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. ]

Comments

[postergirl]

You sound experienced.

[thesleeper]

[Good thing my STR and DEX are both... well +1's ain't terrible I guess. STR: 4... straining noises. After a moment he gives it another heave @ STR: 15. Ok, we're up... Now... One foot in front of the other... DEX: 21. Lis'sa just puts a pep in his step, what can I say.]

Lead the way M'Lady.

[thesleeper]

True enough. Until next time, then. [Phineas walks out of the bar, eager to get back to his room and wait out this pact.]

[isisagent]

[He casually drinks the entire stirred martini in one gulp, throwing the glass over his shoulder so it comes crashing down in the back of the room]

[Archer slides over and drapes his arm over the girl, pulling her close, completely ignoring her question]

I don't think we've met. I'm Sterling Archer... Of ISIS. Maybe you've heard of me?

[lissatrinall]

[ she heads down the long corridor past the library ] Between missions and section head paperwork, I usually only have time to do the research. Not keep it organized.

[thesleeper]

Sounds like you could use an assistant

[bittersweeter]

[She smirks slightly, she's not against being called on her shit. But she starts to neatly disassemble the pile in order to reach the book on the bottom anyway.]

I missed out on the white whale during school and this -- [She finally reaches the small leather bound book and curls her fingers around the spine triumphantly, tugging it out and dropping it on the table in front of her.] -- is for some mission research. Strangely I think it will still be more interesting than Ishmael's hypocritical views on insanity and the veiled homoeroticism in Moby Dick. [A pause, Lila shrugs.] Cliff notes.

[bittersweeter]

It's not really a hypothetical where I come from.

[graveflowers]

No problemo, kemosabe. [At least she didn't tell anyone that someone died this time!]

Vi works just as well, actually.

[watcherjunior]

[ And there is that immediate regret in even opening her mouth. She tries to slump her shoulders, to casually get his arm off her without having to actually be confrontational about it. ]

Can't say that I have, actually. But I'm new here, so that could be part of it.

Spike | ota/multithread

[bigbad]

[Spike is sitting outside after dark with a nice basket of garlic knots from a nearby pizza store. He's already eaten a few and he's fine, besides a slight, unpleasant burning feeling as he swallowed (fort 22). It tastes delicious, though, so he keeps eating.

After a moment, he frowns, blinking. Can't he usually see in the dark better than this?

Weird.

He keeps eating.]

[watcherjunior]

[ She snorts at his impression of the man's accent and smiles. There really has been a wide variety of accents and languages and everything spoken by the people who call. ] You'd think he would eventually give up. We must not be discouraging him enough.

[ With a spot check of 19+3, she catches the flutter of pages and the symbol on the page. It's not that she's being nosy, but... well. She's always nosy. ] Things have been... good. I mean, I can't really complain. No missions yet, though. I probably need to, like, not fail at holding a gun or something. [ She shrugs before reaching over the counter. ] What was that in the book?

[notaroundme]

You already got caught.

[She raises one eyebrow, though the near smile on her lips indicates that she's not actually going to tell or anything. She's worked the desk like everyone else. It's pretty boring most of the time.]

Sure, why not. After all, I'm not the one working, right?

[notaroundme]

[She eyes the books, her gaze falling on the history books first, and they seem to pull at her mind briefly, as if at a memory, but it floats away.]

I admit, you've probably caught up more than I have. I've been doing more of the learning on the job thing.

[Which has worked well enough, so far. She's been gone a lot, anyway.]

But I hope I never run into anything like that.

[Nodding her head toward the current page with a grossed out look on her face.]

[graveflowers]

That's the one good thing about amnesia -- you find out all these awesome things you didn't know about yourself. Like, it turns out I can lick my own elbow. Was not aware of that fact.

So maybe, before you got here, you were Dawn the Destroyer of Difficult... I can't actually think of a word for plant that starts with a D. [She shrugs, what the fuck ever really. It is the thought that counts right about now.]

[asuma]

[Klaus just smiles as he slides the glass over the desk toward her. Sharing is caring, right?]

Luckily for us, it seems to be a rather slow day today.

[ex_ric243]

That makes two of us.

[Vampires, werewolves, and hybrids he could handle. Spider goddesses? He wasn't so sure about.]

How's that been working out for you so far, anyway?

[The whole knighthood thing. Since that was technically her job anymore, right? Not to mention the reason he was here to begin with.]

[ex_ric243]

Can't argue there.

[He glances from the fictional work in question to the rest of the books he'd accumulated, and finally back toward the girl.]

Then again, I might be a little biased.

[If she couldn't tell already by the little section of of the library he'd created out of the table where they were currently seated.]

[ex_noble101]

Aedan. Though I suppose kemosabe works just as well.

[He's still smiling, even if that name goes right over his head as well.]

Tell me, Vi. Do you make it a habit of rescuing those exiled to desk duty, or is it just my lucky day? [(Charisma 19), yeah he's laying it on thick.]

[graveflowers]

Habit. [Wow, she is blushing like mad, stop it.] But I think I'd make a good luck charm.

[eldritchweaver]

[ it happens very suddenly: a crackle, almost like the sound of lightning, just a few feet from them in the very center of the lobby. when it halts, a mystical looking puff of blue smoke is dispersing, revealing several forms. at the head of the group is a very tall man in dark robes, with pointed ears and serpentine features, carrying in his arms what appears to be a passed out man. the group looks harried, some clearly injured - and the man hasmed is carrying is bleeding profusely.

the elder knight turns towards the desk, expression thunderous ] Cleric. Fetch a cleric!

[postergirl]

Do tell.

[lissatrinall]

Sounds like you're volunteering.

[thesleeper]

And so I am.

[isisagent]

[It's going to take more than a little slumping to get free from Sterling Archer]

Well of course you haven't, Dollface. I'm a Secret Agent.
It wouldn't be much of a secret if you knew, now would it. Heh.

[Swirling his remaining drink, taking a sip, then spitting it out... probably getting more than a little on Dawn.]

Hey! Bartender! Maybe next time put a little less Vermouth in my Martini, huh? Six drops. Not Sixteen. Try again.

[He then throws the drink across the bar, and turns back to Dawn]
Where were we?