open ♔ socialization log

[wynn]

 

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.  THIS IS MOSTLY AN OVERFLOW POST for the last social log whoops
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, Andres, etc!
WHEN || Any time in May/June
HOW || Actionspam

[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of these few months. Because not everyone is into parties, ok. Characters who are not currently squired in may also post, as their characters are living in the castle awaiting their ceremonies.  This takes place after the Knights have returned from Dimitris' wedding. 

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.]

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rory williams | post-london hostage crisis | ota | will match format

[mr_manners]

Even with the expectation of "castle" sitting in front of him, there's still nothing that actually prepares Rory for the sight of the knight's headquarters, as expansive as it is. It's almost as though someone has taken a portion of a TARDIS and actually laid it out in the real world for everyone to see.

That being said, after meeting with Wynn and deciding to give the whole squire thing a go, his first order of business, beyond returning to his flat and gathering the few possessions he cares enough about to keep, is exploring and making sure he knows where everything is - and possibly pokes his nose into a few things, just to see what's there. While the castle itself is too big to traverse in a single day, he prioritizes certain areas he will probably have to know well - namely, the kitchen, his room in the squire wing and the Dragon's Light wing, as well as making sure he can find his way back and forth from each.

Once that's settled he'll also make note of both libraries, for all his researching and reading up needs, the computer lab for similar reasons, and the gym, but it's likely that in the end he will wind up in the TV room at the end of the day if it is empty, mostly trying to relax.

Oh, and somewhere along the way he's going to run into his wife. That should be fun.

computer lab!

[picksthenames]

Aside from hanging with Barry whenever possible, the computer lab is probably where Cisco spends most of his time, doing his own research on the world he's ended up in. Occasionally other knights or squires or whatever pop in, and Cisco gives them a friendly nod, one earbud in playing some kind of thumping bass, a sole twizzler hanging from his mouth.

Today is no exception.

[mr_manners]

Rory nods in agreement as he makes his way into the computer lab, scanning the room for a moment and then glancing back to Cisco. The curse of being a new guy is that you don't really know how things work.

"There isn't a password or anything is there? Do you need to sign up or something?"

[keptbiting]

As far as reunions go, it's not as dramatic as Amy would have wished. She'd like a marching band, maybe a parade with floats and streamers and about ten thousand balloons. Instead, she walks out of the bathroom as Rory is walking out of his bedroom, a garbled noise of surprise escaping her as her mouth just falls open.

"Rory!" That was louder than she had intended. That was really loud. She'd just very loudly shouted his name directly at him as if he were unaware that he is, in fact, Rory Arthur Williams.

Something had been off since Amy stumbled angrily through the veil and it hadn't quite gone away when the Doctor arrived, leaving her feeling out of sorts and lost in her own life, like something was missing. All at once whatever was missing slots into place at the sight of her best friend, warmth blossoming in her chest, making her feel whole again.

[mr_manners]

Honestly, a marching band would have been Amy's style. Rory, personally, would have just liked a little warning that his wife is hanging around, because he would have found her a lot faster. In the end, though, none of that matters. What matters is that Amy is here. Maybe he should pick up on the subtle differences, but it's been months since he's seen his wife, and he can't help the smile that crosses his face.

"Amy."

And right after that, he's going right to her, pulling her into his arms with a happy sigh. "I thought I was the only one here."

[ambitionist]

[alex spends his fair share of time in the dragon's light wing, mostly after things like vicodin and valium. since he'd received one too many stern faces and possibly talkings-tos from solace after helping himself, he now tries to be good and wait for actual dragon's light members to be around and dispense them to him.

but instead of dragon's light members to bother, there's just ... this guy. he gives him a once-over, sizing him up. eh, not bad. maybe a bit of a fixer-upper. hopefully not as much of a fixer-upper as topher turned out to be, bless his spastic heart.]

You're new. [not a question, just a statement, as if he expects an introduction to follow this observation.]

[mr_manners]

[Rory turns at the sound of the other man's voice, before nodding his agreement because yes. He is new. And Alex's expectations will be met in response, because Rory is a polite human being and knows that most people probably don't want a stranger wandering around.]

Yeah. Rory Williams - I was just recruited.

gym! | post Philippines

[newgenwraith]

Poe was working on recovering still, but that didn't mean he had to give up his routines, right? That routine would include him in the gym at the weight machine lifting weights. He probably should have a spotter, but that's what the little orange and white droid was for. Totally.

He's just finished a set as the gym door opens, and sits up to rake his fingers through his sweaty hair. "Hey, could you be a pal and toss me a towel?" Since, you know, Rory is right there by the towels and why get up?

