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]

Maybe. [She pops some popcorn in her mouth, chews thoughtfully as she moves forward, head tipping to the side like she's deciding.] What would I get out of it? Besides your... stimulating company.

[unhand]

[Hook steps towards her, smirking coyly, and glances down her body.]

Oh, considering how stimulating my company can be, I should think it'd be enough.

[bittersweeter]

[Uh-huh. Insert eyeroll here. Which she does while looking simultaneously smirky.] Unless you can prove that statement, sailor, I'm gonna need something else to convince me to take time out of my busy, busy day to help you.

[unhand]

[Rude. Isn't his face stimulating enough?] I haven't seen any indication that you can be particularly helpful either, lass. I hope you're not expecting any payment upfront.

[bittersweeter]

I am damn helpful. Half now, half -- [She flicks a piece of popcorn at him.] -- when we're finished?

[unhand]

[It bounces off him and he raises an eyebrow.] You haven't even told me what it is you want. Or how you intend to help.

[bittersweeter]

You need two steady hands don't you? [She nods at his hook like how much help is that going to be, honestly.] I built houses for poor people for my community service elective.

[Bluff 24, she holds out her hand for the hammer. She really didn't.] I take payment in favors. Don't worry, this'll only cost you a small one.

[unhand]

[His sense motive 3 means he... completely buys it. DON'T DESTROY HIS SHIP WITH YOUR LIES, LILA. Still, he withholds the hammer.]

How do you intend to collect half a favor upfront?

[bittersweeter]

[Look, maybe she did the Habitat for Humanity thing, she just doesn't remember... She won't hurt his precious baby. Probably.

She doesn't intent to?]

I'm still working on that part. I didn't really think ahead with that phrasing. I'm used to trading money instead of favors. [Shrug, whatever. She wriggles her fingers, hand over the hammer.]

[unhand]

[He puts the hammer into her hand, stepping in close to her.]

Then how about you get your favor when my ship's seaworthy again.

[bittersweeter]

Or. [Her fingers curl around the hammer, dragging out the word and moving even closer.] I help you until I get bored and you owe me a mild favor for the time spent being a dear and making up for your lack of hand. Or, another option, is that I swing this hammer right into your dick. How many more appendages can you really stand to lose? [She smiles at him serenely, voice low and promising. (intimidate 18)]

[unhand]

[His will save of 16 means he is pretty convinced she'd actually do it. And wow, he is even less sure about having her touch his ship SHE IS A CRAZY PERSON. His hand tightens on his side of the hammer and he steps in even closer, just in case there was any room at all between them.

He leans in to murmur in her ears, tone low and husky (diplomacy 28 please hand over your panties now).]

I think there are better, more enjoyable things you could do with it. Get rid of your boredom right quick.

[bittersweeter]

[Well damn. Like damn. Lila has no means to refute this obvious logic his is laying down on her and her grip on the hammer slackens the smallest bit. His manly bits are safe for now.]

Maybe a preview of this entertainment could stand in for the first half of the favor...?

[unhand]

[Victory. He tries to pry the hammer out of her hand but he's pretty lame at it. Probably still worried she'll change her mind and slam it into his dick.]

I'm less than convinced you're the right girl for the job. You seem a bit... unstable.

[bittersweeter]

[Yeah, she's not letting that hammer go anymore. THERE GOES ALL YOUR DIPLOMACY, DUMBASS. Did this medieval son of a bitch just call her unstable? She is more god damn stable than the Empire fucking State Building. The only thing keeping her from breaking his bits to bits is her stability. Which she is leaning towards forgetting about.]

Are you intellectually deficient? [Like really. Why. Why would you tell the girl you think is unstable that you think she is unstable...? But she seems really concerned for his IQ. She doesn't want to rip Forrest Gump's arm off and beat him with it.

That would be rude.]

[unhand]

[HE NEEDED SOMETHING TO BE HIS DUMP STAT OKAY.]

Not enough to sleep with a lass who just threatened my bits.

[Yeah he's gonna try and pry that hammer out of her hand again (sleight of hand 24).]

[bittersweeter]

Oh, ew. I don't fuck losers. [She lets him take the hammer (not that she has a choice honestly) but she steps back looking thoroughly disgusted. (Bluff nat 20 for that.) Thoroughly disgusted.]

[unhand]

Works out fine, then. [He flips his hook towards the entrance.] Lovely chatting with you. Hope I don't have to do it again any time soon.

[bittersweeter]

[Adamant that she get the last word and working off Emma's level of uncomfortable during their first conversation and Faye's hyperbolic retelling of her and Hook's.... "encounter", Lila picks up her popcorn from the workbench/table and swans off, but not before pausing at the door to look back. She's about to open her mouth and mention that she doesn't think Emma does either (fuck losers, that is) -- just to see if she's right, frankly -- but then she remembers she doesn't care and peaces out.]