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]

[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.]