[mr_manners]

Rory glances to the side as he turns to find the towels, before nodding and snatching one up. "No problem," he says quickly, before tossing it over to him (dexterity 17). "Do people work out down here often, do you know?"

isaac lahey | closed to malia, lydia

[cramped]

[ Set some vague and indeterminate amount of time after they all take Beacon Hills 102 with Professor McCall.

Isaac is roaming freely around the Castle because he currently has nowhere else to be and, truth be told, in spite of all the work he's putting in with Kate, he's still been feeling a little lazy. The exercise helps to take away some of that lingering restlessness. So he's spent the morning walking briskly, interspersed with some light jogging and sets of push-ups. In fact, he's just finished dropping and giving (one hundred and) fifty when he spots a now-familiar face coming his way. ]

Hey. It's Malia, right?

▼▼▼

[ Also set at some vague and indeterminate time period because I am the literal worst but feel free to be more specific.

It's been sprinkling off and on all day, driving him indoors when he would ordinarily be outside exercising (not that he's afraid of a little rain but he can only stand the feeling of being damp for so long). ]

Lydia. Hey.

[ Isaac's greeting is rather nonchalant but not uncongenial. Whatever grudge he used to carry against her has been gone for years now. They may be 'allies' more than actual 'friends' but he's still happy that she's here with the rest of them. It makes the whole concept of crossing the Veil a bit easier to swallow. ]

[immuno]

[ While Isaac has opted for allies over enemies, toning down his desire to kill her under Derek's orders, Lydia had only just recently come to understand what was really going on then when she got pulled here. When he stops in front of her, she skids to the kind of halt that conveys that she wanted to carry on right past him. ]

Do you need something?

[ Because while she wouldn't start an argument, that was mostly for Scott's sake. They had some distance to go before she embraced Isaac as part of the pack for his own merits and gave him more than the time of day. ]

[cramped]

[ There's a short pause as the unexpected curtness of her reply leaves his brain scrambling for something else intelligible to say. ]

... No. [ He finally answers, for lack of anything better -- sounding quite a bit more meek than his normal brash and overconfident self. ] I guess not. Sorry. [ He averts his gaze out of habit, wordlessly signaling his desire to avoid any conflict. ]

[animalistic]

[Malia eyes him. She had heard something. Okay, she had smelled something. Sweat. Exertion. Then she heard him and she didn't know why it was here in the hall and not in one of the gyms. She takes a deep breath inward and continues walking until he talks to her. That makes her halt in her steps.]

Yes. [She makes it sound like a question, but then she repeats it and shakes off her apprehension.] Yes. It's Malia. You're Isaac. We didn't really hang out a lot before you went to France. So... you're not missing anything.

[cramped]

[ Isaac's never been a big fan of the gym. He prefers the freedom to move where he pleases, not just stuck in the same spot. ]

Honestly, I'm just glad that you remember who I am.

[ It's been... Difficult, adjusting to that side of things. ]

[risked]

[Allison leaves the big meeting and goes for a walk. She thought that she'd be able to handle the pile of information easily, but there were certain things that stood out to her. Things that she frowns about, because she isn't sure how she's supposed to react to them. Scott dying. Isaac going to France with her. Her dad actually came back with her. It... it wasn't what she thought. She stayed here and she thought her dad had abandoned her.

Then there's the thought that she doesn't come back from France. That she just stays there with Isaac while her dad returns again to Beacon Hills. She frowns as she walks. Wringing her hands together. She wants to talk to Scott, but she needs to talk to Isaac. To try and apologize or explain or try and make some sort of sense out of it all. She tracks him down in a hallway and reaches to touch his elbow to try and get his attention.]

Hey, you got a minute?

Finn | Mid-May | The British Museum | Open, Single Thread

[militarized]

[It's a relatively normal day at The British Museum. Not too busy, but not too empty either, and there's apparently an amazing ancient Egyptian display that's drawing locals and tourists alike.

Things go a little awry, however, when seemingly out of nowhere, a man drops in from the ceiling and onto one of the glass cases in the middle of the room. Miraculously, the glass only cracks at the weight, but the individual that's been deposited there is seemingly not so lucky.

First, he's unconscious. Second, he doesn't seem to be from around here, given his clothing and his equipment. Third, he's accompanied by the faint scent of burnt flesh.

He seems to be breathing at least, but someone should probably help him.]

[spinerip]

[It is unclear who, precisely, thought it was a good idea to send Drax to a museum. But here he is, staring at precisely the exhibit Finn has dropped onto, frowning intensely and the unconscious human on the glass case.]

