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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[uncareful]

Jill-of-all-trades, the novice level. [ She shrugs. ] I figure, why not come down, pick up some new tricks.

[lichslap]

No interest in the 'mission,' then?

[He quirks one eyebrow upwards in question.]

[uncareful]

[ There's just the slightest shrug. ]

I live in this world. Hate to see it go to shit.

[lichslap]

Very pragmatic of you. A touch cynical, maybe.

[But he can appreciate that-- cynicism is a tough habit to kick.]

[uncareful]

Cynical is just another word that covers having a healthy self-preservation instinct. Look out for number one, cause you can't fucking count on someone else to do it.

[lichslap]

Well that's grim-- true, of course, absolutely true, but grim all the same.

[He's right there with you, Maggie-May, he just tends to be more flippant about it.]

[uncareful]

[ She merely shrugs. ]

I think that's the first time anyone's called me grim. Then again, most people aren't listening to what comes out of my mouth.

[lichslap]

Seems an awful shame-- though in general, I find most people don't do enough listening.

[uncareful]

I seem to recall some Mark Twain quote on that subject. Something about one mouth and two goddamn ears.

[lichslap]

Don't think I'm familiar with that one, but it sounds about right.

[Look, in five years, he's had to take sort of a Readers' Digest approach to catching up with this world's pop culture. Some older literature might have fallen by the wayside.]

[uncareful]

There's also a good one about.. hm. [ She takes a moment to think on it, to get it right. ] It's better to be silent and thought a fool than to speak and prove them right.

[lichslap]

Not sure I like that one so much.

[Mostly because he enjoys the sound of his own voice, or at least he seems to.]

I mean, good in theory, but it could be countered with-- what is it, nothing ventured, nothing gained?

[uncareful]

There's plenty of conflicting axioms. You just have to figure out what works for you. And be willing to point out what doesn't work for others. Loudly.

[lichslap]

[He laughs, shifting his weight in his seat.]

Something tells me you've never had any trouble speaking your mind in that respect.

[uncareful]

Fuck, no. More like getting me to shut up is the hard part.

[lichslap]

Something we have in common.

[He smirks, pushing off against the arm of his chair to get back to his feet.]

[uncareful]

Among other things.

[ She watches him, curious. ]

Leaving me already?

[lichslap]

Are you protesting?

[He shrugs easily, his tone as flippant as ever.]

You'll see more of me before long, I'm certain.

[uncareful]

Yes. Never leave me.

[ Sarcasm. Lots and lots of sarcasm. ]

Hopefully, a lot more.

[lichslap]

[Don't toy with him, Maggie-May, he has a gentle heart.]

Maybe we'll even get assigned somewhere together.

[uncareful]

If they're smart. I mean, it only makes sense.

[ Maybe she's just half-teasing. It wouldn't be bad, being around another half-elf. ]

[lichslap]

Suppose we'll see.

[He smirks before offering a mock salute en route to the door.]

See you around, sweetheart.