open ♔ august castle socialization

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, etc!
WHEN || Any time during August [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.  Because not everyone is into parties, ok.  

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

[cuivre]

Epic romance. It changed my life.

[He's only...sort of kidding.]

[flyingsolo]

Always seemed a lot less messy to me. [ she wipes her greasy hands on her jeans ] Which is saying a lot.

[cuivre]

Don't knock messy. Messy can be fun sometimes.

[Wink.]

Now, let's take a look, shall we?

[And he'll just start...spouting mechanic shit because it's late and I don't want to do research on engine blocks (Repair 22).]

[flyingsolo]

[ /THEY SHOOT THE MECHANICAL SHIT FOR AWHILE b/c what a coincidence, neither do i ]

Did you teach yourself all this or what?

[cuivre]

[Excellent. Best plan.]

Took some classes at the local community college while I was still in high school way back, the rest I learned on the job. [He looks at her with interest.] What about you? Or is this kind of thing common knowledge where you're from?

[flyingsolo]

[ her eyes slide away a bit, as she idly swaps tools ] ... My dad taught me.

That's the only thing I remember about him.

[cuivre]

[His expression turns sympathetic.]

Sorry. That's rough.

[He's heard a lot about people losing memories on their way here. There's some things he'd rather forget, but he's not sure he'd want to risk losing everything. That had to suck.]

Sounds like a pretty awesome guy, though.

[His dad hadn't bothered to do anything like that. About anything.]

[flyingsolo]

That's the feeling I get when I try to remember him. [ shrug ] I'd trade the awesome vibe for some actual memories though.

[cuivre]

Maybe they'll figure out some way to get some of 'em back. Technology is changing all the time.

[Because there's nothing wrong with hope, in his opinion.]

[flyingsolo]

And then what? We wouldn't be able to get back, still.

[cuivre]

Memories, even little ones, are better than nothing, aren't they?

[flyingsolo]

I think that would depend on the memory.

[cuivre]

Maybe. But I have some shitty memories, just like everyone else, but I still think it would suck to lose them.

[A beat.]

Sorry, I just feel bad for you guys that get dragged here and have to deal with that.

[flyingsolo]

Not really looking for pity but I appreciate the sentiment. [ and the good humor in her tone keeps it from the edge it could ]

[cuivre]

No pity involved, promise. Just sympathy.

[He gestures toward the engine block.]

And maybe a mutual love for things that go fast. Do you like to ride as much as you like to tinker?

[flyingsolo]

More, actually. But not as much as I love to fly.

[cuivre]

Something tells me you're not talking about airplanes...

[After all, she's been talking about crazy tools and hover crafts. (Wisdom 18)]

[flyingsolo]

Not unless they can break atmo.

[cuivre]

So, spaceships. You're from a place with spaceships.

[And Jaina just became the coolest person ever, tbh.]

[flyingsolo]

A place most people call 'space'. For short.

[cuivre]

Isn't space supposed to be a place you go to, not a place you're from? I mean, I could be totally ignorant here, given my very low-tech planet.

[flyingsolo]

I lived on a lot of different worlds. It was hard to really consider anywhere home, I think.

[cuivre]

Yeah, I get that. Space travel or not, you move around a lot and home ends up being a hard place to pin down.

[flyingsolo]

[ wryly: ] I guess it was where the heart docks, huh? [ she gives the wrench another twist ] I suppose back then I at least knew where that was.

[cuivre]

This place is starting to be like that for me. Home.

[So maybe someday it will for her, too.]