open ♔ september castle socialization

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, etc!
WHEN || First half of September, any time between the September squiring ceremony and the War announcement on September 18th
HOW || Actionspam

[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of the first half of the month.    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:
Drax @ the desk
Kate Bishop @ the desk
Sam @ the desk
Henry @ the desk
Kate Bishop @  roof/dining hall/library/grounds/bathrooms/desk/Dragon's Hoard/etc
Abigail @ Movie theater / library /firing range / training room
Francesca & Val'drin | closed
Penelope & Sam @ the woods
Emma Frost @ the library
Spike @ rec room
Lydia, Stiles, Astrid, Adam | closed

Comments

[uncurse]

[ Emma gives a quick nod, pushing the kitchen door open with her back and swanning out of the room. Her hands tuck into her jacket pockets as she approaches the squire at the front desk, shoulders hunched. ]

Hey, can I get a car?

[autorevive]

[too bad the squire is ... this dumb fuck, lounging back in the chair with his hands behind his head.] I dunno, can you?

[uncurse]

Seriously?

[ She comes to lean against the counter of the front desk, rolling her eyes. ]

What—"May I," then?

[ Done with this pedantry, she holds out a hand, palm-up, expectant. ]

Just give me the keys.

[autorevive]

[he shoves the sign out sheet binder across the desk to her with one hand.] Don't forget the paperwork, love.

[uncurse]

[ With a disdainful look for that bit of Britishness, she grabs the binder and a pen, looking altogether dissatisfied as she starts filling the form out. ]

I liked the last one better. [ Whoever happened to be at the desk when she last stopped by. ] When'd you get here?

[autorevive]

Fifty years ago. What kind of car do you want, [he peers down at the paper] Emma Swan? If that's your real name.

[uncurse]

"If"? What the hell is that supposed to mean?

[ She slides the binder back down to him, blinking it off like wow that just happened. ]

I don't know. Two-seater.

[autorevive]

I dunno, it sounds made-up. [he grabs some keys off the rack and passes them to her.] Get me a kebab while you're out, yeah?

[uncurse]

Don't count on it.

[ She grabs the keys all the same, side-eyeing him. ]

Thanks.

[ Which is really more like 'th...anks ????' but she's just going to sidle off towards the garage now. ]

[unhand]

[Hook's arrived at the garage by the time she makes it down, and he's admiring some of the shiny sports cars.] I've got to learn how to drive these things.

[He looks up and walks over to her.] Did you get us a fast one, love?

[uncurse]

Saw that coming a mile away.

[ Of course Hook is a car guy. Of course he is. She gestures to a red car once she hits the unlock button, noticing the lights flash. ]

It'll get us there.

[ Given that she drove the same 30-year-old car for ten years, she's not overly concerned with appearances. ]

[unhand]

[Honestly, Hook isn't hard to impress when it comes to cars. He'd think the 30-year-old car was pretty exciting too. But this one? This one's... well, red. It looks fast and exciting. He nods approvingly and heads over to it.]

I should hope so. She's a lovely vehicle.

[uncurse]

Why "she"?

[ Filed under things that will never make sense to Emma. She climbs into the driver's seat and gets it started. ]

Watch the interior.

[ In other words, don't fucking stab the leather. ]

[unhand]

[He rolls his eyes and holds his hook exaggeratedly close to his chest.]

Can't say how it is with cars, but your ship's your mistress half the time. You treat her well, and she takes care of you, bringing you home safe. Any sailor worth his salt's half in love with his ship.

[Now why Killian named his ship "Roger" if she's his mistress is anyone's guess.]

[uncurse]

Which might also explain why most sailors worth their salt are single.

[ Seatbelts, and then she's pulling out of the garage (drive 15). ]

[unhand]

You asked. [He shoots her an amused look.] The long voyages may also account for that.

[uncurse]

[ Maybe. Her eyebrows arch in silent acknowledgment of the point, her attention drifting to driving. She lets the car grow quiet, only slightly awkward. ]

[unhand]

[Hook probably doesn't help the awkward with how much he's staring at her. But she was gone, then she was a statue, and now she's back. A part of him's waiting for the next disaster.]

Anyone fill you in on what you've missed yet?

[uncurse]

Lila gave me the cliff notes; I looked the rest up on national news. Russia got a new president, Luthir died, and half of New York tried to commit mass-suicide.

[ She sounds nonchalant, but none of those things are nonchalant. More importantly, though—] Did Lila tell you she has magic?

[unhand]

Her dream thing? That's hardly new.

[uncurse]

No. Not that. Actual magic.

[ Emma looks inexplicably uncomfortable with the notion. ]

Like Faye and I. Moving things, making more than one of herself. That kind of thing.

[unhand]

[Hook wasn't entirely aware there was a difference, but to be fair, he's not entirely aware that there's a difference between toasters and magic. He goes quiet, though, since the difference seems important to Emma, still scrutinizing her (sense motive 19). When he speaks up his voice is soft, sympathetic.]

Like what you were doing in Germany?

[uncurse]

Yeah.

[ The answer comes before she realizes what he’s playing at. Her gaze flickers over to him, and she rolls her eyes slightly, a nonverbal don’t coming across well before she offers him any real scorn. ]

And what cursed Amara. And what brought us here. You're the magic expert: you tell me when it's ever done you any good.

[unhand]

I'm hardly an expert.

[Or... at all. He doesn't use it. He's just a pirate who lives in a world surrounded in it.]

It protected you from Cora when you didn't even know you had it.

[uncurse]

Yeah. Protected me from Cora's magic.

[ a.k.a the problem it started ok. ]