open ♔ october socialization

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, Andres Isle, etc!
WHEN || October
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.

Also, following the promotion and squiring parties at the beginning of the month, Wynn will be taking any willing Knights back to Andres Isle to further reconstruction efforts there.   There's plenty to be done - and an election to gear up for, to find out who will rule Andres Isle!

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:
Wynn & Section Heads @ Andres/London
Felicity @ the Desk
Damon @ the Desk
Gar and/or Kat @ Andres
Cordelia & Bambi @ Andres
Mark @ Andres castle, village, graveyard
Belle @ London castle
Amara @ London castle, Round Table room
Zero/Wheatley @ the Hoard labs
Cora @ the woods / Andres / London
Buffy @ Andres / London
David @ the Castle training room / Andres
Lydia @ England, the lab
Emma F @ London castle
Alanna @ Andres
Willow @ Andres/London library
Faye @ library
Abigail @ London castle/cleric wing/training room/library
Stiles @ Andres
Myri & Elena | Closed
Rose @ London / Andres
Han @ London/Andres
Carol @ Andres castle/ construction
Kenzi @ London armory / Andres throne room
Spike @ Andres
Killian @ Andres construction / London castle
Avaleen @ Andres
Thea @ castle firing range
Frankie @ Andres
Damon @ the castle
Malina @ London bday celebration / Fire wing / Gardens / TV room
Rocket @ London TV room
Jordan @ Andres
Alainn @ Andres
Glasya & Sam  | Closed
Nathan @ Andres / London training room
Astrid @ London
Alex @ London firing range, airfield
Finnick @ Various
Sylar @ London kitchen/library
Lissa @ Andres medical / London light wing, various
Hayley @ Rebekah | Closed
Glasya & Sam | Closed
Alice @ Andres/ London

Comments

prince marcus ♔ (ota/multi-thread)

[nosdacariad]

[ meanwhile, mark's own campaigning style is much simpler. in fact, it barely looks like campaigning at all. with the exception of a single address in the days immediately after the battle where he made it clear he would not rule without the consent of the people, he doesn't make any speeches, and doesn't ask a single person to vote for him.

he does, however, seem to have made it his mission to talk to every single person who lives on andres, and can be found out and about almost all the time, aiding in efforts, playing with children, and spending considerable time in the company of his childhood best friends michael and dana. he's also spotted from time to time with his ex-betrothed lara, although they usually just seem to be walking politely side by side, reminiscing about the old days.

at some point, mark gears himself up to visit his parents' graves, and more strangely, his own, erected by dimitris to further deceive the people into believing he'd been killed so long ago.

he seems more content, more at peace with himself here, and having relieved himself of the final secret he was carrying from those close to him, no longer burdened by the weight of so much ever present inner conflict. ]

[graveflowers]

[ vi totally finds her way back to andres eventually. once all the fighting is over and all the baby squires become knights and the new squires are inducted. she can't help much, because she's a weak little flower, but mark's gardens will never again look this beautiful and she gives the forest a healthy boost that will last for months until she can come back and do it again (aid plants).

she's shaking pollen out of her hair when she comes upon mark. and his friends. ]

Hey Marky Mar-- oh, hi Michael.

[ oh yes, she remembers michael de future husband. ]

[loyaliste]

[ give him a sec ] Oh, hey. I remember you.

[graveflowers]

[ well she did kind of squeal in distress when sarandis announced his engagement to lara, that's a little memorable. she pushes her hair back from her not quite as tan as it should be face -- gdi fall -- but smiles cheerfully. ]

Your island looks so much better now that it's not being ruled by a torturous asshat. [ she holds her hand out to mark like HIGH FIVE FOR MORALE. she's going to make it happen. she will notice dana in a second probably, since she hasn't met him yet. ]

[nosdacariad]

Weird how that works. [ hi five motherfucker. which earns a couple chuckles from his friends because classy people don't high five i guess, what have you been learning out there in the world marcus ] I'm glad you made it.

[witchwoman]

[Myri has been watching Mark, seeing the way he speaks to the people of Anders. It's a bit like watching him grow into a king right before her eyes. But in the first few days of October, she finds him.]

You know... [She says, approaching him with a gentle smile just as he finishes a conversation with a local family.] I only ever knew one king. And he never dared to do so much as leave his castle, let alone strike up a conversation with a commoner at random. [Her smile grows, practically bursting with pride.]

I was... hoping to ask you something, if you have the time?

[nosdacariad]

My father always said that your subjects should be like family. [ that's all he has to say on that though. myri knows just how often he used the term interchangeably when he was hiding the truth. ] Anything.

[witchwoman]

[She just can't help but smile brightly at him when he talks about his parents and the lessons they taught him. But she has to focus on the matter at hand.]

Finnick and I were hoping to get the wedding planned. And well- I thought it might be nice to have a bit of a celebration here during all the rebuilding. Something for the knights and the people who live here to use to take their mind off all the work left to do. [She needs to just spit it out.] So what I wanted to ask... Could we use your palace? For the ceremony and the reception?

[nosdacariad]

[ he watches her for a moment in surprise, before he reaches out and takes both her hands, giving them a squeeze. ] Myri, not only can you - I insist.

[impetere]

[Cora has sandwiches. It is not as fancy as what Mark made for her, but it's still food, so she's keeping it as a theme. She manages to catch Mark when he's on his own, by some small miracle, and while part of her doesn't want to disturb him, she's been wanting to talk to him, more out of curiosity than anything else.

So she sucks it up, makes her way closer, and holds up one of the wrapped sandwiches.]

Hungry?

[nosdacariad]

Starving. [ and he'll take it happily, unwrapping it immediately ] How'd you know?

[impetere]

Sixth sense.

[There's a bit of a smirk at that, before she shrugs.]

