open ♔ castle farewell socialization

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WHO || The Knights [ota!]
WHAT || The Knights prepare to depart for America
WHERE || The castle, London
WHEN || Directly after this is announced, Fall 2017
HOW || Actionspam

The acting Heads of the Knighthood - Hasmed and Solace - have made a decision that is not easy for many.  Given the terrible state of everything happening in America, they've decided to relocate operations entirely to the States, and have secured a facility near Las Vegas.  It is certainly possible, with the grim missions that lie before them, that many, or all, of the Knights may never return.  Reactions to the announcement are certain to be strong, but it's time to choose what they will bring with them to their new life - and for some, to decide if it's a journey they can bring themselves to take.

[ This is the social log for anything before the Knights relocate to Las Vegas ]

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Helen | ota

[daredtobelieve]

[Perhaps it's easier for Helen to pack up and move on to the next location. Over the course of her many years, she's established several homes. And with a renewed sense of duty, there's really only one factor that could keep her from moving on to Vegas.

Her daughter.

Shes most often found in her corner of the Hoard lab, making sure her research is in order and ready to move. She'll have digital files, of course, but she plans on bringing paper files as well- at least for the most important research.]

[koraith]

Sir Magnus. [ the deep, resonant voice of koraith cuts across the lab towards her desk area as he approaches ] How are things shaping up for the Hoard move?

[daredtobelieve]

[At the sound of the familiar voice, Helen glances up and offers a smile.]

As well as can be expected. Even those of us who are particularly meticulous in our filing are in a bit of a panic, I think. The idea of leaving anything behind and needing it later can be a bit overwhelming.

How about the Tongue? I presume we'll need as many diplomatic contacts as we can muster in the coming days.

[koraith]

Most are ready to move out, I think, but again: quite a bit of paperwork. There's been a move to digitize over the years, but I've never fully gotten past the smell of good parchment.

[daredtobelieve]

[She gestures to the filing cabinets behind her work station.]

I keep a digital record of everything, but I grew up taking my own notes by hand. Some habits are hard to break. I think there are benefits of keeping important records in both formats. For every firewall we build to keep out hackers, there are just as many viruses built to specifically break them down. But fewer and fewer people think to even entertain the idea of physical record.

Who knows- maybe our outdated methods will be the key to some breakthrough as we move forward.

[koraith]

Either way, most of our archives are safely stored and will remain under Sir Petersen's care. [ his smile fades just a tiny bit ] It's nice to know that some vestige of us might remain, should the worst fate fall out.

[daredtobelieve]

[She offers him a sympathetic smile.]

Let's hope it won't come to that. I'm not ready to become nothing but a memory, just yet.

[koraith]

I don't mean to sound so grim. Just... trying to find light even in the worst potentialities.

[daredtobelieve]

Completely understandable. I think we're all trying to manage that, in our own way. [She lets out a heavy exhale, forcing a smile.]

Have you spent much time in America? Obviously, the political climate these days doesn't make it the friendliest of places. But parts of it are quite beautiful.

[koraith]

Mostly for missions, but back before transportation was such a simple matter, that would sometimes necessitate spending very long periods there.

[daredtobelieve]

Not too many around here would remember a life before teleportation and airplanes were so readily available.

[koraith]

No, they would not. The world had a very different pace then.

[bagsthem]

[It's been....a weird however long. Long enough that the worst of anyone's anger (mostly hers lbr) has had plenty of time to cool. Her Mom's done everything she's said she was going to do, and Ashley can hardly say all that much after she went of on her own during that mission and had to find her own way home.

She still acted grumpy, though. It was the principal of the thing. Surely trying to take down Mafia bosses in Chicago was a worthwhile adventure? No?

This whole Vegas thing is big. Really big. And she can't just not talk to her Mom about it even if she's being super stubborn about trying to patch things up.

She heads into the Hoard wing, finds her Mom packing up. That answers her first question, anyway.]

Hey.

[daredtobelieve]

[A good portion of the tension between them may have subsided, but they still have some distance to go before they get back to anything close to where Helen would like them to be.

She glances up immediately at the sound of her daughter's voice, placing a stack of papers down on her desk.]

Ashley. [The single word can't really convey all the emotions that swirl around inside of her. Surprise. Relief. Anxiety. Somehow they all combine into this knot in her throat.]

I trust you've heard the news by now.

[bagsthem]

[She can't ignore the way her Mom just stops everything to talk to her, like it's the most important thing in the world.

She tries not to pay too much attention. It's easier to talk business.]

Kind of impossible not to. It's all anyone's talking about. [She gestures vaguely toward the state of the room.] Getting the jump on packing?

[supertardiness]

[Barry's been helping with the Hoard move as well, but it's mostly involved running boxes out to wherever everything being moved is being gathered. Which means he's burning a lot of calories which means occasionally he comes back with food.

In this particular instance, it's a pizza for himself and a pizza for whoever else might be in needs of a food break.

He sits with his own fave: pepperoni, olives and jalapenos, and leaves the regular pie for whoever might want a slice.]

Pizza, Sir Magnus?