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. ]

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castle grounds at night | ota

[godblessyou]

[Taradiddle's not even a knight yet, but she doesn't really have anywhere else to go. She also hasn't made many friends yet, besides with whoever happens to be in the kitchens making food she can snag.

Which means for now, she's hanging out under a tree, humming softly to herself and making her own entertainment. In this case, the entertainment comes in the form of four lightly glowing spheres that are idly spinning and circling in random patterns.]

[imgonnadie]

[I just remembered Sean is six feet tall and almost cried because haha, that is the best. Which means he is just towering over her right now as he approaches, looking curiously at the lights.]

Groovy trick.

[godblessyou]

[Yeah T-Diddle is actually half his size. She flicks the spheres up... and up... and up to his head height, tilting her head to get a better look at him. She wrinkles her nose, looking more amused than anything else.]

Groovy?

[She has enough trouble keeping up with modern slang without learning about stuff from the sixties!]

[imgonnadie]

[Don't look at him like that, it's not his fault he was born in the forties. Uh, modern day translation...]

Cool.

[godblessyou]

Oh. Groovy. [She tilts her head thoughtfully, contemplating the word, then nods.] Thank you! I am glad I could be groovy.

[imgonnadie]

You're welcome. [Sean smiles amiably, reaching out as if to touch one of the lights though he manages not to actually... touch it.]

What are they?

[godblessyou]

Illusions. But useful ones. [He can touch it if he wants there's just... nothing to touch.] Old gnome trick.

[imgonnadie]

Sorry, what's a gnome?

[godblessyou]

Me! [She smirks up at him.] What'd you think I was, a really tiny elf?

[imgonnadie]

[Haha you're so cute thinking Sean knows the difference.]

No, I thought you were a really tiny person.

[godblessyou]

[W O W Sean. She gives him a grumpy look.]

Gnomes are people.

[imgonnadie]

So I was right. ['cause if he thought she was people and gnomes are people... boom. He flops down in front of her, sitting crosslegged.] I'm Sean.

[godblessyou]

[She considers that, wrinkling her nose, then shrugs. She's not super easy to offend.]

Taradiddle Gesundheit.

[imgonnadie]

[His nat 20 will save is all that stops him from laughing outright because no really is she serious?]

Nice to meet you.

[godblessyou]

[Darn, she was hoping he'd laugh. Humans are funny when they laugh.]

Sir Taradiddle Gesundheit soon!

[eldritchweaver]

[ and mr. snake-elf man comes wandering up the path slowly in his old sorcerer's robes, pausing to watch her. ] You've some training, I see.

[godblessyou]

This? [She smirks and starts making the balls of light bounce up and down.] Like it's hard.

[eldritchweaver]

'Some' does not imply mastery.

[godblessyou]

[RUDE. She stands up to her full height of three feet and puts her hands on her hips, the lights flicking up to form a perfect line.]

I'll have you know I was the champion of no less than seven dancing light competitions. [Bluff 10. Though tbf, she might not be lying. She just.... doesn't remember...]

[eldritchweaver]

[ well he... crit failed so... ] Dancing Light competitions? A bizarre thing to make a contest of.

[godblessyou]

[.....wow gj Hasmed.]

Only because you have no imagination! It's all about creativity and patterns. My cousin Borrabonk even can do colors. But that gets pretty lame when it's the only trick he can manage.

[eldritchweaver]

Hardly the sort of magic that requires much skill, however.

[godblessyou]

I don't see you doing it! [PUT UP OR SHUT UP BRO.]

[eldritchweaver]

Because I spare my spells for occasions that require magic. Not for merely showing off.