open ♔ may castle socialization

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, etc!
WHEN || Any time during  May [back and forward dated]
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 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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[ex_noble101]

[Lawd why would you even put him here. He probably doesn't even need to stick to the cover story because he has no idea how to properly operate a phone. All calls will be getting hung up on until he gets some training.

But the rest of the tasks he's able to pick up easily enough, and once he's got the easy stuff down he finds that boredom begins to set in extremely quickly...]

[thesleeper]

[Phineas wanders past the room a few times before knocking to see if Lis'sa is in her office.]

[allmydreams]

[Felicity looks up with a smile, before nodding.]

Right as rain.

[graveflowers]

[Professional phone picker upper here to save the day, expertly scooping up the apparently ringing phone and passing him a plate with a super amazing... sandwich, shut up, all at the same time. (Dex 17)]

Hello! You've reached the Karthur Institute, this is... Zaphod Beeblebrox the first, also called the Nothingth, inventor of the Pan Galactic Gargle Blast and seven time winner of the Worst Dressed Sentient Being in the Known Universe, how may I direct your call. [If he weren't such uncultured swine he would realize that she has a super Mrs Doubtfire impression and makes a banging President to boot. (Pop culture 19, wisdom 21) One day she will find someone who appreciates her well of useless pop culture knowledge. Well, someone besides Kat.] Sure, let me just put you on hold for a moment while I connect you. [And she hangs up.]

Oops, we must have gotten disconnected. [She gives Aedan a sweet smile.] My bad. Lunch?

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[asuma]

[Klaus shows up to do his duty as is required, though his enthusiasm in carrying out said duty is seriously lacking. Any calls are treated to an immediate "Karthur Institute, please hold," before they are promptly dropped.

He might also be enjoying a nice glass of red wine or six in between visitors/phone calls. How he is able to manage that without having an entire bottle there with him is anyone's guess.]

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[asuma]

[Klaus can be seen wandering into the library every now and then, though he's hardly become a staple there the way that some others have. He seems to prefer checking out books to read in the privacy of his gaudy as fuck bedroom over mingling amongst the peasants regulars seated about day in and day out.

At least he's been doing his part to piece together the differences this world has to offer when compared to that from which he came. Knowledge is power, after all.]

[notaroundme]

[Oh hi, Ric. Fancy meeting you here. She walks up behind him, placing a hand on either shoulder, and peering over at the book he's immersed himself in.]

Whatcha reading?

[Hope you don't mind being bothered~]

[notaroundme]

[Wow, Klaus. Wow. What are you even doing.

She comes up to the counter, leaning against it with her arms.]

You know, I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to drink on the job. [Her brows furrow.] Where did you even get that?

[She kind of wants one. Oops.]

[bittersweeter]

[Somewhere in that mountainous array of books is one Lila needs. Needs. She may be a teenager, but she gets her shit done and since her life goals include constantly surprising Eric and being knighted before Faye (never said her goals weren't petty), she does actually need the book.

Tossing Moby Dick on top of one of the piles, god it never got better, she settles in the chair directly across from him, clearing her throat slightly to get his attention, her eyes, one blue and one green, staying on him even as one gloved hand reaches out to tap a book at the bottom of a pile. She had walked past his table enough times before she noticed the gold lettering on the spine is the exact title she needs.]

I need this one.

[Really, Ric, why do you need a book about aberrant religious sects? Clearly this is Lila's domain.]

[isisagent]

Hey, Old timers. Keep it down huh? Some of us are trying to drink.

[To himself]The nerve of some people...

Hey barkeep. Two vodka martinis please. One shaken, one stirred - both for me. Thank you.

[chessing]

Enjoying yourself?

[lissatrinall]

[ there's a stiff 'come in' and when he enters the room, she's seated at her desk. the office itself is incredibly low lit, littered with papers everywhere and the skull of something very not human sitting on top of some of them like a morbid paperweight. this place is packed with books. every wall contains a book shelf, and there are more books lined up in piles on the floor, everywhere. various cases, containing what look like insect specimens are balanced precariously on top of some of them.

she looks up and sees who it is, and it's hard to tell what her expression means, but her lips press together firmly. ] Can I help you, Phineas?

[thesleeper]

[She remembers my name D: Be cool, bro.]

I was uh... wondering if there was anything I could do for you, around the castle, to help out? While I'm waiting to see what plans Wynn has for me, that is... I've mostly just been studying history and such, answering phones, but not a whole lot else.

[lissatrinall]

[ hmm. she looks up from what she's doing at least, a little more intrigued ] You're that bored?

[technophobic]

[ lan lets out an annoyed grunt from behind his mug ] Do you think it's so easy, boy? Rushing in headlong is a good way to get more good men killed, not to mention tipping our hand entirely.

Dimitris Sarandis is as oily a snake as they come, and what makes him so dangerous isn't the power he wields - it's the mind he uses to wield it. He's an intelligent man, dangerously so, and he knows how to use people as pawns in his game.

We head in without thinking and we'll mow down plenty of his pawns, without their ever understanding what they died for. We need to play this smarter than that, and that's what Wynn's up to.

[postergirl]

Oh, I don't know. There's got to be some curse or other that says differently.

[thesleeper]

You could say that...

[He actually found his research to be far from boring, but...]

...Suppose I just still feel like I owe you, for plucking me out of that sand trap.

[thesleeper]

So what? We combat deceit and trickery with more political deceit and trickery? Play his game until he makes a mistake, then dive at the hole in his armor? How long do we sit back waiting for a moment that might not come?

[He rocks back, half-shocked that he's getting so emotional over this, but something within compels him to continue, and his voice slowly begins to raise to nearly a shout.]

When the armies of Archendale marched on Sessrendale, they razed the villages and salted the earth... The evil they perpetrated could never be undone... because others who could do something sat waiting for opportunity...

[Suddenly feeling as though he might have said too much, he finds his way back to his seat, a bit embarrassed.]

[lissatrinall]

Leaving an amnesiac half-burned alive in the desert with no supplies wouldn't exactly have been very knightly.

[thesleeper]

My good looks and boyish charms don't count as supplies?

[He winks and smiles]

[everyredcent]

[ yeahhh the dark elf is looking over at you judgmentally now, phineas. calm yo tits. ]

We're rather far from the Dalelands here. And our creed is to protect inhabitants of this world from threats from beyond the Veil - not to save them from their own political squabbles.

Stopping the Shadowkind experimentation and exploitation is one thing. Attempting a coup is another matter entirely.

[lissatrinall]

You would have been dead in a day.

[bittersweeter]

Maybe not boredom, but curse someone with apathy? To apathetic to move, eat. Starve to death laying on the couch watching infomercials at 3am.

[thesleeper]

[Phineas realizes what's happening a bit too late to stop himself from being compelled to further dominate the conversation... That little bit about public speaking and Naberius... Yeah...]

Well, I wasn't aware they taught Drow much about the surface... [Oh.. Oh no. Did you really just say that? You're going to get yourself knocked out.]
But I understand your... culture, favors this type of political subterfuge anyway - and from what I hear, they all get on swimmingly.
[That last bit might be dripping with sarcasm]

[Seemingly pleased with that response, the supernatural loose's it's grip on Phineas' tongue, and he clears his throat loudly.]

I uh, should be off. I'm late for... something.
[He hastens toward the door, hoping he hasn't caused too much damage with this error. Damnit, Naberius.]

[thesleeper]

Oh, I think you're underestimating me just a bit... I'd wager at least a day and a half.