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

[65]

You're right. New memories can replace the old. Then maybe the gaps won't feel quite so ... gaping.

[witchwoman]

Precisely. [Her smile is more genuine at that.] She turns back to the skyline, where the rising sun is filling in the space between buildings, casting a warm glow on the horizon. She lets out a content sigh at the sight of it. How many mornings had she wished she could take a moment to enjoy something like this? It felt nice to not have to run all the time.]

Would you like some breakfast? I think I hear some of the others say something about a place nearby.

[65]

[while she's busy watching the sunrise, he's busy ... watching her. ~every little thing she does is magic~, okay. or at least incredibly endearing. listen to that contented sigh.]

I would love breakfast.

[witchwoman]

[There is an odd grace about her, like flight on solid ground. Once he answers, she turns her eyes back to him with a bright smile.]

Wonderful! [Amaranth chirps his approval.] Now, now... you can't come this time. [He squawks] Because I said so, that's why. Go on. Buffy or Kat will be plenty entertaining while we're gone.

[The familiar looks to be grumbling but obeys Myri's command and saunters back into the hotel room.]

It's a bit like having a child some days.

[65]

[he'd still be making with the googly eyes if he wasn't distracted by amaranth. finnick waits until the cat-like-thing is back inside before he speaks up.]

Was that -- did it squawk?

[witchwoman]

[Myri casts a mysterious look in his direction, not giving away anything, but there's laughter in her eyes.]

As I said- he's no ordinary cat.

Flywackets descend from dragons.

[And as if that's a totally normal thing, she just walks inside so that they can head out for food.]

[65]

I didn't think dragons could be real before I came here.

[he remembers stories, hokey stories like the ones about mermaids district 4 kids grow up hearing. (and isn't it nice that he can remember that and not things like his family?) he even made a crack about fighting dragons on his initiation night, but he didn't expect to see one. or some dragon-cat hybrid.

so she has a pet muttation after all. weird and a little creepy, but he can deal with it. there are worse things in the world.]

[witchwoman]

Of course dragons exist. But do be careful. Not all are pure of heart. The great evil dragon, Simurgh found the taste of blood to be far more enticing than the leaves of the Tambootie tree. [She makes a strange motion with her hands, crossing and flapping them - an ancient ward against evil. But her next motion is much more familiar. She touches her forehead, chest, then each shoulder.]

But you have nothing to fear of Amaranth- unless you should try to harm me, of course. [She pauses] Would you like to see him as he truly is? [Buffy's already seen. And she trusts Finnick. These people mean something to her.]

[65]

[all he's getting out of this right now is her speaking gibberish and making weird hand motions. but he recognizes her question for what it is -- a show of trust. and how can he not be curious?]

I'd love to.

[witchwoman]

[She smiles in a small, private way, then nods. Her gaze drops to Amaranth.]

Go on. It's alright.

[The flywacket's spine arches, much like a cat would when it was about to hiss, but instead, the fur ripples, causing the careful eye to see that the skin is not completely attached. In fact, there are two long slits along the familiar's back. And from those slits comes the more wonderful surprise.

Wings. Large and dark and purple, all covered in fine fur. He sits back on his haunches and stretches them out, flapping twice before settling contently.

Myri is quiet, watching Finnick more than Amaranth, wondering what his reaction will be.]

[65]

[it's a strange thing to watch, but finnick doesn't seem bothered by it. or scared -- he's seen far worse things. a smile even starts to work its way onto his lips; amaranth is kind of endearing.]

Can he fly?

[witchwoman]

Of course. [Amaranth chirps and tilts his head at Myri. She's quiet for a moment, then sighs.]

Only for a moment. And be careful.

[The flywacket jumps, flapping his wings and gliding around the room in one full circle. When he lands, he chooses to land on the chair nearest Finnick. He perches and tucks his wings neatly away, tail twitching happily.

Myri just laughs.]

He's a bit of a show off when I let him.

[65]

[finnick laughs with her. the longer he spends time around amaranth and sees all the things he does,the easier it is to become comfortable with the idea of him in general.]

Who can blame him? It doesn't seem like he'd have many opportunities for it here.