new orleans ♔ the man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud | but nobody ever hears him

[shootfirst]

WHO || Thomas, Jack, Gar, Kat, Dumage, Mark, Myri, Buffy, Finnick, Spike, Rafael, Des, Elena [Closed]
WHAT || Various downtime shenanigans
WHERE || Various locations, New Orleans
WHEN || Tuesday Oct 16th - Oct 28th [Backdated]
HOW || Actionspam, don't sweat tag order!!

[[ Several of the Knights discovered a secret room hidden in Nova Headquarters, full of strange occultish paraphernalia and guarded by monstrous warriors. Amid this was direct evidence of an interest in the Talisman. They also took captive Chad Becksworth's personal assistant, Olean Gilbert, who has information about the location of the mysterious woman that Burt told Finnick about - the one whose presence has had a major effect on Chad's personality. Olean doesn't even know the woman's name, calling her the "Mind Master", and identifying her as Chad's 'advisor'.

The Knights also discovered that the other Dragon's Claw, Sir Jack Chessing, had followed his own secret mission to Nova Headquarters, and he'll be meeting back at the hotel with them to explain what brought him there...

This log covers any non-work related shenanigans the Knights have while staying in New Orleans, immediately following the last log and extending over the next two weeks.

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.]

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Meeting // All

[dragonsclaw]

[ after everyone's returned safely to the hotel room, jack comes a-knockin' politely on the door, and thomas yells for him to come in, claiming he can 'smell him a mile away' and seeming to find that comment uproarious from his place on the pristine white couch, dirty boots on the table in front of him.

jack comes in and looks around at the gathered, removing his hat and setting it on the table. ]

Well. This was certainly... unexpected.

[bigbad]

Yeah, too bad there aren't convenient devices we can use to let each other know when our paths will cross. You know. Like phones.

[Spike's perched on the arm of the couch. He probably shouldn't mouth off at one of the Dragon's Claws, especially not in front of the other one, but he's annoyed on Buffy's behalf. He knows how much Buffy's wanted guidance and mentorship, and here her knight is in their city and he hadn't even thought to let them know. Buffy probably won't be rude about it. But Spike's not that nice. He'll be rude if he wants.]

The Prisoner // multiple threads or group threads!

[snivelling]

[ meanwhile, olean is tied up in a room magically soundproofed so that he can't eavesdrop on the knights. feel free to go have a chat with the not-so-distinguished guest. ]

[slay]

[ she slips away from the group to come in here alone. she's not sure what she's looking to get out of him, if she's entirely honest with herself, but she feels compelled to come grill him anyway. probably because it kills her to see how affected by his continued existence kat is, and the dismissive way he'd tried to excuse it made her want to beat him until he stopped moving.

so she just comes inside, quietly shuts the door, and takes a seat, turning her gaze silently on him and neglecting any niceties as she waits for him to say something. ]

The Parking Lot // multiple threads or group threads!

[shootfirst]

[ kat is suspiciously missing after the group meet, having snuck out of early. anyone who goes out of the building might take note of the fact that she's sitting inside a parked rental car of the knights, as the rain streaks the windows. she doesn't look like she's planning on going anywhere anytime soon. ]

[bigbad]

[Spike notices her and knocks on the window as he passes. He wants to make sure she's okay. He has some pretty clear ideas on why she wouldn't be. He's not sure she'll want to talk to him about it, but it's worth a try.]

[witchwoman]

[Myri's worried about Kat. No one's really explained anything to her, but it's not hard to notice her demeanor. Once she notices that her friend is missing, she goes out in search of her.

Unfortunately, it takes her quite some time to even think about going out to the parking lot. With arms hugged around herself, she heads out into the rain to the parked car. She taps her knuckles lightly against the window.]

Kat?

[slay]

[ she'd gone out trying to track her down, and well - the car's a lot closer than she'd been expecting. so she just slides into the passenger seat, quietly shutting the door and smoothing her hair back to get the rain out of it. ]

You got out of there pretty fast.

The Hotel Bar // ota

[bancroft]

[ someone's making a huge ruckus down in the bar a few nights later... wonder who that could be.

it sounds like there's a large group laughing and cheering and stamping and singing, with thomas in the center of the room. ]

[witchwoman]

[Myri isn't one for crowds, but she does like to keep an eye on things. So when she passes the hotel bar and spots the familiar sight of Thomas, she decides to at least step in and have a look.

She edges her way through the crowd until she can get a good look at Thomas. With how much fun he's having, it's hard to not smile a little.]

Hotel Lobby // ota

[bigbad]

[It's early evening, just after sunset, and Spike doesn't feel like spending the evening being idle. He has the night off, and he wants to have fun.

For the moment, that means rifling through the hotel fliers trying to see if any of them seem interesting. So far they mostly seem expensive and a touristy. But he hasn't thrown them down and stormed out to find something interesting the old fashioned way. Yet.]

[postergirl]

[ and who should sashay into the lobby and make a beeline for him but dumage~ ]

Looking for the world's biggest ball of twine, are you?

[notaroundme]

[She spots him by the fliers and walks over, sort of just appearing over one arm to see what he's looking at.]

Bored?

[witchwoman]

What are those?

[Suddenly, a wild Myri appears! Apparently she's also restless and roaming the hotel.]

