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

[nothingsodivine]

Easy, Blondie. [He pats her shoulder.] C'mon. I'll buy you a drink- a completely non-come-on drink.

[slay]

No, of course not. More like a patronizing, I'd-never-think-of-you-like-that drink. Much better. [ she rolls her eyes. ] Fine. Drink.

[nothingsodivine]

What? You want me to think of you like that? I'm shocked and appalled. I'm way too old for you. Go find a nice boy your own age... After the drink, because I want one and you probably need one. [And off he leads her to some nice little den of drunks and debauchery. It ain't the Bronze, but it's okay. You... don't remember the Bronze.]

[slay]

[ she scurries after him like a puppydog underfoot, all indignation and defensiveness for eloquent reasons like 'because eww.' ]

[nothingsodivine]

[SO MUCH SNICKERING.] For a perky cheerleader type, you are one of hell of an uptight gal. Guess it makes sense. Wynn only recruits people who're wound up- hell, that must be why he could never keep a hold of me. I'm so loose.

[slay]

Well, I can't speak on behalf of the rest of the Knights, but I personally like not being 'so loose,' if it's all the same to you. [ there's a snide look at that, and she rolls her eyes. ] Besides, you're like immortal, right? You've had a million years to stop caring. And who says I'm a perky cheerleader type? That's ... profiling.

[nothingsodivine]

Four thousand and I care. If age made you emotionally limber, there'd be fewer old guys screaming about rap music- which, incidentally, does suck by the way.

[God, Buffy, you just EARN Des's looks of amused scorn.] Oh, sorry. My mistake, Xena.

[slay]

I'm just saying. Maybe ... Maybe I'm a doctor. Or a rocket scientist. I could be a rocket scientist. [ she tucks her hands into her pockets, shrugging. ] And rap music isn't even that bad.