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

[immuno]

"It's different," she notes, "than last time."

Last time, when Peter had shredded her on the lacrosse field outside formal. When she'd spent days laid up in bed only to escape into the woods without even realizing it, stark naked. Her hands curl into fists, gripping the sheet resting over her and holding it tighter to her body at the unbidden memory.

The potions help it go faster, makes it feel more fleeting. But the memory sticks. It's an odd sort of unevenness, her mind at odds with her body. Green eyes flicker to meet Allison's, questioning. "I'm okay to move around. They just want to keep an eye on me, keep me in the castle for a while."

[risked]

Allison catches the moment of tension that seems to run through her friend. She understands that hospital rooms do come that memory to the field and everything that followed. It's not a bright moment for Allison either. It reminds her of how it started the lies and even though things are fine now, it's definitely not something she thinks either of them want to think back on.

When Lydia expresses that she's fine to get out of there, Allison smiles, "Do you want to get some fresh air? We can get you something to eat that isn't Jell-O too."

[immuno]

"Sweetheart, I was shot in the stomach. Getting too ambitious with food too soon is a good way to wind up with diverticulitis, and I have no interest in that." But as she dismisses the thought, she swings her legs out of bed, slipping into cotton house shoes and getting to her feet. She pushes her hair back over her shoulders and clarifies, "But I don't see any harm in a smoothie."

[risked]

Allison wasn't thinking about a five-course meal or anything, but something that had more flavor than something artificial.

"So, I'll cross steak off the list," she teases.

Once Lydia is on her feet, she smiles at her, "I think a smoothie sounds perfect, actually."

[immuno]

"Good," Lydia concludes, turning to grab real clothes out of a drawer beside her hospital bed. She glances back at Allison and gestures to the cabinet across her tiny space. "My makeup bag's in there—would you grab it?" Meanwhile, she pulls a skirt up under her frumpy med center clothes and sets about getting changed.

[risked]

"Make-up bag..." Allison repeats to herself as she turns around and heads to the cabinet. It's easy enough to find and she returns across that short distance handing it to her friend whenever she's ready for it.

"Who was on your mission?"

[immuno]

"Carol, Archer, Sydney," She begins listing nonchalantly, taking the bag from Allison and unzipping it to get out her foundation brush. "She's the one I told you about who helped me in Wales." By now, she has no doubt regaled Allison with the horror show of her arrival into this world. She stops brushing foundation onto her jawline, closing her pocket mirror and lifting green eyes to Allison's face. "And Cora Hale."

[risked]

She hasn't run into Cora too many times, but she knows the name and trusts her. Knowing that Lydia had been with her, that someone from Beacon Hills was with, makes it seem a bit better. Even if Lydia did get shot.

"How'd that go?" Allison asks, curiously.

[immuno]

"Well," She tilts her head, a purposefully deflective nonchalance put on. "It was a nice change of pace to watch a Hale wolf out to maul someone else." As opposed to Peter, that is. Her tone of voice gives the tight impression that she doesn't care, isn't bothered anymore. But it's just that: an impression.

[risked]

Allison is never sure how to proceed with these sort of remarks. She knows that it's not as flippant a response as Lydia means. That even bringing up the mauling is putting attention to it, even if it's a bit more deflective than usual.

Pushing might not do anything at all, though. It might make Lydia upset and considering she's already been shot and is in recovery -- she's not sure she should even touch the subject.

"I haven't seen a wolf shift in a while. It makes me realize how far from Beacon Hills we are that it's not every week."

[immuno]

"I guess coming through the Veil has to have some perks." Dryly stated, but not dishonest at least. She's not sorry to say goodbye to her days of werewolf shenanigans and confused suffering, to the days of her friends hiding things from her and keeping her in the dark without offering her a hand out of it. But she is sorry for losing a lot of other things, like her family, and her home. She starts out of the medical wing, pulling her purse onto her shoulder and glancing back over it to Allison. "Aside from the platinum card."

[risked]

"Of course," she replies trying to navigate through this. "Shopping has definitely made an impact."

She stops, frowning for a brief moment, "You know if you want to ever talk about Peter and what happened -- I know we didn't get much time before I went off to France and when I came back I just dove right back into things." They had talked here, but maybe they needed to talk more.

[immuno]

"I don't."

Brutal and efficient, she coldly cuts through Allison's attempts to reach out. The last thing she wants to do is make herself weak like that again. Especially now.

[risked]

Well, that went about as well as Allison thought it would. She might approach the topic again, later, but for now she's fine with changing the subject completely.

"Alright, so which one of us is Abbi and which one is Ilana?" Not that she thinks either of them are pot-smoking people without forward momentum, but the friendship and willingness to do things for the other -- that rings true. And yes, the narration marathon'd Broad City just to make sure Allison was current with her best friend's show.

[immuno]

"I'm Abbi, obviously."

She welcomes the topic shift, turning her face towards Allison as she chatters a long-winded explanation that analyzes the girls' fashion choices. One day I'll watch more than a single episode of Broad City.

[risked]

"Oh, of course," Allison agrees. They probably continue chatting all the way to their smoothies getting made and drank. It's still going to be something Allison thinks about, though, trying to figure out a way to make Lydia know that if she does ever want to discuss any of the things that happened -- that she's going to be there for her.