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]

[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.