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. ]

Comments

[bittersweeter]

Why not.

[Girl. Lila don't play that. If she's going to do something bad, there's going to be a reason.

It doesn't have to be a very big reason, granted.]

[spellfile]

[ 8| grumpily: ] Because I asked so nicely.

[bittersweeter]

[Mmmm, nope.]

So, you can tell me the truth and I'll pretend this never happened, which could take a while, really. Or, option two, because we're being nice: You could take me with.

[spellfile]

Not gonna happen. This ain't a field trip.

[bittersweeter]

[Most nonchalant shrug. Deliberately slides the log book towards her and uncaps a pen.]

Lucky your name is so easy to remember.

[spellfile]

Yeah, nothing smarter than pissing off the guy you rely on to make sure your exploding pens in the field work right. Good call. Definitely worth making some kind of petulant statement.

[bittersweeter]

I thought so. See when I signed up for this, they made me promise not to lie. [Pen to paper.] Of course, if you took me with you, I wouldn't have time to write anything down.

[spellfile]

[ nice try, gurl. gonna have to roll a diplomacy check for that shit. ] It ain't lying if nobody asks.

[bittersweeter]

[Diplomacy check of 30.] There's this wonderful thing called a lie of omission.

[ARE YOU LATE YET, FOR THIS IMPORTANT SHIT YOU NEED TO DO?]

[spellfile]

[ HE HATES YOU LILA ] And another wonderful thing called minding your own damn business, but apparently no one's heard of that one anymore. [ ugh whatever ] If you come, I'm not responsible for anything that happens to you. And who's gonna finish out your shift? You don't think it's not gonna look suspicious for you to jump ship in the middle of duty?

[bittersweeter]

[GLEE.

She scribbles a note that reads "Back in Five" and hits the phone to turn the ringer off so her absence it not just really super obvious. (Int 19 or IDEK escape artist 24?) The pen gets shoved in her ponytail and she all but leaps around the desk.]

Emergency cigarette break, I only have a half hour left.

[spellfile]

And what exactly is my guarantee that you're not going to use anything you learn for attempted blackmail purposes, since you're obviously not above it?

[bittersweeter]

Because blackmailing you would get myself in trouble, insomuch as admitting I bailed on my shift and effectively ran away from home?

[spellfile]

... Fine.

If you've got any electronic devices, though, leave 'em here. All of 'em. I don't care if it's a digital watch.

[bittersweeter]

[Well, seeing as Lila's watch is a Movado and very non-digital and her phone was in her car and thus not on her person, she's pretty electronic free. She holds up her hands like surrender.]

I'm all set, then.

[spellfile]

Then let's go, dammit. You've already wasted enough of my time. [ grumble grumble grumble, he heads towards the front doors ]

[bittersweeter]

[You bet your ass she's following.]