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.]

On this log:

Comments

[generaldavideus]

[He smiles in return, nodding his agreement, before going to get the cleaning supplies they'll need.]

Great. I'll grab some supplies and we can get started.

[twistingveil]

[She smiles warmly, appreciative.]

Perhaps this will be a good opportunity for me to test the more mundane uses of magic in this realm, as well.

[generaldavideus]

[His eyebrow goes up curiously.]

Yeah? I'm not too familiar with that kind of magic.

[It's Homo Magi magic that he knows the most and even then the power is beyond his scope.]

[twistingveil]

To be honest, I'm not sure what I can do here-- I intend to use the resources offered by the knights to test the limits of my abilities. I certainly know what magic I was capable of back home, but...

[She trails off, and her smile turns a little wry.]

Things have changed. It's been very disorienting-- I don't have contact with the Fade here. I've never been without that in my life.

[generaldavideus]

[He nods slowly, not quite understanding what the Fade is, but maybe it's something similar to the Veil.]

Is that where your magic comes from back home?

[twistingveil]

In a way. It's a realm of dreams, where spirits dwell. All mages have a direct connection to it.

[That connection is complicated in its own right, but she'll simplify it as best she can for now.]

[generaldavideus]

[His head tips to the side again, considering for a moment.]

They may have something similar here, but I don't know.

[twistingveil]

If there is, I can't feel it.

[She seems just a touch disappointed by that.]

[generaldavideus]

[He nods, because he can understand some of that at least.]

You might want to talk to some of the knights in the Dragon's Fire. They'll probably know magic better than I do.

[A beat.]

Zatanna Zatara is actually from this universe too, and I've worked with her on missions before. She's good people.

[twistingveil]

I've meant to. I know if there's anyone here who can help me learn to remaster my abilities, it would be those within the Dragon's Fire.

[It's a different sort of instruction than she's used to, having trained under a Keeper as opposed to learning within the confines of a Circle or from other tutors as human mages did-- though now, she cannot remember her Keeper's name or face, only that there must have been one, and that troubles her.]

Zatanna, you said? [A strange name, but easy enough to commit to memory.] You think I should seek her out, then?

[generaldavideus]

[He nods with a small smile.]

She's the magic user I know who is from this world. She should be a pretty reliable source.

[twistingveil]

Thank you.

[She smiles back at him, equal parts warm and grateful.]

I'll keep her name in mind. Maybe I'll pay the Dragon's Fire a visit after we've gotten all this cleaned up. Though-- I apologize. I'm not quite as good for cleaning as I once was.

[She glances briefly towards where the better part of her left arm once was before reaching for a cloth with her remaining hand, preparing to wet it in order to wipe down some of the mess she'd left.]

[generaldavideus]

[He glances over, but doesn't seem bothered by it. Being a Viking means you've seen your fair share of severed limbs.]

We've still got three hands between us. We'll get it done.

[twistingveil]

[She brightens a little bit, unaware of the fact that she'd needed the reassurance at all, but her situation is still so new that she's not quite at ease with it yet-- it's only that the overwhelming change of being in a new world has let her distract herself from more personal concerns.]

Yes, I suppose we will.

[She almost thanks him again, but she realizes she's repeated herself several times over by now, even as she cleans up the patch of counter beside the microwave itself.]

You didn't stare at me.

[She makes that observation matter-of-factly; most people, so far, have done at least a little bit of staring, either because of her loss or her ears.]

[generaldavideus]

[He gives a small shrug.]

The people I was with before I came here - we called them Vikings. They tended to be without their limbs more often than not, and they still went charging into battle without question. For them, the glory was in the battle, and the more wounds they took for their cause, the more honor they would receive when they finally died in battle.

[Vikings are weird.]

And I used to work with elves sometimes too. I guess I'm just used to it.

[twistingveil]

[She nods her understanding-- the Vikings themselves sound a little bit like Qunari to her, at least as far as their view of combat and what they consider to be honorable. That may be where the similarities end, but it's different all the same.]

The loss is-- something I'm still getting used to.

[Something she hasn't let herself think about more than she needs to, even if it being a hindrance has been more and more noticeable as she's tried to settle herself in.]

At home, people kept saying how sorry they felt for me. It got tiresome, after awhile.

[generaldavideus]

[He nods in agreement.]

It's kind of turned into that thing you say when you don't know what else to say.

[twistingveil]

[It makes sense. She's not sure what else people are supposed to say, if not that.]

To be honest, I'm not certain what else I expected. But I don't need pity.

[generaldavideus]

[He shakes his head.]

No one does. But they'll get past it eventually.

[twistingveil]

It's nice to be reminded of that sometimes. Although--

[She falters just a little, frowning to herself as she cleans up the last of the mess by the microwave itself.]

If what they say about the Veil is to be believed, then it doesn't matter, does it. I'll never see those people again, unless they happen to follow me here.

[generaldavideus]

[He nods slowly, before quietly, tentatively putting this out there.]

You know, the healing magic here is quite powerful. The clerics in the Dragon's Light may be able to reform your hand, if you liked.

[twistingveil]

[She presses her lips together, thoughtful.]

I had heard such things. I have considered it, but it's not quite so simple. The hand was lost due to ancient magic that had gone out of control, destroyed it.

[The story is much longer and more complicated, but she's sure that he can see why she might be hesitant.]

I find it hard to believe that even with the hand gone, all that power is gone without a trace. I'm concerned about what adverse effects it might have if other magic were introduced. Elvhen magic is very singular, in its way. Even the greatest scholars in my world couldn't make heads or tails of it.

[generaldavideus]

[David may not understand a whole lot about magic, but that at least seems reasonable. Which means he gets to offer a practical, but less magical solution.]

They also have what they call prosthetic limbs - they're mechanical and they can replace the use of your hand. I've heard that some of them have gotten pretty good.

[twistingveil]

A mechanical limb? Truly?

[That sounds a bit safer, and a lot less like toying with a force that she already feels she's tampered with quite enough.]

Do they help? I don't mean it to sound like I can't manage with just one, but... [She falters, just for a moment.] It feels so strange. That's all.

[generaldavideus]

[He nods and he pulls out his phone. It takes him a moment because typing on his phone his never his strong suit (computer use 7). Why do you think he calls everyone and doesn't text? He has big meat fingers. But after a second he tries again (computer use 13), and he pulls up a picture of some of the more modern prosthetics.]

If you have a lot of money, you could get a pretty decent one. And the Knights have a pretty big budget.