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telekinectWHO || Tia Ellison, Andie Dodge, open if people want to bang into them, just threadjack wherever.
WHAT || Tia meets with her squire
WHERE || Knight's HQ, Andie's Room
WHEN || Friday morning
HOW || Actionspam
[Tia knows enough about Andie already to figure that she probably doesn't want to waste any time getting started, so bright and early on Friday morning she's rapping on her door.]
Anybody home?
dragonsclawWHO || Jack Chessing, Buffy Summers, open if people want to bang into them, just threadjack wherever.
WHAT || Jack meets with his squire
WHERE || Knight's HQ, Dragon's Claw office
WHEN || Friday afternoon
HOW || Actionspam
[Jack can't help but find it terribly impolite to go knocking on Buffy's bedroom door, no matter what the hour, so instead she received a very brief text transmission on her phone that asked her to come drop by his office at some point during the afternoon, if it was convenient. It isn't as if he doesn't have enough paperwork to keep him in there awhile.
Of course, this all involves... finding his office.]
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rationalizesWHO || Jeanne Gar, Martha Jones, open if people want to bang into them, just threadjack wherever.
WHAT || Gar meets with her squire
WHERE || Knight's HQ, the Library
WHEN || Friday evening
HOW || Actionspam
[Gar had asked Martha here to meet her here, assuring her that the library was easy to locate, just around the corner from the lab where they'd been yesterday. Plus there was the fact that it was gigantic, easily close to the same size as the opulent ballroom. It's laid out with shelves on the walls and stacks in rows, scattered through with desks and tables, as well as a second floor balcony area with staircase access on either side of the room. Smaller reading rooms and specialty areas line the back wall.
It probably takes a little bit of time to find Gar, who appears to have forgotten anyone was meeting with her at all. She's busily examining volumes from a ladder on the balcony, looking entirely lost in the process.]
koraithWHO || Koraith, Vanille, open if people want to bang into them, just threadjack wherever.
WHAT || Koraith meets with his squire
WHERE || Knight's HQ, Andie's Room
WHEN || Saturday afternoon
HOW || Actionspam
[Wynn had explained to Vanille upon their first meeting that the Knight she would be squired to was currently on a mission, and would be returning within a few days, but told her little more about him. When she wakes on Saturday morning, she'll find a note attached to the outside of her door in elegant script, asking her to meet in the front lobby around 1pm.
It's just down the hall, so a very easy find, and there's only one person standing there when she arrives, beside the Knight working the desk.
He presents a hulking figure, easily seven feet tall, with hands that looks like claws clasped behind his back. As he turns to look at her, it's clear just how far his inhuman appearance extends. Ridged spines form his brow, golden tendrils hanging down from his cheeks almost like mustachios. A fine dark golden mane winds around his face like a beard, some of which is carefully braided. He wears a dark red robed lined in white fur, and there's jewelry evident on his fingers and around his neck. He fixes his gaze on her, and his eyes seem to smile.]
postergirlWHO || Dumage Moulet, Sven van Tol, Mark Sandazhard, open if people want to bang into them, just threadjack wherever.
WHAT || Dumageis forced intomeeting with her squire
WHERE || Knight's HQ, Sven's room
WHEN || Sunday afternoon...
HOW || Actionspam
[So remember how Gar said everyone would hear from their Knight mentor on like Friday or so? Yeah, not so much. Sven hasn't seen a single glimpse of Dumage since then, because she's been conveniently avoiding him.
He ends up hearing her, before he sees her. Because there is the definite sound of two people arguing outside in the hallway, getting closer and closer.
The first voice is hers:]
Look, I have a lot of work to do, so I don't see the harm in waiting until he actually needs something. He's not a child, he doesn't need me to hold his hand and point him towards the bathrooms.
[And the other is Mark, the guy Sven talked to at the party with the yellow tie:]
He's still your squire! You're supposed to answer his questions, make him feel at home, that kind of thing. Just... be ... nice? [He sounds as if he realizes this might be a big request and he's afraid she's going to swat him even for suggesting it. Her eye roll is practically audible:]
If I must.
[Annnnd then there's a solid rapping on the door. When opened, Mark releases his grip on Dumage's arm and she goes staggering a step to the side, shooting him a glare. He smiles widely at Sven.]
Good morning!
technophobicWHO || Lan (??), Spike, open if people want to bang into them, just threadjack wherever.
WHAT || Lan doesn't do things the easy way.
WHERE || Behind Knight's HQ, in the woods
WHEN || Sunday evening
HOW || Actionspam
[All Spike's gotten so far in regards to learning who he's squired to is that his name is Sir Lan Wellington, and that he doesn't, in fact, live in the castle. Instead he lives way out on the back property. In the woods. o___o
Good luck finding the cabin though, because there is no path.]
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socialgracesWHO || Francesca, Ethan Mavery, open if people want to bang into them, just threadjack wherever.
WHAT || Francesca meets with her squire
WHERE || Knight's HQ, the Dining Hall
WHEN || Friday later morning
HOW || Actionspam
[Francesca is waiting patiently at the table, casually sipping a cup of coffee. She had told Ethan the night before to meet her in the Dining Hall the next morning, but to make it late morning. The hall is empty except for her, and she looks strange sitting at the large table all by her lonesome. Or maybe she looks strange because she's wearing sunglasses inside. Either way, she's here, and now he is too.
She doesn't look up when he enters, her gaze still focused on the mug in her hand.]
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WHO || Christos La Krail, Katniss Everdeen [Closed]
WHAT || Christos tracks down a potentially dangerous Shadow Worlder who's firing arrows at people in the city. 8| Weird.
WHERE || Downtown London
WHEN || Sunday night
HOW || Actionspam
[There are plenty of Shadow Worlders who show up in this world, and don't handle it well. But most of them get talked down quickly enough, so it rarely ends up making the news anymore. This girl was an exception. Showing up in downtown London, she'd reportedly snapped and attacked the man who'd found her, causing him to contact the police force. They had, however, been unable to find her, until a couple hours later that evening when she had shown up on a rooftop around Trafalgar Square wearing a seemingly hand fashioned bow on her back, knocking an arrow at anyone who came too close.
Christos agreed to go deal with this alone, seeing as how it would be easier to get the girl out of the public eye to speak with her first - and staying out of sight was a specialty of his.
By the time he arrives on the scene, however, there's a huge crowd gathered in the Square despite police blockades trying to hold them back, and cars are buzzing back and forth as officers shout through megaphones.
Christos observes from a distance, blended into shadows with his dark black cloak pulled tightly over his features, and picks up the facts readily enough: they must have apprehended the girl here, only to have her escape again. And from the circus of activity, he was guessing it had only just occurred.
His eyes shoot to the rooftops. It's obvious that the girl values the high road and he has a feeling that's where she'll wind up again.
He wastes no time in moving back down into the alley, slipping unseen behind a dumpster to vault off the wall and grab the bottom of a fire escape, yanking himself up and climbing it with ease to reach the rooftop.]
slaysWHO || Buffy Summers and YOU. (open)
WHAT || Insomnia strikes.
WHERE || Knight's HQ, the Kitchen
WHEN || Saturday night, around 1 am.
HOW || Actionspam or prose, multiple threads
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