chicago ♔ it’s a tragedy to be left only with memories

[savemyself]

WHO || Failboat and friends [Closed]
WHAT || As the trial drags on, the Knights spend their last few months in Chicago and tensions mount
WHERE || Various locations, Chicago
WHEN || November 21st - The end of the trial?? [Back AND Forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam, don't sweat tag order


Everybody loves a media circus and the trial of Rafael Giovanni is no exception. If he was famous before, in the days following the shooting, now he's all people are talking about, and all the tabloids want to focus on. The complications presented at some of the early hearings by Jaka, regarding the identity of the Black Scourge and Rafael's alleged reaction have only made the story more appealing to the millions watching.

They've also caused the trial to drag out for months as facts are checked, evidence is poured over, and the jury becomes only more split on the issue. In the meantime, the holidays fly by, and one of the most terrible winters in years blankets Chicago in blizzards.

This log covers any work and non-work related shenanigans the Knights have while staying in Chicago, immediately following the last log and continuing for the next couple months. This will be the Knight's last time in Chicago before the trial: after which they plan to return to the castle to fully Knight Violet and Elena and decide where to head next.

Make your own threads, don't fuss about tag order, feel free to threadjack multiple people into one thread for hang-outs, ask me if you want a certain scene with an NPC, etc. forever whatever.

Comments

[socialgraces]

I'm not saying just laying all your secrets out for her will necessarily win her trust back, but it might be a step in the right direction. If that's still what you want, when the time comes.

[65]

I'll think about it. It just seems like ... so much.

[socialgraces]

Only you can decide if it's worth it or not. But not tonight, okay? [ she gives his arm a squeeze, rising from the bed again to go grab that coffee ]

[65]

Okay. [he watches her without moving from the bed. moving also seems like "so much."] Thank you, Francesca.

[socialgraces]

[ she pours him a cup, making her way back to the bed ] I'd do anything for you, Finnick. I hope you know that.

[65]

I know. And I'm always — I'm very grateful.

[socialgraces]

Don't mention it. [ she gives his shoulder a squeeze ] Oh! I got you something. [ she moves around the other side of the bed to drag something out from under the bed ]

[65]

A present? Francesca, that really isn't necessary. [BUT HE STILL BRIGHTENS UP.]

[socialgraces]

[ who doesn't love presents, right? ] It was going to be for Christmas, but it didn't get here in time. I think now is a better occasion, anyway.

[ she pulls out a six-foot-long box, and with a strength check of 19 she somehow easily hoists it up on the bed. it's all fancy wrapped in metallic paper with a bow, of course ] Might help you take your mind of things for a little bit.

[65]

Perhaps ... [HE GENTLY PEELS THE PAPER AWAY AND OPENS THE BOX. SUCH A SUSPENSEFUL TAG. really though he is baffled — WHY IS IT SO BIG??]

[socialgraces]

[ inside is this. my otp has been reunited (sorry finnyri) ] I had it commissioned. [ she smiles ] Just for you.

[65]

[ ♬ where i belong - nobuo uematsu

to say he hadn't used a trident since coming through the veil would be a lie — he'd practiced with a trident in the training room. but it hadn't been the same. it hadn't been his. even though it was a reminder of a different, more painful time in some ways, it was an even better reminder of himself. an extension of his identity. something he'd been lacking in as of late, and sorely longing for.

basically, it was perfect. he'll even tell her so, with a big grin on his face.] It's perfect! [he moves across the bed to give her a hug.] I absolutely love it.

[socialgraces]

Oh good. [ her smile grows in response to his ] I'm glad you like it.

And I can help you keep up on your practice, if you'd like. I shouldn't let myself get rusty either. [ oh and she hugs him back across the bed ]

[65]

You know how to use a trident? [ FRANNY-SAMA ... SO COOL ... ]

[socialgraces]

Oh, no, not specifically. But maybe you could teach me? Or I could just use a different weapon.

[ she smirks ] Not to brag, but I don't think you could even hit me.

[65]

I don't know about that ... I may be rusty, but I was very good.

[socialgraces]

You may be twice my size [ and twice as strong ] but I have been at this for over a hundred years.

How about we see what you've got? [ i'm gonna say there's a room somewhere made/big enough to do some training. besides, this'll be a good distraction for him ]

[65]

I don't know if ... [he shakes his head] I probably need to ... detox first. [he can at least acknowledge his limits... and that he just spent all day on the balcony drinking in a polar vortex.] Not right now. But soon.

[socialgraces]

[ oh yeah, good point. she should have thought of that, and she looks a little embarrassed that she didn't ] Oh, of course. I'm sorry. [ she gives him an encouraging look ] Soon.

[65]

Yeah. It's ... okay. [he shakes his head, as if to say it's no big deal.] It's my own fault.

[socialgraces]

[ this feels a bit like... progress, almost. even if that's not what she had intended ] Maybe you should get some sleep, it might help you feel better.

[65]

Maybe. [as much as he loves francesca, he loves ... getting to escape all these feelings more, and sleep feels like the perfect exit window.] Thanks again, Francesca. For everything. Should I just sleep on the bed? Or ...

[socialgraces]

Yes, please. Take the bed. [ she reaches over to squeeze his hand ] Hey, I'll make you some breakfast in the morning.

[65]

If you insist. [he's just going to set his trident aside and go from sitting to laying down, then.] I hope there's bacon.

[socialgraces]

Whatever you'd like. [ she moves off the bed, too, and she's even gonna pull back the blankets and take the time to tuck him in ]