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

[uncurse]

And you're looking to be a knight. Not exactly the family business.

[bittersweeter]

[Get ready for some honesty, yo.]

I'm seventeen and I know how to kill people, what else am I going to do?

[uncurse]

Get away from it. Find a life where you don't have to. [ that's what she'd tried to do. when she got out of prison, when she realized neal wasn't coming back, she'd gotten as far away from the theft and confidence arts as she could manage. all but got whiplash going to the other side. ]

[bittersweeter]

[LOL you're cute.]

Mmm, yeah. I'm sure the Starbucks down the street will give me free room and board and health benefits if I work for them, even though I don't have a work visa or any viable identification. [She purses her lips because it's not like she didn't think about this. She knew she had choices, they just weren't reasonable ones in comparison.]

Besides, I'm good at what I do.

[And... if ever his stupid face came through, Lila could protect him. And then kill him.]

[uncurse]

The Knights do that kind of thing, you know. Help people find job placement when they've been displaced. Not all the people they help after they've come through the Veil wind up as Knights. [ she held up her hands. passive surrender. ] Not trying to talk you out of it. But, you've got options. Even if it doesn't look like it.

[bittersweeter]

How old were you when you quit your life of crime? [Because Lila's not stupid, she can read well enough between the lines. And this isn't the speech a straight and narrow would give her.

She's not going to quit. At least not till the month is up and she can quit with that brunette bitch's jewelry in hand. But no one has ever tried to talk her out of being the next head of the Zacharov family, not even Cassel. Wynn hadn't even tried to talk her out of the knighthood. She wants to know what makes the real world so much better that she has a reason to quit. ]

[uncurse]

Twenty.

[ just long enough to get her fresh start after neal. after she realized he wasn't coming back. after she'd finished purging herself of the pain of him leaving and her having to give up her baby. having kids in prison, you had three choices: foster care (hell no), family (didn't have any), and flat-out adoption. she'd done what was right by that baby, she honestly believed it. but that didn't make it sting less. ]

That was eight years ago.

[bittersweeter]

Why?

[It's quiet, because she knows it's not a question that has an easier answer. It's so much easier to just stay, leaving is hard. And maybe the quiet is an out, she's not always unnecessarily cruel, she's given the option of feigning deafness.]

[uncurse]

[ she seems to really consider it. rests her elbows on the front desk, leaning over. intent. ]

Because I realized that ... as long as those were the choices I was making, I was going to keep meeting one kind of person, and it was only ever going to end with me getting screwed. [ a beat. her smile tightens, and she shakes her head. ] Not in the good way.

[bittersweeter]

[She can understand that. She was born into that environment -- she was a worker, she stuck with workers, be default of her birth, her brain chemistry, she was a criminal before she could tie her own shoes because she couldn't stop herself from working. Dream work wasn't like transformation work or physical work, it was subtler, easier to trigger without thinking about it.

According to the law, Lila was a criminal when she was four.

So her father taught her to embrace it, how to deal with the blow back, how to revel in the effect her power had, how to enjoy it. Her friends were the children of her parents friends, workers themselves. The only non-worker she ever really knew was Cassel and it turned out he was the rarest worker of them all.

Lila understood meeting the same people, over and over, but they were her people. She was, quite literally, a child of circumstance. But that circumstance brought her Cassel and, through him, Sam and Daneca. Those were the only good things in her life and they were there because of her criminal misdeeds.]

I get that. I'm just not sure I can get screwed over harder than I already have.

[uncurse]

The knights aren't exactly criminal, you know. I doubt they'd be thrilled if you went around killing people, and something tells me a place like this doesn't screw you over.

[ sry lila but you're going straight. you're just in denial. ]

Not the worst place you could end up with your ... skillset. Not the best, but ... not the worst.

[bittersweeter]

Yeah, I did get that with their little spiel. [And well, Eric's stick up his ass-ness.] I can do other stuff too, I'm not just a murderer.

[Because seventeen year olds should really have to make that distinction.]

[uncurse]

Never said you were.

[ she says it in a way that maybe casts doubt on whether or not she genuinely believes that. because throwing it out there? comes off sliiiiightly defensive. ]

[bittersweeter]

Sure.

[ :| ]

[uncurse]

[ the phone jingled on the receiver. emma straightened up, eyes flicking over to it, then to lila again. ]

I'll let you get back to work.

[bittersweeter]

Thanks. ...for the food.

[And then she picks up the phone.] We're closed. [And hangs it up again.

Oops.]