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:

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[leftenants]

[Even if he doesn't recognize her, the response is pure Crane, stubborn and irate and with a familiar level of disdain for the world he must adapt to. It reminds her of the earliest days of their partnership, the days where he was outraged over donut taxes and the number of Starbucks situated throughout Sleepy Hollow.

But there's no denying that he doesn't know her. There's no glimmer of recognition or relief, no smile, no affectionate "leftenant." He sees her, and she means nothing to him.]

You're transcribing?

[She's sure he had mistrusted the printer to begin with. Whatever incident had followed and resulted in this was probably enough to put him off even attempting again for a week, at the very least.]

There are easier ways to do that, if you don't mind my lending a hand.

[Her Crane wouldn't have minded. He would have huffed, complained, but let her help. This Crane, who didn't know her? She was sure he would only be more stubborn, rebuff any and all offers of aid.]

[lichabod]

[ abbie's certainty of crane's reaction is heartbreaking in its demonstration that they are not what she knows. ]

Oh. I...

[ he perks up-- so used to locals chastising his habits and ill handling of technology before barking orders at him, that he is actually rather welcoming of this offer. it comes with no pressure and all the grace of a woman who must be self-possessed and--

his brow draws together again and he stands, folding his hands behind him in that position he's so fond of taking when doing investigating of his own. manners are certainly a tool for communication, but at times they may be wielded like a magnifying glass. ]

I'm certain you have more urgent matters to which you must attend, Sir. Considering you know my name and I yet sit ignorant of yours.

[ the sparkle in his eyes is as present as the stubbornness that abbie sees. he's no idea what her answer might be, but his gut pulls at him-- why is some random woman who knows him offering him help in a manner he does not often encounter? something, as the kids these days say, is fishy af. ]

[leftenants]

[It's not what she expects, and a part of her wonders if she's been gone so long that she no longer knows him as well as she once thought he had-- or perhaps it was the lack of their shared experiences that caused him to behave differently. Not knowing exactly how much he did remember, even of his life before they met, she couldn't say.

She exhales. Right. Introductions.]

Lieutenant Abbie Mills.

[Her title doesn't mean anything here, not anymore, but it still means something to her. To both of them, in a way.]