chicago ♔ something wrong | with all the plans of my life

[rationalizes]

♬ Killing Loneliness - HIM

WHO || Failboat + Burt [Closed]
WHAT || Various and sundry post-funeral shenanigans
WHERE || Chicago, IL
WHEN || July 6, evening.
HOW || Actionspam

[ This log will cover all events that take place between the funeral and the NOVA Record break-in two nights later, that weren't hit on during the live session. Feel free to make your own threads! ]

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mark & dawn ♔ closed

[nosdacariad]

[ while most of the team heads back to the hotel to plan, mark and dawn stay behind on first graveyard shift. ]

Sooo. [ he glances around at the rows of headstones ] A lot creepier with everyone... else gone, huh.

[watcherjunior]

[ The empty graveyard feels so familiar. She pauses by one of the headstones, stooping to brush dirt from the engraving. ]

It is kinda creepy, but... graveyards are one of the few things I remember from home.

[nosdacariad]

Were your family morticians?

[watcherjunior]

Huh? [ It takes a moment for that to register. ] Oh. No, I don't really remember my family. It's, uh. I spent a lot of time in cemeteries. Like a destiny thing.

at the hotel (luthir, vi, mark, dawn, rafael) ♔ closed

[luthir]

[ as the rest of the team heads out in two teams to infiltrate the waldorf to talk to nadia, and to take other graveyard shift, raf, vi, luthir, mark, and dawn get to hang out back at the hotel. all of that business goes here~ ]

[graveflowers]

[You know who is just a wee tiny bit upset that she's been basically sidelined and rendered useless by... everyone? That'd be Violet. And in case anyone forgot, and she's sure they didn't even realize, but that helplessness is exactly what is so crushing about her nightmares. Which is why she is sitting in sullen silence flipping through a magazine with such agitated force that she keeps ripping the pages. She's not even reading it, just flipping the pages until she is done and flips back and then picks up another to do the exact same thing.]

[luthir]

[ don't think luthir doesn't notice. he leaves her be for a little bit, before wandering back in with a mug of something steaming, which he sets in front of her. it smells sweet and nat 20 delicious, whatever it is. ] For you.

[graveflowers]

[She glances at it grumpily (and hungrily because wow that smells like omnomnom), before turning that glance to him.] You said you didn't cook. [Which... was this cooking? Probably not, but for the sake of being argumentative it is now.]

outside the hotel ♔ dated before the lawyer meeting

[nothingsodivine]

[Immediately after the debrief and subsequent drinking at the bar, Des excuses himself, insisting he needs to be alone for a second to discourage anyone from following him. He walks to the cemetery just long enough to see the shape his car's in, get good and upset over it, and then walk straight back to the hotel. The whole process takes a little over an hour.

He might be swallowing his sadness like a boss when he finally stalks back to the hotel, but inside he's a ball of anger and rage. In one week, he lost Jade, the first person he'd let himself honestly care about in ages, and now he's lost his car, which seems like such a trivial thing- and probably is to them. It's a lot more than that. For someone who doesn't make a lot of connections or put down roots or really own anything, a car that he's kept a hold of for fifty odd years is a big deal.

And it's for that reason, he doesn't want to go back inside, join their little group sing-a-long, and pretend like he'd have been better off on this case if he'd just taken it alone.

But it's too late to walk now, so he leans against the wall beside the front door and waits. They'll come looking for him. They always do.]

[graveflowers]

[Basically... eff your solitude, Des. Because here comes Violet. Look, she is stuck in the hotel -- if the sidewalk is as far as she can escape then she is going to take it. Which might explain why she sort of, possibly, gives that tree on the sidewalk a little high five.

And then turns to see Des.] Oh. [Sorry if that isn't the most effusive greeting.] Hey old man.

[nothingsodivine]

[No depression in the world can hide the wtf look that crosses Des's face.] Did you really just high five that tree?

[graveflowers]

[She's useful like that.] Flower power.

[bigbad]

[Spike's happy to go look for him. jk he's really just happy to smoke and it happens to be in Des' area. Still, he does feel a bit of sympathy. Spike doesn't give a shit about any of the Knight's vehicles, but he was pretty distressed when he'd worried he'd lose his coat forever in the Bellhop room.

