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.

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~ ]

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]

[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.]

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...]

[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.

[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.]

[isisagent]

What, you love them? He said sarcastically, while running down the stairs. [Yes, he said that out loud.]

[Archer leads Des out of the lobby, and points him toward A very shiny El Camino taking up two handicapped spots front and center.]

EH? EH?!

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?

[nothingsodivine]

[IS HE NARRATING HIS OWN LIFE. IS THAT HAPPENING. But Des is following, so he isn't sure what that says about him.

And he really isn't sure what Archer frantically pointing at that THING says about Archer, because wtf. what is that.]

What the hell is that? [He asks, while eating the olive he just spat out.]

[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?

[isisagent]

That, Double-D, is my new ride. Half-car, Half-truck, 100% kick ass.

[After a beat, he tosses Des a keychain with an 8-ball on it...]

Yours is over there [He points to an identical car a few spaces over.] Carlito couldn't find another handicapped space to park it in.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des catches the keys. Now hold for horror.

Holding, holding... Annnd there's Des realizing what the hell is happening.]

No, no, no. No. You did not get me an abomination to replace my 'vette. You did not get us matching abominations. That's not even a car. That's something indecisive inbred hicks drive.

[isisagent]

Well of course it's not a CAR Des. It's an El Camino, just look at the back end.

And, would an inbred hick car do this?

[He pushes a button on his remote start, and... yep. Dukes of Hazzard horn.]

[nothingsodivine]

Yes. [SAYS THE GUY WHO SOUNDS LIKE THE BANDIT ON HIS BEST DAYS.] Yes, that is exactly what an inbred hick car would do. [He hands the keys over.] Look, thanks, but no thanks. Give it to Finnick. You two are all... close. You deserve matching cars.

[isisagent]

Wait... [His tone finally shifts from boyish amazement to something a bit more, but not entirely, sober.] You're serious?

But it's a SPY CAR... I thought it'd help your whole "Magnum P.I." vibe for this trial...

And Finnick doesn't need a vehicle - we're buying a tank.

[nothingsodivine]

An Aston Martin is a spy car. A Mercedes is a spy car. What kind of backwoods secret agency do you even work for that considers that a legitimate vehicle for espionage?

[isisagent]

The kind that likes to be able to haul things occasionally, and pack skiing gear for long weekends? Duh?

Just take it for a spin before you decide.

Trust me - You won't regret it. [He offers the keys back up.]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des has a moment of internal debate before he finally snatches the keys back.] You've got ten minutes to impress me, Slick.

[STOMPING OVER TO HIS STUPID CAR, muttering:] What the fuck do I need to haul? I don't own anything bigger than the glovebox. Jesus H. Christ.

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.

[isisagent]

[While technically still an El Camino, this weird hodgepodge of a vehicle has more a muscle-car front end than a typical El Camino front end. It's painted jet black with white racing stripes, and the interior is all leather.]

Yeah, that's Corinthian leather, by the way. Kind of a big deal. Pop the hood.

[nothingsodivine]

My 'vette had bucket seats. [He liked the bucket seats, but the leather interior is marginally less offensive than the fucking truck bed. He pops the hood.] What am I looking at here?

[isisagent]

Well THAT would be a 440 V8 Hemispherical cylinder engine - state of the art.