...is the falling man a metaphor for something?

cora & derek | post-tw pow-wow | closed

[impetere]

[She knows that this was a lot. In a lot of ways, it's more information than they ever really needed to know. Cora's been gone from Beacon Hills for a long time, and Derek doesn't know enough to give any of this context. But it was his choice to stay, so the best she can do is try and fill in the blanks that Scott can't, because he doesn't know their family.]

Derek!

[Her dog is close on her heels as she goes and finds him outside, sliding her hands into her pockets.]

You okay?

[grumpypuppy]

[he stopped at Cora's voice, his body tense like a spring ready to explode. His eyes were closed, focusing on his breathing. Anger was quick to him, and he knew he needed to keep it leashed or he would shift.]

No.

[there was no use lying, so he just waited for her to catch up.]

I shouldn't have stayed.

cora & malia | post-tw pow-wow | closed

[impetere]

[So of all the information shared at the impromptu Beacon Hills meeting, the part that came most relevant to her is the fact that Malia isn't just her squire. She's actually family. True, she's family that Cora doesn't actually remember and never actually ... knew, but Cora has always been one to take family where she can get it.

And honestly, there's still a part of her that wants to really connect with her somehow, and maybe this will be the way to do it.

She finds Malia out in the woods looking for Liam, and she doesn't have the dog with her this time, but that's mostly because she doesn't want the distraction. They need a chance to talk, and she's hoping that it's something they'll be able to multitask.]

Hey.

[animalistic]

[She's gotten good at finding scents that aren't Liam. It's part of her frustration with this, but it also feeds her determination. She doesn't look back at Cora, but she knows that she's there. She's trying to find Liam's scent. She had one of his shirts. It wasn't helping. The longer he's out there, the less she's going to find.]

Hey. [She sighs and turns to face her.] So, that was a lot of information for you, I guess.

dipper and mabel pines | closed-ish

[lowvi]

[They've each got their own rooms here, but Dipper and Mabel will always basically share each others' spaces. Which is why after dumping his clothes in the drawers where for the first and probably last time, Dipper heads straight over to Mabel's room and sprawls on her bed.]

Kind of a step up from our last digs, huh? I think even Pacifica would be jealous.

[mabeljuice]

[Mabel throws a pillow at his head.] I know right? Ritzy mansions can't trump an actual castle.

[she moves over to the window and throws open the curtains.] And look at that view. Yowza!

Abbie & Crane

[leftenants]

[She'd missed the squiring, missed the afterparty-- if Nick hadn't been the one to tell her that he was here, she might not have believed it. She'd been here so long without him, a single Witness missing her other half, that as time went on, her belief that he would follow her without question, even between worlds, had begun to waver-- even if she wasn't willing to admit that it had, to herself or anyone else.

All along, she'd been telling herself that she was here for a reason. It was the only thing she could do to keep herself from going off the rails, convincing herself that this was a part of her calling. When she believed in it, it seemed only natural that Crane would follow, the way their destinies were supposed to be intertwined. The more time passed, the more she felt like maybe, just maybe, the two of them had used up all their chances.

Once more, however, they had beaten impossible odds. Every muscle had been wound tight on her way there, on edge as she waited to see that he was here with her own two eyes, but when she reaches the computer lab to find him scowling at one of the monitors and covered in toner, she relaxes. For the first time in ages, she almost feels like things are the way they're supposed to be, if only for a moment. Even if they weren't.

Nick had warned her, but she stubbornly refused to believe it until she saw for herself, like so many other things.]

Having computer trouble, Crane?

[lichabod]

No.

[ crane says it too quickly, too emphatically, to support it as truth.

his back straightens, lifting his face from the task before him. abbie wouldn't have to be the investigative workhorse she is to see what the pieces of this scene add up to:

the printer: paper drawer and toner carriage set aside. crane's hands and the front of his linen shirt blackened with powder that has left a single hand print on the desktop at his side. the keyboard, sporting the same dots of black -- and if she looks closer, the pink of his fingertips peeking through where toner has rubbed away.

on the computer is a map of the neighborhoods surrounding them, and under his hand which still holds a pencil, is a sketchy half-finished copy of said map. his lips draw upward, and nostrils flare as he looks up at her with what must be a very clear and loud signal of his irritation borne of ignorance and stubbornness. the blank look of a man meeting someone he woefully does not know for the very first time. he is, yet again, a man in foreign waters who looks like he's ready to threaten an island into view.

he doesn't comment on her apparent knowledge of his name, despite the bristling. ]

It's not my fault the art of craftsmanship is lost on this era.