open ♔ march castle socialization

[shootfirst]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, etc!
WHEN || Any time during the second half of March
HOW || Actionspam

[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of this half of the month.

You are encouraged to start your own threads and tag around, and feel free to threadjack into any on-going threads that aren't specified as 'closed' in the subject lines since people can enter into rooms even in the middle of what's going on. You can also specify 'single thread', meaning you want only one response for all participants, rather than multi-thread, where a number of different scenes/threads can be done as replies to the top prompt. ]

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front desk ♔ (ota/multi-thread)

[behindcloseddoors]

[ All squires have to do their time assigned to desk duty once in awhile. They're required to monitor activity at the front gate, have guests sign in to a large, ancient looking yellowing tome, direct inquiries, disperse and record keys to company vehicles, etc. This job seen as a test of patience and responsibility. The job also entails fielding any phone calls made to the "Karthur Institute", the Knights' cover organization, and doing their best to discourage questioning (by putting people on hold eternally, accidentally hanging on them when transferring their call, answering questions as vaguely as possible, etc. etc.). Shifts at "the desk" are scheduled in eight hour blocks. Food is brought out to the desk by the kitchen staff.

Feel free to rp out your time on desk duty here... you never know who might show up. ]

[unhand]

[Oh boy, guess who's the absolute worst at this? Killian "what is that strange device and why is it making a ringing noise" Jones.

Currently, he's napping. Which means he's doing a much better job than when he's awake, honestly.]

[bittersweeter]

I can certainly transfer you, if you wouldn't mind holding a moment. Wonderful, thank you.

[Lila cradled the phone gently, wrinkling her nose at her own sickly sweet and charming voice. She spent a minute looking at her book before picking up the phone again, her voice falling into the stereotypical Jersey nasal tones that the "Real" Housewives had.]

T&A Mortuary, you stab 'em, we slab 'em. [A pause.] Nah, sorry, wrong number. Happens all the time.

[She hung up the phone with a plunk and went back to her book. Whoops.]

[uncurse]

[ emma's got her feet kicked up on the desk and a crossword puzzle out. she's chewing on her pencil, and she's spent four of the past six hours in this exact same position. she's ready to be done, except that she's got two hours to go.

she didn't get a fancy wisdom check, so when the phone rings, she just leans forward to grab it off the receiver, and answers; ] Karthur Institute, how may I direct your call? [ she then puts them on hold for five minutes, and disconnects the line shortly thereafter. ]

[uncease]

[David doesn't do well with lying. He's just not very good at it. When the phone rings for the first time on his first shift at the desk, he eyes it nervously before picking up on the third ring.]

Karthur Institute. How may I- Sorry? Can you speak up? I can't- I think we have a bad connection. Try again later? Thank you.

[He hangs up quickly, hopeful that the phone won't ring for awhile yet.]

section head office hours ♔ (ota/multi-thread)

[eldritchweaver]

[ the section heads are in their offices throughout the day, each of which is located in or by their section's wing in the castle. if you'd like to speak to any of them, just make a thread below!

section heads are:

sir hasmed | dragon's fire
sir solace | dragon's light
sir koraith | dragon's tongue
sir dovan ironsides | dragon's hide
sir lis'sa trinall | dragon's hoard

tia ellison, head of the dragon's mind, doesn't have her own office here. ]

2nd floor, early march ♔ (single thread)

[bancroft]

[ thomas is heading up the steps, reaching the second landing as your character walks by. he seems to be going somewhere, but that doesn't stop the boisterously friendly dragon's claw from stopping to give an enthusiastic: ] Halloa! How are you this fine morning?

[socialgraces]

[The enthusiasm throws her a bit, but it doesn't take her long to notice that little twinkle in his eye. He seems too excited for just business-as-usual.] I'm... good. [She smirks.] And you?

march 20th gardening Ω ota / multi-thread / poodles

[graveflowers]

[Spriiiiiiing, it has sprung! And while this is probably not important to most people, to the daughter of the goddess of Springtime, it's pretty much a big deal. Like Christmas! Or Arbor Day! Oh, no, that's probably only a big deal to her too... Earth Day? No? Nothing? That's her birthday, at least. Whatever, environmentalism is cool now, get with the program, gosh.

Anyway, spring is springing and Violet is taking advantage of the natural boost she gets in the six months of the year her mom pops up from the Underworld like a whack-a-mole. Which is why she can be found outside in the back garden, digging in the dirt of the forlorn looking flower beds. She's not at all pale anymore, suddenly tan and glowing like she'd had a facial and her hair looks freshly deep conditioned. Spring rocks.

A moment after her hands dig into the dirt, the dead flowers decorating the grounds burst into bloom. She rocks back on her heels and unearths her hands, wiping them on her tee shirt before brushing her hair back from her face, supremely self-satisfied.]

[luthir]

[ guess who spends a lot of time outdoors? ELVES.

so when violet looks up eventually, she'd see her favorite one, standing beneath a trellised arch on the path, wearing something other than armor for once, although his sword still hangs at his belt.

there's a strange expression on his face of mild surprise. it looks like he might even have been caught staring. when he sees her notice him, he says: ] Onalle naa vanima.

dragon's hoard lab ♔ (single thread)

[rationalizes]

[ as anyone who's gone through an equipment orientation knows, the mission equipment room requires walking through the dragon's hoard lab to reach. so anyone looking to pick up supplies for any reason might happen to walk past gar and lis'sa looking very engaged with some strange device at a table in the middle of the lab. a robot arm holds something very small aloft, and gar hits a button on the device...

and the thing held in the robot pincers starts on fire. :| gar gasps and looks over towards where your character stands, gesturing wildly at the fire extinguisher ] Oh! Help!