[nothingsodivine]

[Look, maybe there's a bar in this lobby, because I say there is. Either way, Des is at it and when he spots Spike, he hails him over.] You're wasting your time, buddy boy.

[slay]

Anything good? That ... doesn't involve Cajun restaurants.

CLOSED } Desmond Descant vs. the lizard people.

[nothingsodivine]

[Early on in this little adventure, Des takes off by himself to go find the restaurant he was told about. He's not even disguised or anything, because he's an arrogant douchebag and thinks he can swagger his way into everything. As soon as he enters Marida's, he smiles brightly at whoever is on host duty.]

Hey. I heard your special was excellent.

[behindcloseddoors]

[ there's a momentary pause in the sound of conversation, cooking, people eating, as if everyone here heard that, and everyone knows what it means. the host looks des over with glistening eyes, some sort of dark tattoo visible at the nape of his neck, under his crisp white shirt. ]

... Follow me. [ he pushes his way through a beaded curtain, and everyone resumes what they were doing moments ago ]

open }{ hotel gym

[slay]

[ buffy's making liberal, enthusiastic use of the hotel gym's punching bag. in fact, it's been hard to catch her anywhere else for the most part - particularly when it comes to places that the knights are spending most of their time.

it's just ... strange. jack being here. and she's not sure how to cope with it, because she'd wanted him there for so long - for months - and now that he finally is, she doesn't know how to act about it. because she hasn't had a knight, she's had to make due on her own, she's had to rely on gar and kat and now she has oversight and she should be waiting for his suggestions and guidance and instead she's just barreling on like she always has.

the lack of addressing how long it's been or general, perpetual absence isn't helping things, either. and who is he anyway to just slide in and all of a sudden expect her to be squirely, where was he when she needed to be squirely? it isn't fair. and it's conflicting and uncomfortable and it's not like anyone can really blame her for being uncomfortable, after all -

the chain holding the heavy bag snaps and it flies into the mirror. she grimaces, shoulders hunching, and she looks around, sheepish. ]

Oops...

[notaroundme]

[Elena's been passing some of the time by exploring the hotel, and she couldn't help but pause when she saw Buffy in action through the gym window. There's a stirring of some faint memory, as if she were having some kind of strange feeling of deja vu, but then it passes. All she's left with is a kind of awe; she wishes she were in that good of shape.

If that's the kind of thing that being a knight is about, she's going to have a lot of work to do if she's ever going to fit in with them, though she can't really imagine Myri doing this same kind of thing. Hmm...

And then the chain of the punching bag splits apart, and the bag practically flies away. Her neck tenses at the impact, her eyes a little wide.

Okay, she's going to need more work than she can fit in an entire lifetime.

If Buffy turns to look at her, she's going to see one teenager with a the unmistakable deer-in-the-headlights look.]

[dragonsclaw]

[ it's that first evening, after everyone's settled down and plans have been laid, that jack comes seeking buffy out. and just so happens to find her beating up the poor punching bag. :(

he stands in the doorway, watching this unfold before saying gently: ]

I do hope I'm not interrupting.

[romanticidal]

[ rafael saunters in while she's knocking down her 3rd bag, i guess. it's like captain america all over again. ]

Remind me never to get on your bad side.

open | restaurant/bar

[notaroundme]

[Elena's small supply of cash that she had tucked into her pocket is slowly being damaged by the need to eat, and she's too sheepish to ask others for it. Besides, with what's happened, she hasn't been quite as hungry as she normally would be, too lost in thought to remember every meal.

She's sitting in the hotel bar and grill alone with a plate of french fries and a water with lemon and a book that she got in the gift shop.

It's not a particularly good book, but it'll do to pass some of the hours until she knows what they're all going to do next.]

[witchwoman]

[Myri's tried to keep an eye on Elena without being too obvious about it. But it's actually coincidence when she walks past the hotel restaurant and spots the young woman. Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, she steps in and immediately is accosted by an overly eager hostess. She quietly gestures to Elena, explaining that she's meeting with a friend and continues her way in.]

Do you mind if I join you? [She pauses, one hand on the empty chair across the table. Like usual, she puts on a warm smile. She's just naturally friendly, okay?]

finnick's swank new orleans penthouse | open

[65]

[ ♪ (no not really i'm sorry)

ANYWAY since finnick has this swank ass penthouse, he tries to ... actually be in it sometimes. even though he does end up spending most of his time at the hotel, it would be suspicious if he didn't live there every now and then.

and at some point he ... threw a party, ok. and invited everyone. look at this shit. live it up, y'all. there's an open bar.

however, finnick, at the moment, is sprawled out on one of the couches engaged in a game of cat's cradle. don't hate, he's hot enough to make that look absolutely enthralling.]

[witchwoman]

[Myri actually dressed herself this time. So what if someone had probably helped her buy the dress before the party...

At some point, she ends up finding Finnick with his strange mess of string. She stands nearby, head tilted slightly as she tries to figure it out without asking, but eventually she gives in.]

What exactly are you doing?

Finnick's Party // OPEN

[socialgraces]

[Francesca's in town, checking up on Finnick and planning to visit with the rest of the group. Here she is hanging out at Finnick's pad, sipping on something from the open bar and waiting to come across someone she recognizes.]

[chessing]

[ HERE'S SOMEONE. Jack pauses a bit down the bar, sounding pleasantly surprised. ] Francesca? I wasn't aware you were coming.