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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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.

[bigbad]

[Spike shrugs, licking a finger.] I like it. Spicy. Makes food interesting.

[graveflowers]

But it's.... ugh, that's not even real. It's like cayenne pepper and spit. If you're gonna go for hot sauce at least make it real stuff. That' not even spicy, anyway, I used to do shots of that crap.

[bigbad]

I ran out of the good stuff. [He wasn't expecting to be out of New Orleans this long okay.] Have you got anything better?

[graveflowers]

Depends on if this place has the ingredients. I will take pity on your poor soul and make you some, because this shit is just sad and I feel sorry for you.

[bigbad]

[He shrugs and gestures at the cabinets.] I'll get more blood.

[graveflowers]

[With a supremely beautiful nat 20 wisdom, Vi remembers the recipe by heart. Like, really, that's what the veil leaves behind? Hot sauce? And she manages to find everything in the cabinets and the fridge so she sets to making it, mixing everything in a sauce pan on the stove.]

So is blood an everyday thing for you? [Not that she's judging. Just curious.]

[bigbad]

Yeah. It's a vampire thing. [He watches curiously because he's never seen hot sauce being made THAT HE REMEMBERS.]

[graveflowers]

Huh. That's cool, my first vampire.

[Yes, good, watch closely. Because right after she chops the onions and the jalapeno pepper into the pan (dex 14), she rubs at her eyes, which were watering from the onions.

Without washing her hands. (Int 4) Wait for it...]

[bigbad]

[Spike notices (spot 19) but considering his knowledge (plants that fuck your shit up) check sucks (4), he doesn't move to stop her or anything, instead going to sniff at the hot sauce as it cooks.]

[graveflowers]

[She pokes at the pan with her spoon, wincing slightly. Why do her eyes suddenly sting? Maybe it's just the onions, stupid onions.

Poke poke. Wince. Sting sting. Ow, no, this is really starting to hurt. She lifts her hand to rub at her eyes again, except...]

Oh... no.

[And then, like a toddler noticing her scraped knee is bleeding, the heels of her hands press to her eyes and she whimpers pitifully.] Oh, okay, that is actual burning pain. Ow. Oh my god.

[bigbad]

[Spike is not taking her pain seriously just yet.]

That hot, huh? Can't wait to taste it.

[But okay, that's probably... not good. He steps in, frowning.]

Should I get one of the clerics?

[graveflowers]

[She can't even say that, yes, it's hot, it's going to be delicious, because blinding eye pain is surprisingly all encompassing and all she can get out is:] Please.

[And then she just sits down against the oven because standing is just so overrated and the floor is so nice and cool.]

[bigbad]

[And off he rushes to find the nearest cleric!]

[witchwoman]

[Myri just happens to be the closest cleric, which is fortunate for Spike, because she would have stopped to say hello anyway, even if he wasn't rushing around like a crazy person. Her smile at noticing him quickly drops.]

Spike? Spike! What's wrong?

[bigbad]

Myri! Bloody brilliant. [He grabs her hand and starts pulling her towards the kitchen.] This girl was making me hot sauce and she... burned her eyes out or something.

[witchwoman]

[Myri's heard of worse injuries, but this is certainly the most creative way to harm yourself that she's seen since coming to the Knights. She follows along, jogging lightly to keep up.]

How did she-?

[bigbad]

[Wisdom check 9 means he's got no clue. He shrugs.]

No clue. She was find one moment, then... [He mimes eyeballs exploding.]

[witchwoman]

[Myri's eyes widen and she picks up her pace.]

We must hurry!

[bigbad]

[AND THEN THEY MAKE IT TO THE KITCHEN Spike hurries over to Vi's side.]

I brought Myri. She's bloody brilliant.

[graveflowers]

[She'd managed to grab a dish cloth and press that to her eyes instead of her pepper stained hands because it was probably counter productive to keep touching her face.

She looks up, but she can't manage to open her eyes, because that it the most painful part. Her eyes that are all red and pink and tender looking. Her pain tolerance is usually high, but now she can totally see the use of pepper spray.

It's super effective.]

'kay.

[witchwoman]

[Once the girl is in sight, Myri drops Spike's hand and rushes forward. Already, she can feel the pain resonating from the poor girl.] Spike, turn off the lights, please. Leave the one on at the far end...

[Her hands gently remove the cloth so that she can get a better look at what she's dealing with.]

Oh, you poor thing... Try to be still, alright?

[bigbad]

[Spike hurries to obey and shut off the lights, then moves forward again to hover over the two of them.]

[graveflowers]

As a statue, got it.

[And she does just that, trying to keep perfectly still.]