[uncease]

[A damsel in distress? David is quick to grab the fire extinguisher and aim it at the fire. His regular world job in a factory probably taught him some safety skills? His aim however, needs some work (dex 6) and he does a poor job of avoiding the two ladies from the nozzle's extinguishing wrath.]

castle forest ♔ (multi thread)

[technophobic]

[ behind the castle, past the paths that lead out of the giant garden, lies a large expanse of beautiful, peaceful forest.

well.

sort of peaceful.

anyone who goes wandering off that path might find themselves suddenly approached by the sound of hooves, and a large, older knight in full plate sporting an oversize broadsword on his back suddenly circling them, expression anything but friendly.. ]

Ye shouldn't be in these woods.

[graveflowers]

[Violet has found herself lost in the woods, which is easy when you have the directional aptitude of a cantelope. Since the cantelope has never managed to escape her fruit salad she's pretty sure it sucks at directions.

And sentience, but now you're just splitting hairs.

She's about to say fuck it and build herself a house -- she's not lost if she lives there -- when it's all hooves and horses and a sword taller than she is. Well, shit.]

Sorry dude, must've missed the 'Abandon all hope, ye who enter here' sign.

pool house ★ all the threads

[65]

[sometimes it all feels like a dream. it's not perfect, of course, there's still mutts and weird mind control shit apparently, but it's never as bad as it was in the arena. back in panem, when finnick was treated more like an object than a person. a nice, desirable object, but still an object. even though his pop star life here is superficially similar, it's not that bad. it could never be that bad. here he has a girl he's crazy over and friends who are actually friends. and he knows katniss and haymitch are safe too, even if he never sees them. but it still doesn't stop him from thinking that one day he'll wake up and everything will be gone.

anyway. on this day he was s-so lucky to take the path outside the castle that led to the pool building. (ok not really lucky because he probably asked someone and then they told him.)

it's not the ocean, but the pool is nice. it gives him a chance to clear his mind of all the reflection mentioned above. do some laps, roll around in the water like a cat if cats liked water. lounge by the side of the pool and think deep thoughts about life. all that stuff.]

[telekinection]

[ tia comes out of the showers in her suit and this is the only picture i can find of her wearing one. she's tying her hair up and she stops in surprise for a moment when she sees finnick lolling in the water, before resuming her steps toward the board ] Nice to see this place getting some more use.

[graveflowers]

[Soooo apparently Vi has attractive-dude-dar without even trying like it's some special skill. Which you know... probably never has it's uses but hey, you take what you can get.

Which is probably why she's wound up at the pool, because she's skinny to anorexic proportions, she will never be caught dead in a bathing suit, but her navigational skills -- they're seriously pathetic. And water is... nice, probably. Yeah, it's probably nice. She'll put her feet in.

And try not to objectify.]

not even at the castle/gives no fucks ♔ closed to finnick

[starfucker]

[ burt waltzes into finnick's recording session room looking pleased as punch ] Great news, sweetheart. Hope you waxed your balls recently, because have I got a hot date for you lined up.

w/e gurl it's your game

[65]

[his eyebrows slowly raise because what the fuck burt. but he's been awkwardly shoving him against so many celebrities it's not really that shocking tbh ...]

Oh?

ota

[bigbad]

[Spike has quit keeping his vampirism a secret. What does that mean?

Time to experiment with food awww yeah.

Currently he's adding like half a bottle of hot sauce. It keeps things interesting.]

[graveflowers]

Is that... [She recognizes that thick red liquid.] Oh that's gross.

Hot sauce from a bottle? Ew.

77 Kensington Gardens Square; Downtown HQ

[undealt]

[As he promised Faye, Gold seeks out Nessa to discuss the matter of private lessons for her squire. Unfortunately, because life likes to complicate matters, she spends her time not at the castle, so it's been difficult finding time to get away.

But here he is, downtown. At the headquarters. Because I am tired and lazy and cannot be more descriptive than that. IT IS A VERY PRETTY STREET. I HAVE GOOGLE MAPS OPEN AND EVERYTHING.

Anyway. Gold. In the lobby. Talkin' to your receptionists.] Is Nessa Harvey in today?

[SHE DAMN WELL BETTER BE.]

[wildmind]

[ The main lobby area boasts an impressive silver dragon statue, about seven feet tall, immediately to the right of the entrance. The room is done in comforting wood and mahogany tones, and there's an array of tables and chairs across the room to the right, as well as a small piano. Statues of King Arthur and Lancelot flank the hallway that continues straight beyond the lobby, and there's a staircase leading up, with wooden dragon-shaped banisters, immediately beyond the bathroom door to the right.

On the left are two doors, and one of them leads into a room which also has a small reception window open, where Gold is received. Between the doors hangs an ornate blue and silver tapestry with even more dragon imagery. It is an exercise in subtlety all around.

The woman working reception, an elf with violet eyes and blonde hair, looks up at him, apparently recognizing him from around.

"She's here, yes, right down the--" and she's cut off as Nessa herself appears from the back hallway. ]

You're supposed to say 'depends who's asking'. They never learn.

CLOSED ♔ buffy & wynn

[wynn]

[ trogdor was a man

a DRAGON man

and now he's knocking on buffy's dooooooooor ]

[slay]

[ BUT SHE WASN'T EXPECTING COMPANY.

buffy trudges to the door in sweats and a tank top with her hair up in a messy bun. yep enjoy hobo chic, wynn. she pulls the door open. ]

I - You - ... Hi.