open ♔ march castle socialization

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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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[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.]

[witchwoman]

[Myri place a hand over the girl's eyes, her longer and slender fingers slightly cool to the touch. She's gentle and careful to keep her pressure as light as possible. Her eyes close slowly and she breathes evenly, seeking the Void to reach her gift. The blackness engulfs her and she follows her own cord of life, crystal and purple in color, down into the Void. Her gift searches out for Violet's lifeline. A cord pulses in the Void, shades of green interwoven organically. In the midst of it, a spot of vivid red is seared into the cord. She reaches out carefully and draws the red slowly out of the green, pulling it back, little by little. Thankfully, the pain is small (comparatively, anyway) and in a localized area, so it's not long before Myri has pulled it out completely.

She untangles herself from the green cord and follows her life cord back up and out of the Void. As her eyes open, she pulls her hand back away from the girl's face.]

How do you feel?

[graveflowers]

...good?

[She says it a little like she's confused by it. She's used to ambrosia which feels like being dipped in a hot tub after being in the snow, all hot and fevery because it was close to killing her. (Oops.) She didn't have much time to get used to Risa's healing because it was a little wham, bam, thank you, ma'am.

She does feel better, the pain is gone. But now she feels like a schmuck. Which is just super.]

Yes. Good, thanks. [She should get up, but she's embarrassed. She does really need to wash her hands though.] Really, thank you.

[To Spike, she adds:] You too, thanks. Can you stir the hot sauce so it doesn't burn?

[Priorities.]

[bigbad]

Sure, pet. [Because it's... his hot sauce. And he's really glad she's as invested in it as he is. He goes over to stir it and glances over at Myri with a smile.]

Bloody amazing, as always.

[witchwoman]

I'm happy to help. [Thankfully, the work was small, so she doesn't feel too dizzy or weak. Still, she does have the urge to sit, so she makes herself comfortable and looks at the pot.]

So what is you're making? [Spike probably mentioned it but she was more concerned with the healing.]

[graveflowers]

[Violet doesn't feel like moving, so she doesn't. Although hand-washing is a thing she should do, still. ...In a minute.]

Hot sauce for Spike's blood. Because he thought the stuff in the bottle was good.

[She makes a face. He thought wrong, okay? Very wrong.]

[bigbad]

I didn't think it was good!

[He actually looks offended. He looks over at Myri, determined to defend himself.]

Just thought it would be more interesting than plain blood.

[witchwoman]

[Myri has experienced some foods with Spike but can't recall anything call hot sauce (knowledge 11), so she just steps closer and looks at them both curiously.]

What's it like? [A pause] The sauce. Not the blood.

[graveflowers]

Spicy? And, well, hot. It's made from these really hot peppers -- that burn, when you get them in your eyes.

[Okay. That's it. Sheepishly, she trudges over to the sink to wash her hands 57 times.]

[witchwoman]

[She peers in the pot.]

Can I try it?

[bigbad]

[Still stirring like a pro.]

Sure. Might wanna find something other than blood, though.

[witchwoman]

What goes with... hot sauce? [She's not savvy here people!]

[graveflowers]

Chicken, usually. I think. I put it on Mac and cheese. [And all her cooked vegetables, actually.]

[witchwoman]

[She looks between both of them.] Do you have a suggestion for a first time? [Look, Spike has done the food-introduction thing for her before. She trusts his judgment, and now Vi's by proxy.]

[bigbad]

[Spike glances at Vi and shrugs.]

Mac and cheese sounds good. Do we have any?

Maybe eggs. Those aren't hard.

[graveflowers]

Mmm, eggs is probably easiest.

[Wiping her hands off with a dish towel, she pokes around in the fridge and... comes out successful! With a carton of eggs.]

And we have eggs. The hot sauce is probably done, if you wanna turn down the burner.