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

[firstexample]

And what exactly is your pay grade?

[receptionist]

[She gasps, dramatically. It's almost a pearl clutching moment. If she wore real pearls.]

You're not allowed to ask me how much I get paid! It creates an uncomfortable work environment, but rest assured I get paid thirty percent less than whatever you're making, because I'm female! We're undervalued and underpaid and overworked!!! [Maybe Cheryl attended a feminist march during her time away??]

[firstexample]

Which puts me firmly above your paygrade. Hand it over.

[receptionist]

No.

[She rips the sheet of paper off the pad and wads it up, putting it into her mouth and chewing.]

[firstexample]

That's disgusting.

[receptionist]

[A part of Cheryl still has that asphyxiation kink and there's a brief moment where she glances around her, to see who else, other than this large oaf of an old man is around. Upset that there's no one worth any effort, she finishes chewing the paper and swallows.

Not that she had anything really good on that paper, anyway.]

You're rude and demanding and you should trust people more!

[firstexample]

Now is the hardly the time to go about trusting people!

[receptionist]

I think this is exactly the time to be trusting people! We're at war! If we can't trust each other then we are fighting against each other. That's just dumb!

[a beat]

You're dumb!

[firstexample]

And how many degrees do you have?

[receptionist]

As if it's hard to get a degree? They give doctorates out to celebrities just for being famous.

[firstexample]

Well, I'm not famous! Just a genius!

[receptionist]

[She rolls her eyes.]

Brag much?

[firstexample]

There's nothing wrong with knowing one's strengths.

[receptionist]

[She offers him a frown, showing some pity for him.] Well, at least you have the one.

[firstexample]

That's it. I'm reporting you, young lady.

[receptionist]

[She's flattered, because young lady, but then it's almost as if people just want her to yell this at them.]

YOU AREN'T MY SUPERVISOR!! [Then she storms off in a huff... or at least she's going to attempt.]