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

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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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[bancroft]

[ well with her nat 20 check, all the men in the bar are now gathered around, gesturing for her to take their hand so they can lift her down. thomas laughs at this from beyond them, folding his arms across his chest ]

Seems you've got all the help you need.

[witchwoman]

[Myri looks at Thomas confused, but then notices all the men hovering around the table. Yes, she's that oblivious. Yes, it's that adorable.]

Oh! [She blushes deeply and takes the nearest hand, getting herself to safer, more solid ground.] Thank you. [She says to the man, obviously a little flustered.] I should be getting back... uhm... to my friend.

[bancroft]

[ they try to step in front of her, hovering and smiling with cries of: "Oh, let us buy you another, love! You can't leave already!" and so on.

thomas sits down on a stool at the bar again, smirking to himself as he orders another. ]

[witchwoman]

[Oh dear. Myri isn't used to this sort of attention at all.]

...Oh... Well, I suppose another drink couldn't hurt...

[bancroft]

[ captain smirky's just gonna be over here keeping an eye on things while all the men get their flirt on. he'll step in of things get out of life, but no one seems less than well meaning. one more fort save to see how she handles any further boozing. ]

[witchwoman]

[Hoo boy with a fort save of 9, the second drink is apparently doing her no favors. She sips away at the drink and tries to give each man some of her attention (she doesn't want to be rude, after all) but the world is spinning a little. She reaches out for something to stead herself on.]

[nosdacariad]

[ and it's ... mark? who looks surprised at what's going on out here ] Uh... hey.

[witchwoman]

[As soon as she recognizes him, Myri's face splits into the biggest grin.]

Mark! Thomas, it's Mark!

[nosdacariad]

Uh... hey! Myri... [ he keeps a hand on her to steady her, looking from face to face. he seems just a tiny bit concerned under his brief smile. ] What's going on out here?

[witchwoman]

We were singing. [She says plainly, looking at his hand but still smiling.]

Didn't you hear?

[nosdacariad]

I think the whole hotel heard, really...

[witchwoman]

[She just grins and laughs, obviously pleased with herself.]

Did you like it? Thomas told me to sing a song from home.

[nosdacariad]

It definitely had a ring to it. What are, uh, what are you guys drinking?

[witchwoman]

What was it you called it, Thomas? Fey wine?

[bancroft]

You should try some, Sandazhard. Puts hair on a man's chest, if you're human.

[nosdacariad]

I'm sure that's... just what Myri wants to hear.

[witchwoman]

[Cue Myri's drunk ass tugging at her shirt to look for hair.]

..What?

[bancroft]

The lady's just having a bit of fun. You don't need to play big brother.

[witchwoman]

Awh, don't pick on Mark! [Myri links her arm through his, looking up at him fondly.] Have a drink with us? Please?

[nosdacariad]

[ he gulps a little, looking between her and the room and thomas ] Oh, I, uh, I don't usually uh, that is...

[witchwoman]

Here. [She pushes her half empty cup at him.] We shared ice cream before, so you can have and I'll go get another one.

[nosdacariad]

Orrr we could all take the party ... upstairs. Get a good old game of Monopoly going...

[witchwoman]

[And she just stops- that infinite modern curiosity just too much]

Monopoly?

[bancroft]

A time honored way to suck all the fun out of the atmosphere.

[witchwoman]

[Mryi frowns.] Perhaps we could make it fun. We could bring the fey wine?