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

[slay]

That is the idea.

[bigbad]

[He stands up, then, giving her a smile.] Then it'd be my pleasure. [Man, this has been the best night since before she knew what he was.]

[slay]

[ it's the easiest thing to do and the hardest, slipping back into this like they were fine again. she can't forget what he is, or that every part of her screams that she should be against it, that he's wrong and evil and that there's a reason she dreams of being killed by things like him. she hunches her shoulders and drifts out the door of the bar, folding her arms over her chest and glancing up at the starless sky. not starless. just couldn't see them from this far in the city. ]

[bigbad]

[He walks beside her in silence for a little while, not sure what to say. It's so nice, them being friends again. He still worries that it won't last.]

I've been thinking about the soul thing.

[It comes out quietly, before he can think too much about saying it. It's such a bad idea, they've been getting along he doesn't need to endanger that with serious talking.]

[slay]

Yeah? [ she tries to keep her voice impassive. questioning, not judging one way or another. ]

[bigbad]

Well, maybe it's different where I'm from. Or maybe something went wrong with me, or I somehow... got it back. [Can that happen? With souls? Spike doesn't know.] I think I'd be different, you know. If I didn't have one. Feel emptier or something.

[slay]

Spike. [ her tone is soft. it's letting him down easy voice. she comes to a halt and turns to look at him, sympathy burning in her eyes. ] There is no different. Vampires are--God, they make monster movies about them.

There are no Edward Cullens of the world, and if there were? They'd still be evil. You've figured out, or your ... migraines have figured out some way to keep it under control. And, that's great. But, that doesn't change the big, evil facts.

[bigbad]

[He looks away from her.] But if I'm so evil, then why do I want to be good at all? And it's not the headaches. I joined the Knights before I knew about those.

[slay]

I don't know. [ she tucks her hands into her pockets, shrugging. ] I don't have any more answers than you do.

[bigbad]

[It's encouraging, her admitting she doesn't know. It makes him think that just maybe, she's wrong about it. He's not sure why he didn't doubt her more from the start, but maybe he just needed to hear her say it. He forces a bit of a smile, trying to lighten the mood.]

And this is all assuming the soul's a real thing, not just religious nonsense.

[slay]

Oh, you mean kinda like how vampires are sci-fi/fantasy nonsense?

[bigbad]

I wish we were sci-fi nonsense. Maybe I could have a lightsaber then.

[slay]

[ she rolls her eyes. ] What is it with guys and violence? You want access to a limitless sci-fi universe and you want it for weapons?

[bigbad]

[He raises an eyebrow at her.] What would you want?

[slay]

How about a cure for cancer? Or--Or vaccines! For all that weird alien stuff. Clean energy. The technologyo f interstellar travel.

[bigbad]

Well, I'm all for those too. But you've got to admit, a lightsaber's just cool.

[slay]

Lame. [ she rolls her eyes. ] Way lame.

[bigbad]

You have seen Star Wars, right? Lame is hardly what I'd call the weapon of Jedis.

[slay]

Do you even realize the level of pimply geek you just hit?

[bigbad]

[He shoots her a hurt look.] Hardly. I just like the weapons is all. [He's only seen one of the movies that he can remember.

And it was Phantom Menace.]

[slay]

See again: "ugh, guys." [ so there. ]

[bigbad]

[Whatever, Buffy. You know you'd love a bright pink lightsaber. He shakes his head.] Well, I'm all for the cancer curing stuff too.

[slay]

Well, sure. You say that now.

[bigbad]

Well, I'm as opposed to cancer as most people are.

[slay]

Can you even get cancer?