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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front desk ♔ (ota/multi-thread)

[behindcloseddoors]

[ All squires have to do their time assigned to desk duty once in awhile. They're required to monitor activity at the front gate, have guests sign in to a large, ancient looking yellowing tome, direct inquiries, disperse and record keys to company vehicles, etc. This job seen as a test of patience and responsibility. The job also entails fielding any phone calls made to the "Karthur Institute", the Knights' cover organization, and doing their best to discourage questioning (by putting people on hold eternally, accidentally hanging on them when transferring their call, answering questions as vaguely as possible, etc. etc.). Shifts at "the desk" are scheduled in eight hour blocks. Food is brought out to the desk by the kitchen staff.

Feel free to rp out your time on desk duty here... you never know who might show up. ]

section head office hours ♔ (ota/multi-thread)

[eldritchweaver]

[ the section heads are in their offices throughout the day, each of which is located in or by their section's wing in the castle. if you'd like to speak to any of them, just make a thread below!

section heads are:

sir hasmed | dragon's fire
sir solace | dragon's light
sir koraith | dragon's tongue
sir dovan ironsides | dragon's hide
sir lis'sa trinall | dragon's hoard

tia ellison, head of the dragon's mind, doesn't have her own office here. ]

2nd floor, early march ♔ (single thread)

[bancroft]

[ thomas is heading up the steps, reaching the second landing as your character walks by. he seems to be going somewhere, but that doesn't stop the boisterously friendly dragon's claw from stopping to give an enthusiastic: ] Halloa! How are you this fine morning?

[unhand]

[Oh boy, guess who's the absolute worst at this? Killian "what is that strange device and why is it making a ringing noise" Jones.

Currently, he's napping. Which means he's doing a much better job than when he's awake, honestly.]

[reallywicked]

[Faye has no reason to be at the desk, but when she walks past and catches sight of the sleeping pirate, she can't resist. She slides up to the desk, glancing around before clearing her throat loudly.]

Ahem!

[bittersweeter]

I can certainly transfer you, if you wouldn't mind holding a moment. Wonderful, thank you.

[Lila cradled the phone gently, wrinkling her nose at her own sickly sweet and charming voice. She spent a minute looking at her book before picking up the phone again, her voice falling into the stereotypical Jersey nasal tones that the "Real" Housewives had.]

T&A Mortuary, you stab 'em, we slab 'em. [A pause.] Nah, sorry, wrong number. Happens all the time.

[She hung up the phone with a plunk and went back to her book. Whoops.]

[graveflowers]

[Ring ring. The phone is ringing and the scruffy dude is sleeping, so while Violet is walking past, she dangles over the desk and scoops up the phone, poking the sleeping dragon while she's at it.

The person on the other end of the phone gets to hear the most chipper of all voices.]

Hello, you've reached the Karthur Institute, this is Alexandrina speaking, how may I direct your call, Sir or Madame? [She pauses to listen. 'sup, bro.] Oh, I'm so sorry to have to tell you, but I'm afraid he's died. It was rather sudden. You're welcome to make a small donation to a charity of your choosing in his honor or a floral arraignment that I will personally make sure his friends and family receive... Yes, mhmm. Have a super day!

[And that is how you answer a damn phone.]

march 20th gardening Ω ota / multi-thread / poodles

[graveflowers]

[Spriiiiiiing, it has sprung! And while this is probably not important to most people, to the daughter of the goddess of Springtime, it's pretty much a big deal. Like Christmas! Or Arbor Day! Oh, no, that's probably only a big deal to her too... Earth Day? No? Nothing? That's her birthday, at least. Whatever, environmentalism is cool now, get with the program, gosh.

Anyway, spring is springing and Violet is taking advantage of the natural boost she gets in the six months of the year her mom pops up from the Underworld like a whack-a-mole. Which is why she can be found outside in the back garden, digging in the dirt of the forlorn looking flower beds. She's not at all pale anymore, suddenly tan and glowing like she'd had a facial and her hair looks freshly deep conditioned. Spring rocks.

A moment after her hands dig into the dirt, the dead flowers decorating the grounds burst into bloom. She rocks back on her heels and unearths her hands, wiping them on her tee shirt before brushing her hair back from her face, supremely self-satisfied.]

[unhand]

[Hook opens his eyes lazily and smirks at her.]

Were you sent to entertain me?

