open ♔ fall/winter socialization log

[wynn]

  

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.  Sorry that it's covering like half a year.  Forgive me.  Let us never speak of it again.    
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, Andres, etc!
WHEN || Any time in Fall/Winter 2016
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 rescuing Gar in New York City, but before the planned Keijen Blade concert at the beginning of 2017.

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:

Section Heads
Failboat Return from NYC | multiple threads
Lance Sweets | Light wing appointments/training area/kitchen/movie rooms
Felicity Braddock | The bar/London/training room/shooting range/library
Kevin Beckman | Front desk
Sark & Sydney | closed
Wynn | everywhere
Jack & Buffy | closed
Hasmed & Solas | closed
Lis'sa (& Gar) | Hoard lab/library
Koraith | common rooms
Christos & Sylar & Katniss | closed
Mark/Alainn/Dana/Michael/Gar | garden
Logan & Scott | TV room
Belle & Gold | closed
Constantine & Zatanna | front lobby
Dante Wilder | Old man bar/training room
Darth Vane | Dungeon
Helen Magnus | Hoard lab/library/bedroom
Jade | Kitchen/training room
Myri | Light wing/training rooms
Lois Lane | London
Alainn O'Rourke | castle

Comments

[uncurse]

[ There's something abjectly painful about the people she, as she considers it, used to know.

Brushing against the corner's of David's mind is like catching a cut nailbed while filing papers. It's sharp, sudden, and the burn lingers, making her want to rub at the injury to soften the sting. But it won't abate, and with a whimsical sense of nostalgia, perhaps some sense of masochism, she lingers too, letting the things that are all distinctly David come onto her.

It's only the surface, but the impression is strong. Like a scent that lingers in a space and reminds you of the memories there, when the only scent she's been familiar with lately is brine. Only when it takes a racy turn does she close the partition with a sudden, mental slam that hurts her with the loneliness that swells in the remaining space. There are some things you don't need to know about your coworkers. ]

[generaldavideus]

[It's probably for the best. Not that he actually does these things, but he's a dude, contrary to how he behaves everywhere else in his life. But today happens to be one of the days where he swings his morning jog close to the lake, just to make sure she's still there and ... well, relatively okay.

He can't imagine how anyone can be okay in this kind of isolation.

His footsteps come close then come to a stop, taking a moment to check his heart rate and catch his breath, just long enough to see if she wants to come up and talk to anyone, at least for a little while.]

[uncurse]

[ anyone else would probably crack. or at least go crazy. emma doesn't see a lot of anyone these days, but then, she spent most of her life seeing very little of anyone. it hurts more, though, if only for the fact that she did have a time between stages of being a loner, where people actually cared. where she had people that she cared about.

the sense that he's drawing nearer comes through a telepathic awareness, and she surfaces slowly, her skin surprisingly smooth for all the time that she's been spending in the water, though her hair is bedraggled with seaweed and algae, hardly blonde anymore. her gaze locks on him, but she doesn't dare be the one to initiate. not when she feels like she doesn't deserve it. ]

[generaldavideus]

[That's okay, David's never really had a problem engaging when he wanted to. And to be honest, Emma coming to the surface is engagement enough - she could have easily stayed in the depths and she didn't. That says enough.]

How are you doing?

[Sometimes, apparently, he isn't ninety-nine percent business.]

[uncurse]

Fine.

[ the response comes automatically, accompanied by a nonchalant shrug that understates her predicament by leagues. as if it hadn't occurred to her to be anything but fine.

then, as if relenting somewhat, ] I've accepted the reality.

[ some others haven't. but that's not her problem anymore. she doesn't have to see hook's sad puppy dog eyes. ]

[generaldavideus]

[To be fair, David doesn't pity her. Acceptance, in some ways, is probably good for her. Not easy, necessarily, but less likely for her to wind up losing control and eating someone again.]

Acceptance is good. It probably makes things easier for moving forward.

[uncurse]

There is no moving forward.

This curse won't break until I find a way to impress Mystra, and I'm sure you can imagine how difficult that would be from the backyard lake.

[generaldavideus]

[His head tips up a bit at that, because he knows better than anyone that things aren't that black and white.]

So leave the lake. Acceptance means that you can learn to control it.

[his head tips to the side]

Maybe wielding this for good instead of succumbing to it is how you impress her.