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

lydia martin | ota

[immuno]

[ Following the knighting ceremony, catching Lydia in a good mood becomes nigh impossible. Every comment seems sharply pointed to wear down those around her. It's not particularly conscious, but she's definitely pricklier than usual—and she's usually pretty prickly. The humor she usually carries in it just dries right up.

And when the time comes to go back to Andres following the squiring, she opts to remain back in England. There's nothing for her on Andres, not that she feels compelled to return for, at least. She can make herself more useful here, researching and learning in the lab—books cracked, poring over them. ]

[olreliable]

[Willow's come back for a few days to just step away from intense rebuilding stuff and just clear her head.

Which obviously means she needs to go hang out in the library and the lab for hours. It doesn't take her long to notice that someone else is also living the life of a dedicated researcher.]

What're you working on?

[immuno]

Oral history of Faerun.

[ The words come nonchalantly, and she doesn't look up from the texts. ]

When I tried to study in the library, people kept interrupting me. [ Lifting her gaze finally, she stares at Willow with cold, dead eyes. Like hmm. Maybe that's the reason she's here instead. 8| ]

[olreliable]

Oh. [She shrinks a little, because damn Lydia is intimidating, even when she's not rolling intimidate checks.] I just- Well, I've been over a few of those oral histories, so maybe I can help? Some of them can be kind of... hard to follow.

[immuno]

Aww.

[ The most patronizing endeared noise ever. ]

It's sweet that you think I need your help.

[olreliable]

Oh, I just-! [Well... this is already going well...] I just thought I'd offer...

[familybusiness]

[Guess who else decided to stay in London?]

Hey.

[Yep, not shocking, he's in the library. So now he's going to bother you in the library, Lydia.]

Whatcha looking up?

[immuno]

Some of the creatures that came out of that prison were ones I didn't recognize. Obviously, I've got a lot more catching up to do. [ In case they ?? encounter anything like that ever again ?? Lydia, why would you. ] What's your excuse? Presumably you don't want to admit that you just came here to bother me.

[familybusiness]

I came to the library because I'm here all the time. I came over here because looking stuff up is what I'm supposed to be good at and I thought I could help.

[He takes a look down at the book she's reading.]

If you consider that bothering you, then guilty as charged.

[immuno]

[ Her expression starts out snide, but turns into a narrowed look of consideration. She likes that he has backbone, ok. Even when she's in a snappy, bitter mood. So she turns the book towards him, pushing it over. ] If there's something more encyclopedic from the Shadow World that you're familiar with, I'd love to get your recommendations.

[familybusiness]

[He's used to Dean, okay. Seeing him in snappy, bitter moods is a pretty common occurrence. He's not even kind of offended.

They'd seen some crap over the last however long.

He takes a quick look before he seems to think briefly.]

Yeah, just a second. I've got something that might work.

[And off he goes to grab the book he has in mind (ugh...know:arcane lore 26 or research 25 take your pick), and comes back with a pretty heavy volume that he sets down and then slides over to her.]

Let me know if that's closer to what you're looking for.

[unforgivably]

[ Damon likes the empty castle. Hardly anybody's around because most knights have thrown themselves into Andres Isle goings on. One habit he can't break is checking in with Elena. Over the course of the month, he goes from texting her every day to texting her every few days. Today, in particular, he's already had his daily exchange.

After spending an hour floating in the pool, Damon does his best wet Risky Business impression with his white swim-trunks and half unbuttoned black button down. Not bothering to get dressed (what is modesty, really,) Damon pokes around parts of the castle he usually doesn't frequent.

Through a window (and with a spot of 26, because why not) Damon catches a glimpse of a girl he hasn't spoken to in a few months, a girl he'd last swam with. (Plus Adi, but Aladdin doesn't count.) Trying the handle, he lets himself in, perching himself behind Lydia, leaning down. ] Salt is sodium chloride.

[immuno]

Mm. That means it's one decomposition reaction away from being two very lethal elements that I could kill you with.

[ She doesn't look up from her work, sounding bored if anything. A beat later, that shifts, for no visibly discernible reason. But she sets her pencil down, eyes searching the wall of the library in deep thought while she puts something together, the rest of her body incredibly still.

