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

[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.]