chapter five ♔ it'll be a day like this one when the sky falls down

[eldritchweaver]

the blues - switchfoot

WHO || The Knights
WHAT || Failboat returns from the disaster in LA as the Knighthood goes on lockdown
WHERE || The castle, London
WHEN || Directly after this, Fall 2017
HOW || Actionspam

Hasmed's announcement does not brook any rebuttal: all Knights are recalled to the Castle, where they must remain until the Section Heads and Jack Chessing have spoken about the events in Los Angeles that have left the Knighthood without their usual leader.  

The entire Los Angeles area is now covered with a dark miasma that has interfered with any signals that might be sent out from phones, etc., leaving the whole world wondering what exactly is happening down there.  Final images showed horrendous monsters, a panic of citizens, looting and violence from humans and Shadowkind alike.  

Hasmed has warned of extra magical wards on the castle, and anyone arriving will immediately take notice of one very prominent one: above the entire roof of the excessively large building hovers a black and red sigil in the air, a pentagram in a circle surrounded by runes or words in an unknown language, stretching for miles.  

[ This is the social log for post-LA lockdown.  Failboat must complete the top log before being allowed to tag outside of it. ]

Comments

[ambitionist]

yeah no that would be a pass for me, too.

what do you do when a place you thought was safe stops being safe?

[panaceum]

depends on why i'm there in the first place, i guess.

[ambitionist]

because of a need for witness protection, mostly. but now we're on total lockdown and wynn's mia. and they have these guys here that are ... i don't know. maybe it's time to split.

[panaceum]

do you need somewhere to go?

[ambitionist]

yeah, maybe. you free?

[panaceum]

i will be soon.

[ambitionist]

cool. no worries, i'll just be here. hanging out. having my existential crisis.


can my cat come too?

[panaceum]

it better, or now i'll be pissed

[ambitionist]

her name is oreo and she's kind of a genius. her hobby is using her little paws to unlock doors

[panaceum]

why have you not been texting me pics of her before now

i feel cheated

[ambitionist]

it's sort of a recent development. i found her in the woods. [and maybe he forgot because he's dumb]

[panaceum]

fuck she's cute

i don't have any cat food though. bring ur own.

[ambitionist]

yeah, yeah, i'll bring her shit. she'd be happy eating anything anyway. shoelaces, paper, plastic bags. cats are fucking weird.

[panaceum]

this isn't going to be easy to hide you know. how long are you planning this being for?

[ambitionist]

i don't know. i don't have any idea what i'm doing right now but i'm going crazy here. maybe a day or two?

[panaceum]

ok. twenty minutes.

[ambitionist]

got it, cool

[panaceum]

i'll send you a message. [ and then she goes radio silent for awhile, before he gets the IM for an instant connectivity spell ]

[ambitionist]

[he accepts, making sure to hold onto oreo in a cat carrier and a gym bag with his and oreo's stuff when he does. WHEEE.]

[panaceum]

[ her place here in London just doesn't feel the same, not as lived in, not as claimed yet as her own. but there are still stamps of her on it, the biggest of which is that she has her computer station set up and full of stickers of bands and shit. ] Well, hi there.

[ambitionist]

Hey. [he takes a quick look around before making himself comfortable, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.]

Is she good to roam around, or...?

[panaceum]

As long as she's not gonna eat all my cords.

[ambitionist]

Nah. If you've got a hair tie or something, though, that'll keep her busy for a few hours. [he reaches down to set oreo free, who climbs out and begins eagerly sniffing around. this is fine. cats are great distractions.]

[panaceum]

We couldn't have pets at the Academy. [ she holds out a hand and waits patiently for the cat to sniff its way around to her ]

So.

[ambitionist]

[oreo makes her way over to piffy, sniffing at her hand and then rubbing her little face into it. meanwhile, this dumbass:]

I never really had pets growing up, my dad was allergic to—

Oh. You meant, "so, how about this shit," probably.