CLOSED ♔ hear the crocodiles ticking 'round the world

[driveangry]

♬ Major Minus - Coldplay

WHO || Liam Chambers & Desmond Descant [Closed]
WHAT || Old business associates catch up - and Des gets a lead
WHERE || A diner in Chicago, IL, America
WHEN || Thurs, Feb 9th, afternoon
HOW || Actionspam

[The broad shouldered man sitting in a booth against the window hardly glanced up as the bell jangled to let another customer inside. He knew what he'd hear as soon as soon as the guy he was waiting on showed.

And sure, enough. Just like clockwork.

"DES? That you, sugar?" Didn't mean anything, really, when Irma called someone 'sugar', other than she thought they were still breathing - she called everybody sugar. But it meant something when she sounded so surprised to see you.

He never got that tone, not anymore, but then again, he'd been hanging around here too long now. Starting to get uncomfortable. But a job was a job.

He slammed his fork back into his grilled chicken Caesar salad again when he felt the man walking up behind him, addressing him without looking up. His gravelly voice was dry with something like humor, and he didn't bother with salutations.]

Ordered you a triple-meat. Figured one of us better have something worth eatin'.

prologue ♔ now my hands are overfull of things i'd like to give

[ironsides]

WHO || Dovan Ironsides, Andrea Anderson [Closed]
WHAT || Tavern shenanigans
WHERE || London, England
WHEN || Wed, Feb 8th
HOW || Actionspam

[Sometimes a dwarf needed the kind of good solid dwarven ale that they only served at a real Shadowkind bar, no matter how much the Knights tried to keep the good stuff on tap. Tonight is one of those nights, congratulating himself on the completion of a mission well done, and Dovan's taken himself out to the big city, to a little tucked away tavern that he considers a less-than-guilty pleasure. Guilt and drinking didn't really go hand in hand for his kind, after all.

Usually the place is rowdy and raucous at almost all hours, but tonight's something else entirely. The whole place is mid-song, cheering and pounding glasses on tables as they seem to all be craning their necks to try and see something going on closer to the bar itself. No one even really notices him enter and so his boistrous "MY LADS!" upon arrival is entirely ignored. He casts a curious eye over that way, waddling his way forward to try and see through gaps between bodies]

OPEN ♔ I GOT NO PLANS AND TOO MUCH TIME

[socialgraces]

♬ We Are Nowhere and It's Now - Bright Eyes

WHO || Francesca and YOU. [Open]
WHAT || You wander into the mysterious tavern on the second floor of the castle, and happen to notice the lone woman taking up a large round booth in a dark corner. For some reason, all other patrons seem to be avoiding said corner.
WHERE || The Second Floor Pub, Knights HQ, England
WHEN || Friday, early evening
HOW || Actionspam, multiple threads, but feel free to join threads as well ;)

[Just outside the Dragon's Hide wing on the second floor of the castle there's rumored to be a impressively well-stocked pub, decorated in Faerunian fashion. It's dark and smokey inside, with heavy curtains covering the windows and only candlelight on the tables. A large bar is off to the left, and there are several older-looking Knights solemnly nursing their pints of ale. At a table in the center of the room is a rowdy group of young men playing a drinking game.

Francesca sits at the farthest table from the door. She's all alone, even though the table was obviously made for a large group of people. She has an untouched glass of wine in front of her and isn't paying much attention to anyone around her. And they seem to pay no attention to her either; in fact, it seems as if no one even dares to approach that low-lit corner.]