[unhand]

[Hook blinks awake, looking completely unashamed at how little he's taking his duties seriously. His feet are propped up on the desk, and he doesn't move when she pokes him, just smirks up at her as she finishes her phone conversation.]

Want to switch places? You're better at it.

[reallywicked]

Sent? No. But depending on the entertainment, I may be able to help you out.

[graveflowers]

This is true, I obviously am. ['cause you were sleeping, sir. She looks at her nails like it ain't no thang and swings around the corner of the desk so she can perch on it comfortably.] But no, I'm sorry dude, you are stuck with this crap. I pulled phone monkey duty yesterday. I made a giant bowl of paper stars and I ran out of fake names to use, so I need the break. And I think my fingers would fall off.

[luthir]

[ guess who spends a lot of time outdoors? ELVES.

so when violet looks up eventually, she'd see her favorite one, standing beneath a trellised arch on the path, wearing something other than armor for once, although his sword still hangs at his belt.

there's a strange expression on his face of mild surprise. it looks like he might even have been caught staring. when he sees her notice him, he says: ] Onalle naa vanima.

[telekinect]

[ sorry to interrupt your impending sexy times in the lobby, guys, but be glad this didn't happen five minutes later.

the front doors BURST open, and in comes tia, along with a few other generic knights, propping up a very very bloodied knight between them, who's oozing a trail onto the floor. tia looks to faye and hook and demands: ] CLERIC. CALL ONE DOWN. NOW.

[graveflowers]

[Standing beneath a trellised arch. Standing beneath a trellised arch.

Like he's not pretty enough to give anyone a complex already. Really? Luckily, she has more self-esteem than Lady Gaga so it doesn't bother her much. She presses her palm to the ground and after a couple seconds a vine creeps out, winding around the trellis. The vine stops and shudders and explodes into bloom. Wisteria everywhere.

Now that is an arch.

She wipes her hands on her shirt again and makes a face.] I have no idea what you just said, so I'm just going to assume it was a really awesome compliment.

[luthir]

[ his eyes follow the vine, which blossoms right beside his head, and he raises one hand very delicately to hover over it without touching the petals. ]

Beautiful.

[ he turns to look at her again, almost the shadow of an actual smile somewhere on his face ] I said your gift is beautiful.

[spellfile]

[ abruptly a laptop case is dropped on the desk in front of her loudly, and when she looks up, zero's hovering ] Glad to see people enjoying their work.

[socialgraces]

[The enthusiasm throws her a bit, but it doesn't take her long to notice that little twinkle in his eye. He seems too excited for just business-as-usual.] I'm... good. [She smirks.] And you?

[graveflowers]

Oh.

[Yes, that was actually a really awesome compliment and Violet is either blushing or she has a sunburn. She doesn't have a sunburn.

She straightens up, tugging at her shirt.] Um. Thanks.

[bittersweeter]

[Ahhh! And her pen goes streaking right across the page, ripping right through it. (Crit fail, a very critical fail.)]

...The librarian is going to kill me. [She glaces up with a scowly pout that turns into a fake smile soon enough.] I love it. How can I help you today, Sir?

dragon's hoard lab ♔ (single thread)

[rationalizes]

[ as anyone who's gone through an equipment orientation knows, the mission equipment room requires walking through the dragon's hoard lab to reach. so anyone looking to pick up supplies for any reason might happen to walk past gar and lis'sa looking very engaged with some strange device at a table in the middle of the lab. a robot arm holds something very small aloft, and gar hits a button on the device...

and the thing held in the robot pincers starts on fire. :| gar gasps and looks over towards where your character stands, gesturing wildly at the fire extinguisher ] Oh! Help!

castle forest ♔ (multi thread)

[technophobic]

[ behind the castle, past the paths that lead out of the giant garden, lies a large expanse of beautiful, peaceful forest.

well.

sort of peaceful.

anyone who goes wandering off that path might find themselves suddenly approached by the sound of hooves, and a large, older knight in full plate sporting an oversize broadsword on his back suddenly circling them, expression anything but friendly.. ]

Ye shouldn't be in these woods.

[bancroft]

Oh, I am excellent. Nothing like a festival day to get the blood running, don't you think?

[luthir]

May I ask where you learned it?

[graveflowers]

I didn't? I mean, my mom gave me really profound tips -- like I'm really good with flowers that are purple, 'cause that's just hilarious. [It's really not.

But when she shifts uncomfortably, fingers drumming against her leg, a little blanket of light purple wildflowers sprout at her feet. Rude. She winces and looks down.] Like that.