After a few moments of awkward silence, he turns to Des.]

Maybe your next car won't look so much like you're compensating.

[nothingsodivine]

[CAN WE NOT, SPIKE. He looks him over for a second, maybe giving him a chance to rescind that statement, and then glares.]

If I punch you in the windpipe and you don't need to breathe, does that make it okay?

[bigbad]

[Rude, Des, you're the one with the shiny-ass sports car. Or.... you were the one.]

So long as you're all right with me biting your jugular vein afterwards.

[HE NEEDS THAT WINDPIPE TO SMOKE.]

Archer has a Fey-Wine induced dream, and acts appropriately - (OTA / Around the Hotel)

[isisagent]

[Archer woke up that morning after his Fey-Wine bender, and bolted from the apartment, without even stopping to mix a Bloody Mary. (He hit a bar first thing, though, after he realized his mistake!) It was late in the afternoon when he finally returned back to the hotel...]



[Out-of-Breath (from running up the stairs... that elevator isn't fixed yet?!), slightly drunk, and with a wild look in his eyes, Archer saunters through the door into the room.]

Where's Des?

[Before anyone can even respond, he's halfway to the mini fridge to mix up a Martini. He's clearly been very busy today...]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des has locked himself in his room trying to gather together everything he has on the case for his meeting with Liam while trying not have as little contact with people as possible. Between the car and Jaka being a DICKBAG, he just doesn't want to deal.

And now there are people shouting his name. He tosses down his pencil and walks out into the penthouse proper.]

I don't have anything left for you to demolish, so what is it?

[isisagent]

[Archer turns around with a pair of Martinis, and slides one along the counter towards Des, as a giant grin splays across his face. His suit is in ruins - half torn up, covered in grease, oil, and sweat.]

There's something outside you gotta see! COME ON!

[He claps Des on the shoulder, leaving an oily black hand print, and rushes back towards the door.]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des takes the martini, looks at Archer... looks at the martini... opens his mouth to say something, then he gets an oily black handprint on his shirt and he just scowls. Words cannot compare to his angry facial expressions]

I don't even like martinis! [But he downs it- olive and all- spits the olive out onto his hand, and follows Archer out with little more than an eyeroll.]

gar & elena ♔ closed

[rationalizes]

[ know what helps gar from having more nervous breakdowns? diving into research. so that's what she's spent all her downtime on, happy to have a project handed to her by elena to keep from ... crying again.

it's before they go off to check out nova again that she approaches the girl ] Did you have a moment to talk? About what I found regarding your... potential heritage?

[notaroundme]

[Elena's been a bundle of nerves ever since, and it's a miracle that she's managed to keep herself together and hopefully prevent others from worrying about her or noticing her discomfort (will save 20 total).]

Yeah.

[She says it quietly, her knees coming up to her chest so that she can hug them with her arms.]

What did you find out?

[rationalizes]

Well, what I could find on doppelgangers as a race was quite sparse, given that, as I said, they're more a legacy of individuals than a culture. In fact, that's what makes it seem even more likely that they're a magical creation, rather than a ... race in the way we look at most of them. It's very rare for two doppelgangers, to, er, mate, for example, so it wouldn't be very easy for their kind to flourish.

It seems very unlikely, however, that you could be a full blooded doppelganger without being aware of it. For one, they do all possess some of the same traits - darkvision, for example.

burt, finnick, and francesca ♔ closed

[65]

[welp, finnick promised (jk no he didn't) to give burt the second installment of their talk, so there's no time like the present. he already went to the trouble of getting paperwork and everything, ok. but, for this part he's elected to take francesca along. as good as he is at talking to people (burt in particular), franny still has an edge on him — and he doesn't want to fuck up and tell burt something he should absolutely not know under any circumstances.

so not too long after the lawyer meeting, he shows up at burt's office.]

I believe we're due for a talk.

[starfucker]

Aren't you gonna introduce me to your friend here first?

[65]

Ah, that's Francesca. She's a confidant of mine.