open ♔ november/december socialization

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, Andres Isle, etc!
WHEN || November & December [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam

[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of November and December.

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
Cheryl @ Reception desk
Sam @ Various
Elena @ Andres/London
Drax @ Dragon's Hide Wing
Des @ Pub / Castle
Paige @ Caste Grounds
Grimrot @ the Library
Vi @ Andres
Matt @ Andres/London
Alisha @ bars in London
Cora @ Library/ Castle Grounds
Will @ Castle pond / Hoard wing/ Firing range / Castle grounds
Malina @ Dragon's Fire wing/ kitchen/ bar / castle grounds
Alainn @ Dragon's Fire library / kitchen / Andres
Jordan @ Andres/ London
Sylar @ Kitchen
Logan @ Castle Bars / London
Faith L @ London / kitchen / training room / castle grounds
Dean @ Rose's room / bars / armory / training room/ firing range / kitchen
Rose @ Andres / armory / training room / bedroom
Des & Buffy | Closed
Thea @ Training Room / Castle grounds / kitchen / TV rooms / bars
Sam & Buffy | Closed
Alex @ Firing Range / Airfield / Room / Garage
Failboat @ Breakfast
Alice @ Andres/ London
Sweets @ Dragon's Light Wing
Lydia @ Medical / Training room / etc

Comments

[impetere]

[She nods in agreement.]

It'd be a lot of legwork, but I don't really mind legwork.

[It'd be an excuse to get out of the castle, if nothing else, and she tends to need those, more often than not.]

[immuno]

I'll work up a list of bookstores to hit in the London metropolitan area. [ She pulls a notebook out of her purse, small, with a pen stuck through the ring spiral. ] Have you heard from Belle lately? [ Turning, she glances over her shoulder at the circulation desk that Sir Desrosiers generally occupied, before Andres. ]

[impetere]

Yeah.

[Not a lie. And by some miracle, the next bit, that actually is a lie, is practically flawless. Apparently she can lie when it really counts (bluff nat 20).]

She's working on another project.

[She's not really one to go around and blab about people's personal lives, especially when she doesn't know who else might be listening.]

[immuno]

Well, she needs to hurry up about it. I feel like everyone's been looking all over for her.

[ But she accepts the lie without second thought, pushing herself to her feet. ]

I'll make some calls. Want to meet me in the garage with a car?

[impetere]

[She nods.]

Yeah. See you there.

[And with that she will head to the garage and pick the keys for a car, and meet Lydia at the door. She would bring the car around to pick her up, but she ... doesn't drive.]

[immuno]

[ Bless her heart. Lydia shows up a few minutes later, a torn page from her notebook in hand with a list of bookstore addresses on it. She stares twice at Cora beside the car, then holds her free hand out. ]

I hope you know your way around London. [ She holds the list out to trade like homie if I'm driving, you're navigating. ]

[impetere]

I can manage.

[And she'll actually manage pretty well. She takes the list, grabs the map and settles into the passenger's seat to give directions (navigate 17).]

[immuno]

[ Lydia's drive check is actually a 21, so she's all over this, hauling them downtown to a convenient parking space tucked within walking distance of a few of the shops. ]

These aren't the kind of used stores with cataloguing systems. Sifting through the stock by hand could take ... [ Her cheeks puff out and she exhales, slightly daunted as she steps out of the car to look up at one. ]

[impetere]

Do you think it would be worth it to ask the person running it? See if they have any special collections or something?

[She doesn't know if special bookstores have that sort of thing, but it might be worth it to take a shot.]

[immuno]

Well, it can't hurt to try, but I wouldn't get my hopes up, if I were you. If they have more than what's on the floor, it's likely a part of their private collection. Private being the key word.

[impetere]

[Cora nods once, before glancing over with the eyebrow raise.]

Aren't you in the Dragon's Tongue?

[aka isn't persuasion your thing?]

[immuno]

Well, I'm not a telepath. [ Gosh, Cora. ] I suggest you hope for a middle-aged shop owner presently dissatisfied with his marriage. [ And into the first store they go. ]

[impetere]

[Cora's mouth draws into a wry almost smirk as she follows her in, glancing around as she goes. Right off the bat there's nothing particularly interesting but she'll just let Lydia do the talking.]

[immuno]

[ The good news is that the shop owner is a 42-year-old man with greying hair and a ring finger lacking in even the hint of a tan line. Thx d100. While Cora noses around for the books that are already out, Lydia approaches him, and before long, she's invited herself behind the counter, leaning on it and chatting with a winning smile about Dostoevsky (charm 31). But as she reaches out to touch his hand on the counter, he pulls it back, straightening and scowling. Dat nat 20 will save tho. ]

[impetere]

[Alas alack. But while Lydia is doing that, Cora is going to start browsing the stacks, trying to see what happens to catch her eye and falls in line with what she's looking for. She's going slowly and carefully, but she also may not be sure what she's looking for (search 12, spot 18).]

[immuno]

[ Cora turns up similarly empty just as Lydia disengages from the shopkeeper and approaches in a huff. ]

He's not helping us find anything. Come on; let's go.

[impetere]

[Cora nods and turns to follow her, glancing down at the next name on the list.]

Maybe we'll have better luck with the next one.

[Time to get the map and figure out where to go next.]

[immuno]

It's going to take days to get through all of these.

[ But all the same, she climbs into the driver's seat with a nat 20 drive check. ]

[impetere]

[Yeah, this time Cora isn't all that great with the navigating. She's not as familiar with this part of London (navigate 7). Once she's pretty sure they're somewhat lost, she's reaching for her phone for the GPS (computer use 13).]

I think we missed a left somewhere.

[immuno]

You told me to keep heading East!

[ And so begins the bickering, which definitely makes the whole thing take a whole lot longer than it ever should have. Regardless, they're competing with Helen and the whole of the Hoard's research skills: there's little to find, even out in the tiny bookshops that do allow them a look into their private collections. ]