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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[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.

[rationalizes]

Do you think that's what it could be? An... an addiction of some sort?

[bigbad]

Maybe. Why else would everyone keep going back?

[rationalizes]

Well, the thrill of the mystery itself, perhaps. Not knowing what occurred, being able to act as if it were all really just a dream...

[bigbad]

Yeah, people were certainly acting like there were no consequences in the real world.

[rationalizes]

I still can't help but wonder who would create such a place. And how Jade would have wound up there.

[bigbad]

Suppose I can ask her when I go to Chicago. If she even knows.

[rationalizes]

It's worth asking.

[bigbad]

Does seem like the sort of place that'd bear a bit more investigation.

[rationalizes]

It's difficult to call what goes on there illegal, but I'd feel safer knowing there was nothing sinister behind it.

[bigbad]

Somehow, I doubt we'll be that lucky. [He gives a bit of a smirk.] But you never know.

[rationalizes]

I suppose we'll see. [ she draws a little bottle of oj out of the fridge ] Enjoy your poetry.

[bigbad]

Thanks, love. [He takes another spoonful of his bloody monstrosity of a meal.]