Plus I'm pretty much always hungry, so if I'm going to eat in front of someone I might as well offer.

[nosdacariad]

You and me both, really.

[doubletake]

[Elena doesn't mind being out and about in the actual town as much as she does within the groups of knights working. Probably because they don't know her from anyone else, and it's nice to just not have to worry about side glances and judgy faces.

She shouldn't be surprised to see Mark out here, really, but watching him play with kids is just...the cutest thing she's ever seen, really.

Prince Marcus, big ol' teddy bear. Seems legit.]

Hey you.

[She calls out to him from not that far away, waving once with a flick of her wrist.

The others might be mad, but she never was. Not at him. She stands firmly on Team Mark.]

[nosdacariad]

Ok, now that wasn't fair because he was completely out of bounds. [ yes mark is arguing with some 7 year olds. and has one on his back. but he does notice elena, and slings the shrieking, giggling kid down with ease, to make his way over. ] Whoop, be right back, guys.

[doubletake]

Anyone ever tell you you'd make a great Dad?

[Just saying. I mean, really. She has cavities from how adorbs that was.]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des only goes back to Andres once before settling back into London and starting to work on figuring out the next route. He wasn't hired to rebuild a country and his talents are better used trying to pinpoint the next movement of their enemies.

But he owes Mark an apology that's been long overdue- a real one, not an awkward, hamfisted one at a party, so he makes the trip out to Andres one more time, claiming it's to visit with the rest of failboat (which is true), but it's mostly to see the once and future king.

He falls into step behind him as Mark observes his own grave and gives a low whistle.] Y'know, surprisingly, I've never been in this situation. You'd think it would've happened once or twice, but... Nope.

[he steps closer, holding up a hand.] I'm not here to verbally berate you, I swear.

[nosdacariad]

Glad to hear it. [ he awkwardly turns away from the headstone, glancing around the cemetery ] Sometimes it feels like it happened to someone else. And sometimes it feels like it was only yesterday.

[nothingsodivine]

Lying about who you really are will do that to a person. [he shoves his hands in his pockets and shifts awkwardly.] That's the thing about a con- and it was a con- if you wanna sell it, you have to believe it.

[He sticks his tongue in his cheek, struggling to find the words to explain himself.] What you did... You and Dumage both, honestly, but mostly you. I've been thinkin' about it and... God. [He huffs.] I don't like admitting I'm wrong, all right? Shocker, I know. Fact is...

[another awkward silence.] None of us have the right to judge you for what you did. Hate it, yeah. Get pissed off, sure. But not judge you.

[attollores]

[She's seen him around practically everywhere she goes. The parts of the Village she volunteered in and the children she's played with, he's there. Lending her hand in the relief efforts around the worst of the destruction and there he is.

Jogging in the mornings and she sees him with his friends, with Lara. She can't seem to get away from him. She wasn't sure she wanted to get away from him, but she isn't sure how to approach, not after their last meeting.

Strangely enough it's in the graveyard where she sees him again, coming upon him while on a jog. She sees him from a ways off and has every intention of jogging past, leaving him to his thoughts. Before she can really comprehend what her body is doing, she's weaving through the stones towards him like a magnet drawn to steel, stopping at his side and looking down at the names of his parents etched in the stone.

She wipes a sweaty brow with her arm, chest heaving as she plants her hands on her hips. She doesn't say anything, just...keeps the silence out of respect for him and his parents.]

[nosdacariad]

[ he's so lost in his own thoughts that he doesn't even notice her stop for a moment, his eyes closed, a strained look on his face. but when he opens them, he starts a bit, relaxing when he sees who it is. ] Alainn. Hi.

[attollores]

Hey [she says softly, noticing the pained look on his face.] I didn't mean to interrupt, it's just I didn't want you have to be here alone...

[which, now that she says it out loud, is probably exactly what he wanted, why he didn't have anyone with him in the first place. A+ gold star Alainn.

She grimaces, gesturing back the way she came.] I can...leave ye be though.

[delicere]

[A graveyard isn't exactly the kind of place one might expect to find Ava. She seems more at home in the company of others or at least, the assorted animals she's made a habit of bringing back to the Castle. Her presence among the rows of marble and stone is a bright splash of color against a bleak canvas, carrying an armful of handpicked wildflowers, identical to the small bouquets that can be seen laid at graves that look long since forgotten by loved ones.

She spots Mark easily enough and yet while she knows the story of Prince Marcus, she fails to make the connection between the man standing over a grave and the man who'd returned from the dead to free his home from the rule of Sarandis. (Spot 17 // Wis 7).

Without a word or even a moments hesitation, she approaches and with an open smile, Ava holds out a posey of wildflowers for him to lay at the grave before him.]

[nosdacariad]

[ he's surprised by her sudden appearance, but his smile is a warm one as he takes the flower gratefully. ] They're beautiful.

Thank you. [ there's a question in his eyes, like who are you?? where did you come from?? should i know these things??? ]

[delicere]

[Sometimes playing Ava feels like playing an actual Disney Princess and I feel like a tool saying that a smile brightens her face in response to his, like he's just managed to make her day by appreciating the flowers in her hand.]

You're very welcome. [A gentle squeeze of his wrist as she moves to gather another of those posies. Her Sense Motive sucked so /carries on oblivious.

In a move that is likely surreal and maybe even creepy for Mark, she bends down to lay one at the foot of the gravestone with his name on it.]

There's nobody buried here... [She takes the moment to arrange the flowers.] Though of course you probably know that if you're from Andres. [She straightens, taking a moment to look at the grave like she's paying her respects to a man that isn't only not dead but... standing right beside her.] But I think it would be sad if it should be the only one not to have flowers on it. They can be for those who lost their lives but have never been found.