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

[bigbad]

[Stupid Des. Even Spike doesn't know how into her he is yet. But he does stop. Even if he's got a bit of a self-satisfied smirk going on.]

I'll have to take your word for it. Part of the undead deal is no reflection. [He pauses, then takes out his phone and starts the camera feature on the front since I'm just assuming this is basically an iphone or close enough.] Which isn't actually all that hard to get around...

[slay]

For the teeeeny tiny percentage of your life that you've had technology, anyway. [ she just assumes he's older than dirt ok. ]

[bigbad]

[He smirks at her.] I've had technology as long as I can remember. [Amnesia is sometimes handy.]

[slay]

Considering you don't remember the last election, that's not saying much.

[bigbad]

[He raises an eyebrow.] Do you? [She doesn't strike him as the sort to pay too much attention to politics.]

[slay]

Not the point.

[bigbad]

I'm fairly sure I don't care much about politics anyway.

[slay]

Right. You were too busy caring about Passions.

[bigbad]

You're never letting me live that down, are you?

[slay]

Not likely.

[bigbad]

It's highly underrated, you know.

[slay]

It's a soap opera. By definition, it's the worst form of entertainment.

[bigbad]

Well, what do you watch? I'm guessing it's not Masterpiece Theatre.

[slay]

Well ... [ she looks thoughtful. ] I caught this really good ice-skating movie on ABC family the other day?

[bigbad]

Ice-skating. [He gives her a flat look.] You watch ice-skating movies, and I'm the one with bad taste?

[slays]

Hey! It was good, okay?

[bigbad]

It was a movie about ice-skating. How good can it be?

[slays]

What's wrong with ice-skating?

[bigbad]

Doesn't make much of a movie.

[slays]

You like Passions! It's a soap opera!

[bigbad]

Tell me, did the girl get her gold medal and the boy in the end of yours? Or did she have to give one up?

[slays]

... Shut up. [ she just scowls, because, well, yes. but that's not the point. the point is the touching and inspirational journey to that gold medal and boyfriend. ]

[bigbad]

[He looks amused.] Face it, Summers. Your tastes in telly are just as crap as mine.

[slays]

My tastes are just fine! And -- telly? Who even calls it that?

[bigbad]

You're in denial!