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

[ironsides]

Don't be so quick to dismiss a weapon with history, my girl. Weapons have a life of their own, an' should be respected as much as the ones wielding 'em.

Imagine everything she's seen.

[graveflowers]

[She is properly chastised, nodding slowly.]

Sorry.

[ironsides]

Don't apologize now! After all, at least she has a name. [ wink ]

[graveflowers]

[IDK she is named after a showgirl... Is that more or less disrespectful?]

Well, it's proper name was lost in translation somewhere. I think she looks like a Lola though, always up for a good time.

[ironsides]

A hard living woman, is she? No wonder she needs a touch of tender, lovin' care.

[graveflowers]

[Snicker. He is the best.]

You want me to leave you two alone?

[ironsides]

Nonsense! You should learn how the pro's do this, anyway.

[graveflowers]

Okey dokey. [And now she is just clearly waiting for him to do something professional that doesn't involve feeling up her bow.]

[ironsides]

[ he starts to put it on and then... twang!

worst pro ever ] Nine hells!

[graveflowers]

[Actual gaffaw of hastily aborted laughter.]

I'm telling you, fourth time is the charm. I would bet... so much money, really, that no one in this castle could string that bow in less that four tries.

[ironsides]

Now, now, that was only because you were watching me! [ he sets to work again, flawlessly stringing it this time ] That's more like it.

[graveflowers]

[Her jaw... is on the floor.]

Wow. I... I've had this bow for ten years and I have never seen anyone do that.

[ironsides]

Well, that's easy enough t'explain: you only met me this year.

[graveflowers]

[His milkshakes really do bring all the bitches to the yard...]

You're amazing.

[ironsides]

That's what they tell me! [ when finished, he holds it out ] Well. Try it out.

[graveflowers]

[She wraps the fingers of her right hand around the grip -- which after ten years is finally molding to her hand -- and draws the string back with her left, dropping her shoulder and squinting a bit. After a second, she lets the string pull her arm forward and she lowers the bow in one graceful movement. (Dex 21) She looks adorably happy and aglow. She is clearly pleased with his amazeballs work.]

[ironsides]

[ his eyes crinkle merrily as he closes the cabinet door ] Yer welcome.

[graveflowers]

Oh, thank you. [It's so nice to to have to fight with her own bow.] I'm gonna go... shoot stuff. Thanks. You're the best!

[ironsides]

Anytime, young missy.

[graveflowers]

[She scampers to the door and vanishes for a second then her head pops around the door again.] Oh, bye! Thank you! [And Fiore out.]