Finally, she whips her head around to shoot him a look. ]

Or aren't vampires susceptible to that kind of thing?

[unforgivably]

Faster, Pussycat. Kill, kill.

[ But, he's not afraid? He may have missed this banter. There's a tad less (read: a lot) fondness in the banter itself but they'll get back to that. He's sure. So, he skipped town. She can't be that bothered. Nobody really has been. (Maybe she is? But she'll get over it.) He waits... with bated breath. ]

Because, that's how I want to spend Damon Salvatore's Day Off, explaining vampire weaknesses and not taking over a street parade.

[immuno]

[ Something flickers softer in her expression. Mistrust still colors it—for Stiles, not for Damon's departure. Truthfully, the departure had been well-met after what he'd done to her best friend—but she's at least giving him the time of day. In fact, that may very well be why she is, given her present bitterness. ]

… Street parade? [ Suspicious squint as she probes for deets. ]

[lurings]

[ abigail is on a mission. to find her mentor who she keeps somehow missing, no matter where she goes. the dragon's hoard wing is a logical choice as belle is a member of the dragon's hoard but she still doesn't seem to be there.

hesitating, abigail finally pauses by lydia's work station. ]

Have you seen Belle?

[immuno]

[ After lifting her gaze, Lydia sizes Abigail up for a moment, as if debating what answer she wants to other. Finally, dismissively, she looks back down to her text and offers, ]

Last I heard, she was on Andres.

[lurings]

She's not, she's been back since the squiring party.

[ her lips press together, fingers knotting together in front of her. it's obvious that she's worried about the librarian, enough that she doesn't notice lydia's dismissal. or is willingly oblivious to it. ]

[immuno]

Wow. Creepy, much? [ Her lips purse slightly. She lowers her pen. ] I don't know, okay? Maybe you should try acting like a normal person, and call her instead of stalking around.

[unhappily]

[ at some point while lydia is the library, maybe re-upping on said books, there's the sound of heels clipping through the door, and regina comes striding in, a woman on a mission or something. she takes one look at the abandoned desk and a frown cuts its way across her lips, at which point she walks past the stacks, glancing in each side room as she goes, clearly looking for something or someone and growing more and more irritated by her failure. ]

[immuno]

[ For a while, Lydia ignores it. Drama queen over there can handle her own shit. But at a certain point, her own shit begins to interfere with Lydia's peace and quiet and her library zen, so she drops her books onto the circulation desk. She turns and stares with a dead, unimpressed look at Regina. ]

What the hell are you looking for?

[ She may have had more patience with this if it weren't for Abigail's shit earlier. ]

[unhappily]

[ she stops dead in her tracks and whirls around at the voice, looking just as unimpressed with who she sees looking over and judging her tbh ] Not what. Who. I was told Mr. Gold spends a great deal of his time here.

[immuno]

Oh my god!

[ She throws one arm out at her side. ]

Why does everyone keep asking me about them?

[ Because yes, Rumbelle is a unit. One that she doesn't even know that well ok!! ]

We just got out of a war, okay, all bets are on them finding a cozy hotel with zero cell service because apparently that's the only way they can get a minute alone from you people.

[littledhampir]

[While Rose intends to head back to Andres after the Squiring ceremonies, she has a few things to deal with in London before she does, the least of which is shocking everyone by finally gracing the library with her presence. Looking every bit the fish out of water, she returns to a table near Lydia with an armful of books,the majority of which seem to be religious in nature, that get deposited with an almighty thump and a huff of air.

Rather than jump right in, she stares at the pile for a long hard moment like she resents them for even existing, finally dragging her gaze away until it falls upon Lydia. There's something close to relief as she lets out another huff, Lydia presenting her with a ready distraction for the research procrastinator.]

Don't suppose you want to do mine when you're finished there? [Joking. Maybe. Okay it's Rose so probably not that much.]

[immuno]

Well, unless you developed telepathy without telling me, I fail to see how my reading list would deepen your understanding of—well, anything.

[ All said while still looking down at her books. When she looks up, though, she's wearing a relatively pleasant expression. Which has everything to do with it being Rose, and not her getting laid earlier, actually. Surprise. Sass out of the way, she offers helpfully: ] What are you looking for?