piece of Sterling Archer.

So... Yes.

[thoughtless]

Lydia. [ The complaint's more of a hiss, said just under his breath. It's also totally futile, because she's already decided the argument's over. Jackson fixes her retreating form with a thoroughly pissed off look before rolling his eyes and looking over to...

Stiles. Stiles, by himself, lugging gear around like an idiot. Check that— Stiles and an old guy. Jackson doesn't bother walking over to join them, so he's on the verge of shouting when he cuts in after Archer's remark. ]

You've got to be kidding me. What are you, fifty?

[killingtodeath]

[This is already such a trainwreck oh my god. People need to show up. Stiles furiously sends out another wave of texts before sliding his phone away and stepping up.]

Why don't you show us what you've got? [He directs to Archer.] Unless you played goalie. [That would at least involve less running... which would involve less chance of old dude heart attack on the field.]

[graveflowers]

[ vi (and sean!) are here because my characters can be friends, shut up. while sean moves to check out the equipment in his typical lazy manner, vi snorts at the commentary about archer. ]

Trust me, you want Archer on your team. And do not, under any circumstances, ask him where he hides his weapons. [ she's educating you bitches, recognize. ]

[killingtodeath]

[Vi! Hi, Vi! And the screaming red head guy. Sean. Yes, that's the one. Okay Stiles is feeling a little better now.]

That's a hell of a recommendation.

[ex_psionic439]

[Looks like y'all need one more for even teams, but Adam must have missed the part of the message about "lacrosse" because he sure as shit did not come out here to play organized sports. But he will stand on the field watching this hot mess get off the ground.

Oh, hey. Soapy Casserole. Sup.]

[graveflowers]

[ oh stiles, you're so cute. vi moves forward to pick up a stick and twirls it around like... well, like it's a sword. girl has got skills, but she lived in a roman camp, she didn't have the high school experience. so what if she's the only girl on the team. that bothers her approximately not at all.

she scoops up a ball and flings it toward the other end of the "field" and... she's actually really good? (dex 20 total) who'd've thought. ] Is this supposed to be hard?

[killingtodeath]

Damn. [He likes this girl more and more every time he sees her. Scooping up another ball, he motions for her to head down field.]

Let's see if you can catch as well as you can throw.

[isisagent]

[Archer grins and nods smugly at Vi's comment about him... but then he hears 'Is this supposed to be hard?' and can't pass it up.]

Wow, Phrasing?

[thoughtless]

[ Hot girl, good at lacrosse. Complaining slightly less while he watches Vi's arrival, but he still looks intensely unimpressed with the situation anyway.

Mostly unimpressed with Archer, actually. Congratulations, Stiles, you've got a contender. Did the old guy just make a dick joke?? ]

I'm not playing. [ With that guy is heavily implied. ]

[killingtodeath]

Great! [Oh. That was out loud.] I mean. No one's forcing you. This is just for fun. Sort of came up with it when I got here. Before you.

[graveflowers]

Jesus, are you both five? Get on the field, bitches. You can be on opposite teams and hit each other. [ is lacrosse a tackle sport? it is now. she twirls the stick like a bored majorette. ] Don't make me put you in time out, it will not be as fun as your imaginations will make it.

[ seriously, y'all standing on grass. if she has to separate them, she won't even have to move. or try. ]

[thoughtless]

[ Okay, less hot now, more bossy. Jackson shoots her a look, but the taunting is ~*~super effective~*~ considering the fact that he finally goes to pick up a lacrosse stick.

Said to Stiles: ] You're on his team.

[ Like that wasn't obvious. ]

[killingtodeath]

His who? The old guy? Because uh- Pretty he's on my team. [Wait. Did he just agree to put Archer on his team. Fuck. He turns to glance over his shoulder at Archer.]

You better be as good as you say you are.

[isisagent]

[Archer's eye twitches a bit at being the "old guy" He glares at Jackson.]

You really feel like getting your ass kicked that bad, huh kid?

[Then to Stiles.] The very best. I need to lubricate first, though. [He pulls his flask out, and takes a big swig.]

[ex_psionic439]

[Oh, I guess this was happening after all. Somehow Adam manages to tear his gaze away from the teen drama unfolding before him, and goes to grab some gear.

And since one half of Stiles team is drunk and the other half is Stiles, he will just ... go stand by Jackson lmfao. Sorry, bro. Plus Emma shouldn't have play two people on the same team.]

[imgonnadie]

[ thanks boo.

soapy casserole over here heads to adam's team because vi looks like she would slap him otherwise and his wis roll of 19 is high enough to recognize that. so vi is on team stiles and archer: team inappropriate basically. ]

Three on three. Who is going to ref this? [ he zoned out during the jersey shore so he doesn't know if that was mentioned yet. ]

[killingtodeath]

[a totally not over dramatic song cue as adam walks to the dark side

Stiles just watches for a moment before snapping his mouth shut and grinding his teeth a little.]

It's just a scrimmage. We can keep each other in check. [Also known as he can try to take a cheap shot at Jackson at some point...]

[immuno]

[ Lydia's here to announce from the sidelines with Francesca: ]

We'll keep score. Try not to let it get out of hand.

[graveflowers]

[ so two things. first of all no one should have let violet pick up a lacrosse stick. that was y'all's first mistake. this is the girl that trips walking in a straight line across a flat surface. she is a menace without any projectile weapons.

secondly, she scoops up another ball and attempts to shoot it at the goal area and while the shot it like a small cannon ball she sort of... um, misses. by a lot.

instead of hitting the goal area.

she hits sean.

in the nuts. ]

Oh fuckballs.

[ #grownup ]

[imgonnadie]

[ and down sean goes with a high pitched squeal of OH MY FUCKING GOD MY PRECIOUS MANLY BITS. ]

[killingtodeath]

Holy shit! [Stiles rushes to the side of his fallen teammate.]

You okay, man? [He offers a hand to help the poor guy up.]