new orleans ♔ you ain't been to heaven til you been down there

[postergirl]

♬ New Orleans - Louisiana Gator Boys

WHO || Mark, Dumage, Kat, Gar, Buffy, Spike, Myri, Martha, Arthur, Finnick, Des [closed]
WHAT || All work and no play make Knights stir crazy. Various downtime shenanigans.
WHERE || The hotel / all around New Orleans / at the bar / in an alleyway / ETC
WHEN || Various dates during the course of May
HOW || w/e you want, bb

[ This log covers any non-work related shenanigans the Knights have while staying in New Orleans. Because we haven't finished out the other two logs yet, assume some time has passed since then, in case anyone was injured, so that they've had sufficient time to get better.

As for work stuff, you can assume they've been busy with establishing Finnick's fake rock star cred, and investigating some of the intel they'll uncover in those other logs that we haven't quite gotten to yet. JUST DON'T TALK ABOUT WORK and all will be well.


Make your own threads, don't fuss about tag order, feel free to threadjack multiple people into one thread for hang-outs, ask me if you want a certain scene with an NPC, etc. forever whatever.]

Comments

[nothingsodivine]

[Like maybe.

A fucking.

Amulet.

Des scratches his chin and then moves to dig a fingernail along the graffiti wall and then backs away from it, laughing.] Only in New Orleans.

[goonsquad]

[ Annnnnd that's when there's the unmistakable click

of a gun

from the mouth of the alley.

a smooth male voice speaks up. ]

The one place you shouldn't have come back to, Mr. Descant.

[nothingsodivine]

[Oh wow. This is really... Expected. Des holds his hands up defensively and doesn't quite turn around.]

I know, I know, but authentic Cajun cooking. I can't resist. [He gestures vaguely while still holding his hands up.] Can I about face or is that too threatening for you? I know my profile's ungodly handsome, but this is awkward for me.

[goonsquad]

[ The voice turns colder instantly. ]

It could get a lot uglier a lot quicker if you make one move.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des plants his hands on his head and tries not to roll his eyes.] Well, I do love this wall. Hate to tear my eyes away from it. Guns, by the way, do not a conversation make, so now that you have my attention, skip the small talk, unless you and the gun wanna buy me coffee.

[goonsquad]

I'm just the messenger, Descant. This is your warning and you only get one.

You need to clear outta town, and you got a week to do it.

[nothingsodivine]

What? Me and my little dogs too? Did you wake up on the wrong side of the 'cliche goon dialogue' handbook this morning?

[goonsquad]

Not my words. You made a lotta enemies last time you came around, and this is their town still. They don't take very kindly to you popping back up.

Heard you don't go down easy, but they're pretty sure dropping you at the bottom of the Gulf with enough weight strapped to your legs'll do what bullets can't.

[nothingsodivine]

It would actually just piss me off a lot, but I'm glad you thought it through. [Des pauses to crack his neck a little without moving his hands.] I think we're at an impasse here, boys. I made a promise to a lady- you know how that goes. Binding contracts. Can't break something forged over a couple sets of batted eyelashes.

[goonsquad]

[ There's only the tiniest moment of hesitation, and it's clear that the guy was expecting a different response or rethinking his part in this, but he tries to keep the thug like bravado intact as he says: ]

You've been warned. Don't say you never got that much. [ There's the sound of receding steps. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des tilts his head as he listens to the goon retreat and exhales.] Blah, blah, blah.