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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[bittersweeter]

[The most unbothered shrug. She's spent her whole life being told its wrong, this is nothing new.]

I never said it was nice.

[graveflowers]

[Vi cheerfully knocks on the door to Sir Dovan's office, the Green Acres tune.]

Hey future husband, where does a girl go to get her bow restrung?

[Yeah, she just called him that. Don't act like you're surprised. She and the cheerful dwarf have a serious emotional connection, okay? Theirs is a true love... of weapons.]

[postergirl]

Most people would be worried about being hunted down for that kind of thing.

[ironsides]

[ he looks up from where he's pouring himself a mug out of a cask of ale on his wall, because he has the classiest office ] Why, that must be Violet! [ he merrily swings around and points out a seat with antlers on it. ] What's th' matter - wear it out with too many bulls-eyes?

[graveflowers]

Yeah, all that showing off I do. [She perches on the chair delicately. She doesn't like antlers in all of her decorating, sorry Gaston, it's her vegetarian side.] Or alternately I should have gotten it fixed back home and forgot about that too when I broke on through to the other side.

[bittersweeter]

Anti-worker legislation didn't pass. You can't tell a non-worker from a worker, so unless you work someone right in front of a cop... [Another shrug.]

And if you are a known worker, you can ask for help from one of the families. It's still a witch hunt but it doesn't end like Salem anymore.

And it's not this world, so it's not an issue here.

[notaroundme]

[She nods, considering that.]

He said as much, right before he did it. That he was doing what Jack couldn't. They balance each other out pretty well, I think.

[She exhales, shaking off the memory.]

And who knows what I'm capable of, yet. You don't know what you can do til you're in the middle of it.

[notaroundme]

May I remind you that I knew your name before you even gave it to me?

[She doesn't seem mad. If anything, she seems...hopeful. She kind of gets why he wouldn't say anything right away, but still...]

You remember more than I do, though, don't you.

[Clearly, if he expected her to be in school.]

[ironsides]

Well, lucky for you, I keep some extras 'round all the time! [ he moves towards a cabinet and throws it open. it's impeccably organized, with mounted weapons and weapon care materials each in their own place ] Ye've come to the right place.

[postergirl]

Or is it? People might mistake it for something it isn't.

[bittersweeter]

And if it was used to "cure" depression and mood disorders it could be mistaken as good.

I'm not an emotion worker.

[graveflowers]

[Oh. My. God. That is the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. And she's seen Finnick in a bathing suit, so... It is especially beautiful because the weapons shed in Rome looked like a bomb went off in it -- which is exactly what happened in the sixties, no one bothered clearing up -- so she is still unused to, well, neatness. God forbid anyone ever see her room.]

In another life I think you might have been Martha Stewart.

[allmydreams]

Jewels, artwork -- expensive stuff that wouldn't ruin someone's life if it was gone.

[postergirl]

So what are you?

[dragonsclaw]

Does that mean you stole for sport or was there something else at play?

[ironsides]

Ohh, I dinna about that, lass. I'm not much of a cook.

[bittersweeter]

Dream worker -- does what it says on the box.

[postergirl]

Really. [ color her super intrigued looking now, she's just gon sliiide closer hay gurl ] You can see other's dreams?

[bittersweeter]

See, manipulate, give. [The subtext in her tone is she can do whatever she feels like with people's dreams -- though see is pushing it a little. It's an abstract art.]

[graveflowers]

You could put the Container Store out of business, dude.

[ironsides]

Well, that's just part of a dwarven heritage! My uncle was quite a craftsman, taught me everything he knew!

[postergirl]

And your ability is innate? Not given by some deity or other?

[bittersweeter]

Mhmm. It's genetic.

[thesleeper]

[He shrugs, which is difficult carrying the heaping load of papers, so it doesn't much come out looking like a shrug, but nonetheless.

Right, I'll make a note of that.
Seriously though, I'd be more than happy to work for you... Officially, or unofficially.

I do pretty much owe you my life, after all.

[lissatrinall]

Not a lot of faith in your personal desert survival skills?