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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Nick Hawley (Continued)

[procurer]

[ Continued from here. ]

Nick and Abbie | Post-Valentines Date

[procurer]

[ Continued from here. ]

I do try. At least you can't claim I don't make an impression.

[ He winks at her teasingly. ]

[leftenants]

I've never claimed that.

[Now, whether or not the impression was a good one? She's pretty sure she made her feelings on that pretty damn clear early on.

The teasing banter dies away for a moment, and she gives him a more genuine smile, softer than what most people are used to seeing from her.]

This is real nice, you know that? [She pauses, just for a moment.] Sorry it took me so long to say yes.

[It was complicated. She knows that he's as aware of that as she is.]

[procurer]

[ His own teasing grin softens into something fond as he takes another bite of Thai. ]

You had your reasons. Back home, things were complicated. And Crane was there. And then we got here and... Well. It took us both a while to find our feet here, I suppose.

[leftenants]

[She raises an eyebrow, wanting to ask what Crane had to do with it-- but maybe that's a can of worms better left unopened, one of those things she's done all she can not to dwell on over the last few years.]

That, and accept that this is our reality for the foreseeable future.

[But even if they went back-- she can't say for sure that she would have said yes, but she wants to believe that she'd still be capable of giving him a chance. He'd more than earned one, at any rate.]

[procurer]

[ He casts her a curious look at that, thoughtful as he chews on a mouthful of dinner to give him a moment to think. ]

Is that what you've done? Accepted you're not going back?

[leftenants]

[She adopts a thoughtful expression of her own, lips pursed slightly as she helps herself to another forkful.]

There's no way back across the Veil. Not right now, anyway. That could change-- but until then, I have to tell myself that this is where I'm meant to be. That I'm here for a reason.

[Because otherwise, she'd feel too helpless, too bitter that she'd been taken away from the family she'd built for herself.]

I have to believe that my serving a cause here is part of a calling.

[procurer]

[ He makes a quiet scoff at that, but it's gentle rather than derisive. ]

You get a lot of those, it seems. But that doesn't explain why I'm here. I'm not exactly the calling type. Besides, you already have a partner when it comes to that department.

[ And he's pretty sure Crane would have a lot of very long words over the fact that Hawley's now here in his shoes. ]

But here's not so bad, I guess. I mean, there's probably worse alternate universes we could have ended up in.

[leftenants]

I find if I question the 'why' of it too often, I start to make myself crazy.

[Why she's here, why either of them is here-- and so she tells herself what she has to in order to keep herself going.]

It helps, that we're not the only ones. So many others have been uprooted and brought here without warning. We're lucky to remember as much as we do.

[procurer]

Yeah, there's that. I've run into one or two who don't remember much of anything.

[ He shudders at the very possibility, the chance of forgetting himself terrifying on an entirely different scope.

It's what has him shooting her a searching glance before offering a wry smile. ]

Guess our luck was good for once, in that case at least. There's some things I'd rather not forget.

[leftenants]

Same here. People seem to be divided on that point.

[She raises an eyebrow at him as she digs a little deeper into the nearest container, helping herself to more.]

Some think it's better to forget and start clean, not to have to miss anything. I think I'd go crazy, not knowing where I come from.

[procurer]

You and me both. [ He makes a face. ] I mean, I might drive myself crazy occasionally trying to figure out if there is something I'm missing, but I'm pretty sure you'd tell me if I weren't being very me anyway, right?

[leftenants]

Of course. Figure you'd do the same for me.

[At least if either one of them was missing something glaringly obvious.]

So far, though-- seems like both of us are mostly intact. Can't say I'm disappointed about that.

[procurer]

What, you wouldn't have been happier if I'd forgotten you completely?

[ He's teasing her now, the smile playing over his lips just a faint curve, one corner hooked up higher than the other as he leans his elbow on the table. ]

[leftenants]

[Come on, Hawley.]

I think you know me better than that. [She smirks in turn, offering a brief shrug.] Otherwise, I don't think you would've kept on trying as long as you did.

[procurer]

Maybe. I dunno. I can be pretty stubborn about some things. And you're still the same person that attracted me the first time around.

[ Hinting that he would have been doomed regardless of his memories. Which was probably true. he'd been drawn to her the moment he'd laid eyes on her. ]

[leftenants]

Don't think circumstances would have made a difference?

[It's an honest curiosity, and she raises an eyebrow as she considers that. She doesn't think it would change things for her, either. In fact, without her memories, things might have been less complicated-- but she's grateful to have them.]

[procurer]

Circumstances always make a difference.

[ There's something definite in the way he phrases that, taking another bite of his Thai food as he meets her gaze across the table. ]

But in the long run? Maybe not. Maybe we'd still be right back here. Who knows. Maybe we'd be having pizza instead.

Nick and Kenzi (Post-Ruckus)

[procurer]

[ Continued from here. ]

[ Nick gives her a dry look. ]

I might not have been here that long, but from the way I see it, most of the big threats that I've seen happen here lately have been people from this world trying to kill us.

[ He's pretty sure the guy who'd been responsible for the tank and the giant robot hadn't been a Shadow-worlder. ]

[morethanasidekick]

Point... [But she's also been here for more than three years and her experiences? Less Shadow-worlder, more shadowkind.] But does that mean you're on board with the whole... veilnapping-nesia thing that's going on?

[procurer]

Hell no. [ His answer is emphatic. ] Do I look Stockholmed to you? But I didn't exactly get a say in that either. It's not a black and white problem, Kenz. The solution's not gonna be black and white either.

[morethanasidekick]

In a perfect world, sure. [She's not disagreeing with him. It's more that she's not sure if it can be handled in a way that's not black and white.]

There was a lot of talk of closing and opening the veil flying around during that little shitshow and I'm not convinced our side is the right one. Mostly because our opinion was never asked.

[procurer]

I don't know if you've noticed this or not. [ He pauses to take a drink before giving her a rueful look. ] This entire group? Is made up of very opinionated people. Most of whom don't wait to be asked. I might not know Wynn all that well, but I'm pretty sure he's picked up on that himself. And he might be tight-lipped, but he doesn't strike me as the shady sort, you know? Can you say the same for the people who want the Veil closed? What's your gut tell you?

[morethanasidekick]

Oh I don't trust those racist dicks as far as I can kick them. [She could see their motivation in wanting to close the veil and it wasn't as pure as they tried to make it seem. It was racism, plain and simple but just because their motives were less than pure, didn't mean opposing them on that particular issue was right either.]

It's hard for us to have an opinion when the whole thing is being kept a secret. [And the secretive nature of something as big as this is exactly why Kenzi isn't sure she trusts their motives either.]

[procurer]

Everyone keeps secrets, Kenz. [ His tone is quiet but he looks thoughtful as he takes another sip of his drink and glances over at her. ] It's what people do. The difference usually lies in their motives - whether they're the kind of person keeping something big a secret from you to use it against you, or to try and protect you. Sometimes it falls out bad either way, but for some reason that never seems to stop us from doing it anyway.