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

[impetere]

[Cora is making one of her regularly schedules trips into the castle to take a shower and grab something to eat when she spots Stiles with his shuffleboard set up. She was set to walk past it and ignore it for the most part but she was drawn back by the fact that it was shuffleboard and who under the age of 60 actually plays shuffleboard?]

What are you doing?

[killingtodeath]

Juggling. [smart ass.]

[impetere]

[And there's a look that says "Really?" before she makes her way closer and stares at the board.]

You actually play shuffleboard?

[killingtodeath]

Wow, you sound so surprised. I'm what you might call an "all american athlete." Lacrosse. Shuffleboard. I don't like to limit myself. [That bullshit is not even a very good lie (bluff 14)]

[impetere]

[Unfortunately for you, Stiles, Cora doesn't have to know you're lying to not believe that, but she knows anyway (sense motive 18). It's that skeptical look that she gets from her big brother written all over her face before shaking her head.]

Right. I'm sure your shelves back home are lined with first place trophies.

[killingtodeath]

[He scowls a little]

Participation trophies totally count!

[impetere]

[She holds up her hands a bit in an "okay, okay" sort of gesture, before turning back to the board in front of him.]

So how do you play?

[killingtodeath]

You slide this. [He points to the puck] With this. [He gestures with the stick] Down there. [He points to the board marked out.]

Basically the different numbers are points. We go back and forth and you can try to knock the other person's puck off the board. At the end of the round it's just whoever has the most points. I think.

[impetere]

[She nods a bit as she studies it.]

So it's more about keeping your pucks on the board and hoping the other person doesn't knock yours off?

[Not as violent as lacrosse, but could be fun?]

[killingtodeath]

Pretty much, yep. You want to give it a try?

[impetere]

[She considers for a moment, before giving a shrug as she takes one of the sticks.]

Sure.

[And she tries to navigate one of the pucks where she wants it to go, but that doesn't really work so well and the puck winds up bouncing off the wall and not even landing on the board (dexterity 3). Look, Stiles, finally someone who's as terrible at this is you!]

[killingtodeath]

[Awh yay! Maybe that's why he smiles at the attempt.]

It takes a bit to get the hang of it. Here let me show you.

[except he only got a 5. I don't know why I try anymore.]

Pretend that didn't happen.

[impetere]

[There's a small hint of a smirk.]

If you get a Mulligan, I get one too.

[killingtodeath]

Fair enough. [He says with a laugh.]

You know this was such a random idea but... man it sure is a conversation piece. Maybe Wynn should keep it here.

[impetere]

[She gives a bit of a shrug.]

Do you think he's really going to care?

[He's got a lot of floors. He can't keep track of them all.]

[killingtodeath]

I have no idea. Next time he calls me in to have a personal chat, I'll ask him.

[Such a smart ass.]

You hungry? I've worked up an appetite, I think. [Athleticism]

[impetere]

[Yep. Athleticism. Thankfully for Stiles, teenage werewolves are just as bad as teenage boys when it comes to food, so she'll just not in agreement instead of telling him how unathletic it actually is.]

Sure, I could eat.

[killingtodeath]

Awesome. [And off they go for a kitchen raid! Once there, Stiles starts poking his head in the fridge.]

Anything sound good?

[impetere]

So long as it doesn't have eyeballs. Or is raw.

[She is a girl of simple tastes. She moves forward into the kitchen, pushing herself up on a sitting position on the counter so she can see inside without crowding him too much.]

[killingtodeath]

Well, that takes all of my suggestions of the menu. [He says with an overly exasperated sigh.]

Alright, so! Grilled cheese? [He's already pulling out the cheese and butter. Because that has no eyes and is not raw so he can't imagine her saying no.]

[impetere]

[She meant no actual eyes. Like on fish, sometimes. Or raw like sushi. She's no vegetarian, but grilled cheese works for her.]

That works. Are there any tomatoes?

[killingtodeath]

Uh... [He goes back and hunts for them and come back victorious. Annnd he tosses her one. But his Dex was a nat 20 so it was a perfect toss.]

[impetere]

[Which she catches easily (dexterity 18). Apparently rolling well for throwing food is way more important than rolling well when playing shuffleboard. She grabs a knife out of the drawer and a plate to cut it on, before glancing back to him.]

You want some?

[killingtodeath]

Nah. I prefer my greasy food to remain as greasy as possible. Butter and cheese for me, thanks.

[He gives her another quick smile as he grabs a pan and starts buttering some bread, awh yeah.]

[impetere]

[She laughs a bit at that, before nodding, slicing up just enough for her and passing the plate back over to him.]

I like mine with a bit of kick.