party ♔ ding-dong the dick's dead

[recruited]

WHO || Everyone. Everyone come if you're not on a mission.
WHAT || A party to celebrate Dimitris Sarandis sleeping with the fishes.
WHERE || Knights HQ. The fancy ballroom.
WHEN || Mid-March 2016.
HOW || Prose or actionspam welcome.

Cordelia and Steve have gotten together to plan a rather fun party to celebrate Sarandis being taken down. Abbie even managed to grab them a rather awesome band to entertain the guests and everything else was hand picked and decided on by Cordy and Steve. It's not as fancy as a squiring after party, but it's just as fun. The ballroom has been "dressed down" a little to match the relaxed atmosphere. Enjoy yourselves!

Comments

[recruited]

He's probably out doing something for the knights. Or maybe he just took some time off?

[slay]

Oh, probably the first. There are offices all over the world. I'm sure he's working out of one of them.

[recruited]

I mean. He's King Arthur. It's kind of weird to imagine him just taking a vacation right?

[slay]

Isn't that what he did with the whole once and future thing?

[recruited]

I'm pretty sure he didn't have cars, planes and cellphones though. That's kind of the strange part.

[slay]

Yeah, he's not so much adapted to those yet on account of the "once and" part. Still kinda dark-age-y.

[recruited]

I get it. Cellphones threw me for a loop when I came out of the ice. Everyone having a television to. The only screen I had seen was the movie one.

[slay]

Out of ice? [ wat. ]

[recruited]

I'm guessing the story didn't reach you.

[ At this point he just expects people to know. They mostly do. ]

I am from the forties. Technically I'm a walking, talking military experiment that sort of succeeded. Makes me faster. Stronger. Durable. Better in every way. Ideal soldier I guess. I took a plane down into some ice for a mission. By down I do mean crash. I wound up encased in ice until they thawed me out in the future.

[slay]

[ Buffy's silent for a time, and it only takes a few seconds for it to become apparent in the drag of her eyes in some middle distance that she's doing math and carrying numbers from one column to the next, made more apparent when she flatly declares the most important realization in all of this— ] Does this mean you're, like, seventy?

[recruited]

Closer to ninety-eight actually.

[ Good try though. No one ever actually does the math. So he won't fault her really. ]

[slay]

[ yeah this is breaking her brain. ]

... Huh.

[recruited]

What needs clarification?

[ He smiles. ]

[slay]

Nothing, technically. I read you loud and clear. Loud and old and clear.

[recruited]

[ There's a soft wince from Steve as he looks at her. ]

Thanks for that.

[slay]

I mean, you look great. [ ? ? ? much ? ? ? better. ]

[recruited]

It's okay. I know. I'm pretty old. They don't actually know how I'll age. So, it's still up for debate how good I'll look int he coming years.

[slay]

Because of the ice ... ? [ don't mind her struggling with super soldier biology. she struggles with all biology. ]

[recruited]

No. The serum. The ice was just unfortunate. The guy who could have given us some answers was gunned down shortly after the procedure.

[slay]

The serum that made you super? So that wasn't the ice.

[recruited]

No. Though they think it was just a combination? Who knows though. They're sorta lacking answers on my serum. I'm a little tempted to see if anyone here has the ability to figure it out.

[slay]

I'm sure the Hoard would love the chance to poke and prod you, but I'm not so sure you'd enjoy it. That's a lot of testing to sign up for.

[recruited]

It honestly wouldn't be the first time a bunch of scientists wanted to poke at me. Sometimes if you close your eyes it's pretty easy to block them out.

[slay]

You could always just not let them do it, you know.

[recruited]

Yeah, but then I'd be lacking answers. I figure if I just deal with it now then maybe this place would be able to give me some answers. I don't really enjoy wondering if I'm gonna outlive my friends.