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! ]

Comments

[graveflowers]

Old and taciturn, seems to be the half-goddess type. [That's what you get for not sharing, she gently reminds you of the other half-goddess. IN CASE YOU FORGOT.]

[nothingsodivine]

I'm not taciturn.

[THAT IS WHAT HE TAKES OUT OF THAT. Because he passed his will save with flying colors.]

[graveflowers]

Untwist your panties, old man, I never said it was a bad thing.

[nothingsodivine]

Yeah, but I never shut up. [Except when talking about himself.]

[graveflowers]

And you never say anything.

[watcherjunior]

Like Buffy? [ She sounds genuinely confused and interested. ] She's got something like that?

[notaroundme]

You'd think you own...race is something you'd just inherently know. It would be like if Spike found out he was a vampire after he walked into the sun and caught fire.

[She shakes her head. She doesn't want to sound bitter.]

Okay, that might be a little bit of an exaggeration.

[rationalizes]

Stranger things have certainly happened. Some people don't even remember their own name.

[nosdacariad]

The super strength and speed? Yeah. ... And she can see demons. But so can Spike.

[nothingsodivine]

You've just got me pegged, don'tcha? [Awkward... turtle.]

[graveflowers]

I told you. Old and taciturn is my type. [She shrugs.] And I try real hard not to talk about myself.

[nothingsodivine]

Then I bet you can understand why I don't. [VI STOP HITTING ON HIM VAGUELY. HE'S LIKE YOUR DAD.] Times four thousand.

[graveflowers]

[omg she doesn't even mean it like that anymore. It just can't be a coincidence that the three people she's spilled all her guts to were super old and not all that loquacious. Only Finnick broke the mold and she still spilled more to Des than her best friend...

Oh god he really is her Dad.]

Except if you don't talk to anyone, you'll go nuts. And it doesn't even need to be me. Just... [She is worried about you, can you tell yet?] Talk to someone.

[nothingsodivine]

[He doesn't say anything until he reaches the door to their suite and unlocks it. Everything about him suggests a certain weariness, like he honestly can't handle someone caring that much about him.] I talked to her. And now she's gone. [He opens the door for her.] Go on in. I forgot something back downstairs.

[watcherjunior]

Huh. That's-- [ She'd have to file this away to ask them about later. Maybe they could be from the same place. Maybe Buffy's a Slayer from before her. Or after her. ] Weird. But weird seems to be a running theme in my life.

[nosdacariad]

If you're the only one in your world who can fight them, what's going to happen now that you're gone? With the... vampires and whatnot? [ he sounds VERY CONCERNED ABOUT THIS ]

[watcherjunior]

I guess the next girl will be chosen? I mean, that's what happens when I... [ The thought makes her blood turn cold. Saying it as if it happened to herself is too close. ] ...when the Slayer dies. I imagine disappearing like that would count too.

[nosdacariad]

At least you don't have anything to feel guilty about then, being relieved of your destiny.

[graveflowers]

[Vi doesn't push; in like a lion and out like a lamb. She nods and darts up to kiss his cheek as she heads inside.] Sure thing, boss.

[socialgraces]

[ she delicately extends her own ] Mr. Becksworth. [ and with a quirk of her lip adds: ] I've heard quite a bit about you.

[starfucker]

All lies, I promise. Unless it's about what a tiger I am in the sack. [ he mimes a 'rrow' with his free hand and it's pretty embarrassing really. this is what a poor charisma roll looks like, people. ]

[65]

[marley why are you pissing on the furniture in front of the guests??? oh well. FINNICK LOUDLY CLEARS HIS THROAT.]

Why don't we get down to business?

[watcherjunior]

No, I guess not. [ Though she sounds far from relieved. ]

[watcherjunior]

[ And who just wanders in at the tail end of that little talk? You know who. She hovers awkwardly behind them, wondering if she should just turn around and go back. But knowing how she's not even trying to move quietly right now, one or both of them probably know she's there. ]

If I'm interrupting, I can totally go back to my room.

[notaroundme]

[She exhales a sharp sigh of resignation.]

Well, the veil sucks.