new orleans ♔ sing like it's going to be your last day

[romanticidal]

♬ Happy Birthday Song - Andrew Bird

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 || Sunday Nov 18th, night through Mon, November 26th, 2012 [Backdated]
HOW || Actionspam, don't sweat tag order! Feel free to threadjack everywhere too :)

[ The last mission was something of a mixed bag: while Thomas' team successfully infiltrated the underground levels, discovering the truth about Chad & company's diabolical experiments grafting human DNA into Shadowkind in an attempt to make their human mind control technology work on Shadow, the team searching for the relics ran afoul of Iscariot agent, Alexander Anderson. The deadly regenerator was there to kill Rafael, but Jack held him off long enough for the others to escape. Meanwhile, Finnick and Myri learned some interesting information about the state of affairs at NOVA Records...

This log covers any work and non-work related shenanigans the Knights have while staying in New Orleans, immediately following the last log and extending over the next week. This will be the Knight's last week in New Orleans before they return to the castle for the holidays / do some other filler things so we can catch up to the rest of the world chronologically. (except for characters who have IC reasons not to).

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. There will be a few group scenes, which I'll alert everyone to on Plurk. They may not all be posted immediately, so keep an eye on this post for new threads as time goes by. ]

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Spike | OTA

[bigbad]

[Spike's in the kitchen, experimenting with blood. By which I mean, he's got a mug of blood with croutons in it and he's eating it with a spoon and enjoying the crunch.

He's also got a book of Tennyson's poems out that he's browsing while he eats.

Spike is such a normal guy....]

[slay]

And allow me to be the first to point out eww.

[ it's no surprise she opts first for the insult. buffy's not in the best place right now - jack might have done a good job of cheering her up, but the mission unsettled her. she's not some unstoppable force. she doesn't get a free pass from the danger by being stronger than everything they come up against. between the mind master and anderson, it's ... not good. she's gone from being the big fish in a small pond to being a very tiny fish surrounded by sharks. ]

[bigbad]

[He puts down the book and smirks at her, unmoved by her insult.] Plain blood gets boring, real food doesn't fill me up, seemed like a good compromise. I'm thinking of adding spices next time.

[slay]

I know I should be grateful you're even using a mug instead of licking at us every time we skin our knees, but mostly? Just grossed out. [ she wrinkles her nose, shaking her head. she tosses a roll of bandages to him. ] And as fascinating as your nightmare of a diet is, it's not what I'm here for.

[bigbad]

[He could point out that it's particularly hard around her because she smells so delicious. He could, but he doesn't.]

Oh? What is it, then?

[slay]

Bandage swap. [ she lifts her shirt a little to show the current ones wrapped around her abdomen to cover the stab wounds from anderson. ] The last thing I want is to scare Myri about priest guy. [ or have her worrying over buffy's injuries and her propensity for them. ] They've been healing okay on their own. [ she lowers her shirt again and nods toward her room. ] So, could I get a hand?

[bigbad]

[Wow, Buffy, you are asking a lot of this platonic friend who has less-than-platonic feelings for you. Too bad he's incapable of turning her down for anything.]

All right. Let me just finish eating. [Especially if he's about to deal with her blood. He'd rather not go in hungry. He drops the spoon and starts slurping up the rest of the blood. Which, luckily, isn't all that much.]

[slay]

Right. You do that, I'll just finish gagging. [ disgust crosses her expression, and she turns her face away. blegh. too bad there's no shutting out the slurping noises. ]

[bigbad]

[Whatever he doesn't get weird about it when she's eating. Probably because he likes her food too.

He finishes his drink and puts the mug down on the table, standing up.]

Right then. Do you have the stuff?

[notaroundme]

[For some reason the croutons has her way more weirded out than the blood, now that she has the extra bit of information.]

Is that the vampire's version of tomato soup?

[Because if she didn't know better, that's what she would have assumed it was.]

[bigbad]

[Spike looks amused at the idea and shrugs.] Suppose so. Next I'll have to try the vampire's version of a Bloody Mary.

[notaroundme]

And that's what? The same thing except trade out the croutons for a couple of olives and a celery stick?

[Her expression is equally amused. She's also raising her eyebrows at him.]

[bigbad]

Also vodka. [Seriously, can't forget the most important part.]

[notaroundme]

Right. How could I leave out the best part?

[Because blood and celery is most definitely not that.]

I don't mind, by the way. Obviously.

[About the whole vampire thing.]

[bigbad]

Mind what? [Look he doesn't think about it much when he's not... thinking about it.]

[notaroundme]

Let's put it this way. I don't remember a whole lot about home, but something I do remember?

Vampires. They were a thing. A big thing.

[bigbad]

Oh, right, that. I suppose I never mentioned it. [He takes another spoonful of his "tomato" soup.] Seeing as it's not really something I can change, I'm glad to hear you don't mind.

[rationalizes]

[ gar looks straight past the blood. what does she see?? ]

I didn't know you enjoyed Tennyson!

[bigbad]

[Oh, Gar, never change.]

He's bloody brilliant. Of course I enjoy him.

[rationalizes]

Do you have a favorite? [ she picks up the book, thumbing through it excitedly ]

[bigbad]

I don't know. Maybe the one about 'tis better to have loved and lost et cetera. [He doesn't remember having loved anyone, unless his feelings for Buffy count. And yet, still it rings true to him. He'd rather take that risk.]

[rationalizes]

It is quite a celebrated passage. Such a powerful declaration of the strength of his friendship with Arthur Hallam. [ she enthusiastically settles on another, smoothing the page flat ] You know, I must admit his rendition of "The Lady of Shalott" has come to mind sometimes when I think about Miss Jade.

[ ♬ Shalott (Cue Reprise) - Emilie Autumn

she clears her throat and reads bits and pieces: ]

Four gray walls, and four gray towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley,
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly,
Down to tower’d Camelot:
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers “ ’Tis the fairy
Lady of Shalott.”

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

And moving thro’ a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot:

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror’s magic sights,
For often thro’ the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot:
Or when the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed:
“I am half sick of shadows,” said
The Lady of Shalott.

[bigbad]

[By the time she's done, Spike's got a dumb grin on. He really likes poetry, okay.]

Bloody brilliant. Man had a way with words. Wish I could write like that, but whenever I've tried, I've-- [wait no that came out wrong.] I mean, I haven't tried.

[SUBJECT CHANGE WHAT WERE THEY TALKING ABOUT? Oh right. Jade.] Must be hard, not remembering while Rafael's all over her.

[rationalizes]

Hmm? Oh! Yes, well... that too, of course. [ romance: not where gar's brain goes first ]

I primarily meant her strange connection to Nightscape. The way she seems so loath to leave it, despite the surreal nature of that world. All those guests returning night after night without even a memory of who she is... being unable to become a part of anyone's life. It seems such a terribly lonely existence, even with all of them clamoring for her attention.

[bigbad]

[It's where Spike's brain goes. (unsure) He's a little ridiculous like that.]

Oh, right. Yeah, that too. [He takes the book back and glances at the poem again.] All the stuff about magic and shadows. Suppose it's hard to stop dreaming once you've started.