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

[bittersweeter]

[She shrugs, like she can see why.] So worse is what, making you blow up baby Prince George instead?

[That is the worst thing she can think of in England right now.]

[spellfile]

I don't know, why don't you dial up and ask him?

[bittersweeter]

Because he's not my ex best friend turned vindictive psycho. [She just turned tiny mafia princess when her best friend ditched her, trying to gauge what Zero's girlfriend is capable of is slightly difficult.]

Not to go all Dr. Phil touchy feely crap on you, but have you ever tried to contact him? It's not like he won't answer a big ol' flare sent up with his name on it.

[spellfile]

Calling him up to say what? "Still don't want to rule the galaxy together, by the way you're a nutjob"?

[bittersweeter]

Or.

[This is already going to be a bad plan, just because she says that one word with such relish.]

Or I could do it. I mean, my morality is slightly less than ambiguous, it definitely falls on the side of really dark grey. Who is to say the tiny little apprentice you accidentally found yourself shackled with -- [She smiles sweetly to indicate herself.] -- got sick of your holier than thou crap and got so good, because you would obviously be a good teacher if you gave a crap, that she hunted him down all by herself. You know, looking for a moral stance that better reflected her own. [Diplomacy 23.]

[spellfile]

[ it's the pause before he retorts that indicates he's actually... considering it ] And what exactly are you gonna do if he wants to see your technomagic in action?

[bittersweeter]

You said you can ready spells ahead of time right? You might need to actually teach me something, but if I could activate your spells, from like a charm or something...

[She digs into her pocket like that reminds her of something she's kept forgetting to do, and pulls out a small gray stone tied to a length of thin cord with a piece of wire. She holds it out for him.] People use magic differently, I assume? Technomages can do charm work, couldnt they? This is for you by the way. It blocks me.

[spellfile]

[ he stares for a long moment, as if entirely taken off guard, but then reaches out for it slowly. ] You reckon I'm gonna need something like this?

[bittersweeter]

No. [She shrugs as if its not important at all.] One time use, it'll crack if I try to work you so you'll know. It's a fucking bitch to make, so don't lose it. I broke his little mindfuckery last time, I figure this might slow it down if there is a next time.

[spellfile]

I won't lose it. [ he sounds almost sincere for a second. almost. ] As for you setting off spells, I might be able to work up... something.

[bittersweeter]

Good. [She manages to not look hilariously excited at the prospect, but just barely. It's really annoying that she can't gently remind people that she saved the London Eye out of the kindness of her heart, but this might make up for it if he actually follows through.] When you've got that sorted, lemme know.

[spellfile]

Yeah, yeah, I'll keep your suicidal urges at the top of my list.

[bittersweeter]

You really should. Have fun with your porn. [Sweetest smile, because she might have said that a little loud as she pushed away from the desks and heads for the door.]