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]

Why would I check my pulse? The whole moving around thing seemed like a good tip-off for being alive.

[slay]

No kidding. But, wouldn't you ... I don't know. Feel it not being there? [ she hunches her shoulders. hello heebie jeebies. this is weird. ]

[bigbad]

[He shrugs and glances down, swirling his scotch in his glass and watching the ice cubes clink together. It seems a better idea than looking at her.]

More evidence that maybe I've been a vampire for a long time. I don't even remember what having a pulse is like.

[slays]

[ she can't imagine. so, she tries for levity. ]

Well, walk into just about any club, and the bass will probably be heavy enough to compensate.

[bigbad]

[He glances up at her and quirks a smile. He appreciates it.]

I'll have to try that.

[slays]

Good choice, 'cause suggestion the second was gonna involve Twilight.

[bigbad]

[And now he just shoots her the judgiest of looks.]

Is that where you got all your vampire bias, love? Cause I'm no Edward Cullen.

[...........or Angel.]

[slay]

What? No! No. Don't give me that look.

[bigbad]

You were asking for it with the Twilight thing.

[slays]

Or maybe you were just asking for the Twilight thing to begin with and I'm the innocent party delivering righteous, just comeuppance.

[bigbad]

No, I'm pretty sure you're to blame here. I've stayed well away from that travesty.

[ladyhacksaway]

Well, who says I have? Maybe I just ... heard.

[bigbad]

Or maybe the film was on the same channel as all those ice skating flicks.

[ladyhacksaway]

Or maybe you're going to end this conversation with new bruises.

[bigbad]

Hey. [He holds up a hand, but he still looks far too amused for a man that's just been threatened.] What happened to us being done with all that?

[ladyhacksaway]

Cold turkey. Surprisingly difficult. [ the amusement in his look just makes hers more playfully sour. ]

[bigbad]

Probably shouldn't push you, then. [He tilts his head, but he still looks pretty insolent. He's got no plans to stop pushing her.]

[ladyhacksaway]

Or, you should push me lots and I'll just make the pushing back physical and get some anger management out of it.

[bigbad]

I think anger management's what you're supposed to do to not hit people. You know, Pilates and counting to ten and such. All sorts of things that don't end with me being black and blue.

[slay]

I think you like being black and blue. [ the remark is dry, dismissing the entirety of his retort all in one fell swoop. ]

[bigbad]

[...he doesn't hate it, and for a moment his eyes darken a little at the thought.]

I like being able to hit back.

[slay]

Fairly certain that has something to do with why you can't.

[bigbad]

[He rolls his eyes.] I said hit back, not eat.

[slay]

Hey, I'm just saying. [ she holds her hands up in a gesture of surrender, then finishes off her drink. ]

[bigbad]

[It mollifies him, though he wasn't that mad to begin with. He glances at her glass as it empties.] Want more?