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

[cabot]

[ he looks as if there's a private joke in there somewhere ] ... It's always the bathroom, isn't it.

[klepto]

I'd say Wynn should look into remodeling, but something tells me he doesn't want construction crews in his secret base.

[ i guess it could always be magical remodeling. maybe. but it's also not escaping her that wow there is actually another drow here which makes him 500% more interesting than anyone else she's talked to because it's fairly unexpected. he actually gets her attention on him instead of everywhere else as if he's some kind of hindrance to her doing her own thing. ]

[cabot]

Well, if I'm not mistaken, we do keep powerful mages on hand. Unfortunately, few of them are so charitable when it comes to applying their talents to menial labor, even if in their case it amounts to some poncy hand waving and eyes of newts.

[klepto]

So, you're not the magic guy. [ she shifts her weight, sizing him up with something that genuinely borders on a smirk - which is about the closest attica ever gets to a smile. ] What do you do for Wynn? Get rid of the bodies? [ ahahahaha drow doing his dirty work. no but really. she's ... legitimately wondering if he only invites them here so he can use them for what their rep presumes they're all good at which is shady shit. ]

[cabot]

Oh, I still traffic in magic, of a sort. But a more interesting and subtle variety.

Magical artifacts, to be precise.

[klepto]

When you say magical artifacts; do you mean tomes, or a cursed Raggedy Andy?

[valdrin]

Well, they do claim variety to be the spice of life, don't they? Who am I to deny that each might hold a certain appeal of its own?

[klepto]

Fair enough. [ she shrugs. ] I've dealt in a few myself.

[ in ... trafficking them out of people's houses ... and selling them ... she might have even hoarded a few but ~it is a mystery.~ ]

Though, I have a feeling you'd have a better idea than I do of what their properties are.

[cabot]

I've made something of a study of it.

[klepto]

Why is that, exactly? Looking for something in particular?

[cabot]

It's a much more nebulous goal, I'm afraid. One that can never quite be sated, but I consider that a boon, or else eventually, I'd run out of things to care about pursuing.

[klepto]

And I'm willing to bet the vagueness there wasn't a coincidence. [ he doesn't want to say what it is; that's fine, that's his business. she doesn't want to share why she's here, either. she smiles, though. ]

[cabot]

And what would you be willing to wager?

[klepto]

Well, I'm not really a gambling kind of girl unless I know the deck's stacked, so how about a name?

[cabot]

You don't have to win a bet to get that much. Val'drin. [ and then, monitoring her reaction again: ] Cabot. [ check out his very not-drow last name there. ]