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.]

Comments

[behindcloseddoors]

[ he doesn't seem to find that funny dessss. ]

Hmph. You will begin with basic work for us when we call upon you: delivery of items and people, bodyguard work, thisss sort of thing. Have you used a gun before?

[nothingsodivine]

[Des gives him a cheeky look.] The bullets go in the other guy.

[behindcloseddoors]

[ a long suffering eyeroll meets the flippant response ] Your contact's name will be Lanny, and he will deliver all instructions to you via a P.O. Box. You'll check it daily, before 9 am. If you need to contact Lanny directly, you'll send a blank text to thiss number. [ he slides a piece of paper out of his pocket and hands it to Des ] Don't waste his time with frivolousss matterss.

[nothingsodivine]

Lanny. Don't ask stupid questions. Got it. [He stares at the remainder of his human steak and looks up, figuring he might as well milk this for all its worth.] So can I get a to-go box or...?

[behindcloseddoors]

[ the snake blood snorts, as if he thinks des is just being impertinent again, but he steps out the door, and momentarily, someone drops a white stryofoam box in front of him ]

Enjoy it.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des drops his steak in his to-go box and stands up.] Pleasure doin' business with you.

[That totally went better than expected and he might need to go puke now.]