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.

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[bigbad]

[At this point, Spike can't even be surprised that Buffy and Rafael broke the seal without talking to the rest of the team. He shoots Buffy a hurt look. He might search her out later to talk about it, but the fact is, it is Rafael's choice. Rafael's choice and Rafael's debt. But there's something about Des' revelation that bothers him a lot more than the bit about the Greys beinganipulative bastards. That much he had half suspected already.]

And how long ago did your friend tell you all this before you saw fit to share it with the bloody team? [He shakes his head, scowling.] I'd suggest that maybe it's time we stop keeping secrets from one another but we all know it won't do any good. Every single bloody time you'll decide your secret's the one worth keeping. This is the decision no one but you can make.

Beginning to think Finnick and Archer have the right idea in their coping mechanism.

[graveflowers]

[ so stalemate.

nodding absently, vi turns and walks away. done with this. hell, she was done with it before it even started, but now she is extra done. spike's comment about finnick was just the last straw. and someone needs to get a washcloth for elena to wash off the blood. ]

[nothingsodivine]

I got off the phone with him an hour ago. [Des scowls and then looks at Gar.] I'll have him send his documents over if you wanna look over them, but unless you want him to spend four hours dissecting arcane chaos theories, I don't advise calling him. Or maybe you're into that and I just found you a boyfriend. Hell if I know.

[AND OFF HE GOES] I'm gonna go wash the blood off me and hunt down an IHop.

[notaroundme]

[Yeah, Elena is pretty done with this clusterfuck too.

She finally pulls herself off the floor, probably leaving stains as she does. Oops.

Then, without another word, she walks off in the direction Vi went.]

[slay]

Rafael's right. We did this so we could get back to what our mission is really about. We have catch-up to do if we want to be anywhere near where Chad and his cronies are in finding that Talisman. It's time we got back to work. [ she's happy to bury all of this bullshit for the time being, it seems, without bothering to actually work anything out. she turns to gar. ] So, where do we start?

[rationalizes]

I rather think we should start by cleaning up this mess, actually. I'm not certain any discussion about direction of the mission will be very fruitful... right now.

[ a sad look of reassurance to buffy, as she moves to open the closet by the door to remove a broom and dustpan for the glass ] Tomorrow, we'll refocus our efforts.

[isisagent]

[Archer stumbles into the mess with a box of donuts in one hand, and a nice bottle of whiskey in the other.]

I stopped to pick up some refreshments on the way back, so we could celebrate being done with this bullsh - JESUS FUCK [He sees all the blood on the carpet... and everywhere.] What the fuck did I miss?

[Can't help but think of this]

[65]

[finnick had been going to peace out after spike's little ~quip~, but he didn't. which is good, because now he's still around to make this comment:] Oh, half the group decided that torture was an appropriate form of retaliation for Des doing something they didn't approve of.

[isisagent]

[Archer can't help but laugh out loud.]

How am I more well-adjusted than half of this group?

[He sits down, kicks his feet up on the table, and drinks a few swigs straight from the bottle, before pulling a glass closer and pouring a fill into that, then he grabs a donut, and plops the box down on the table.

Fuck's sake. That's a lot of blood. Who needs a drink?

[notaroundme]

[Elena comes back into the room since it seems like no one else is going to fling any more rabid insults. She has a damp towel and is wiping Des' blood from her hands.]

Me. I do.

[Never has she wanted one more in her life. After that, maybe she'll help clean up.]

[bigbad]

Yeah... I could use one too. [And he's gonna head over to the kitchen and open the fridge. If anyone is paying attention they might notice him lick his fingers where he got Des' blood on them.]

[witchwoman]

[While everyone helps themselves to booze, Myri just gets up from the floor and heads for her room. She's exhausted and near a breaking point after all of that. She's not interested in hanging out at the after party.]

[socialgraces]

[ francesca watches myri go, concern etched on her features, but she can't resist the call of alcohol, especially not right now. she makes her way over to the group, trying her best to ignore the copious amounts of blood... everywhere, and takes a seat somewhere relatively clean.

oh, she'll take a donut, too. ] I certainly never expected that out of this team.

[notaroundme]

[Elena finishes cleaning up as best she can, but she wants a shower soon for sure. She tosses the towel she was using on top of what they need to clean, since it'll come in handy again anyway.]

Neither did I.

[She sounds sad as she says it quietly.]

[65]

[finnick knows he should go comfort myri and be a good boyfriend ... but he just doesn't have the energy in him to do it right now. SURELY THAT BODES WELL. instead, he takes a seat next to francesca, feeling like his desire for alcohol is implied. and not wanting to say as much thanks to spike.] I can't be completely surprised, with our team's tendency to act first and think later.

[socialgraces]

[ she looks first to elena and then to finnick ] But you were right what you said, that was nothing short of torture. There's definitely some issues here that need to be resolved.

[ and she takes a bite of her donut - because apparently all this blood doesn't bother her, as long as it doesn't get on her - and looks back to archer expectantly for that drink. ]

[isisagent]

[Archer begins pouring... several drinks, for those yet in attendance - and motioning towards the donuts, for those who haven't snagged one yet.]

Seems to be a few uh... broken links in the chain-of-command in this operation... [Archer looks at Elena, remembering he promised to be nice-ish to Gar.] I mean, isn't it kind of Jeanne's job to keep us all... on task, and/or not murdering each other? She's like, the senior operative, right? [Most nice Archer can potentially be?]

[shootfirst]

Hey, it's not Gar's fault half the people here should be heavily medicated. And clearly aren't even a little bit so. [ yeah, jumping in before gar can get upset, because she sure raised her eyes from cleaning up the gas, looking horribly distraught. MOVING ON BEFORE GAR CRIES. ] I mean Des came in here babbling about how we're all being controlled by like, alien overlords or something, pretty sure.

[isisagent]

[Archer tilts a glass in Kat's direction.]

Well, maybe more of them should self-medicate, eh? [And he grins, as he takes a drink.]

And hell, maybe he's right. I mean, we just poof into this world randomly... Why not alien overlords, I say. Makes more sense than that "magic" nonsense people keep going on about.

[notaroundme]

I hate to break it to you, but I'm pretty sure that 'magic stuff' is real, Archer.

[Seriously, dude, you've had plenty of time to come to terms with that.

And she'll just...snag that doughnut after taking a long sip from her drink. And yes, she totally makes a face. She's not used to taking it straight, you know.]

[isisagent]

[Archer comes to terms with things at his own pace. Which is to say, potentially never.]

Oh, but aliens are not?

[Archer raises his hand up.]

Show of hands - how many of us have been into space? Anybody? [Notably leaving out that he saw absolutely no signs of alien life while in space himself.]

[notaroundme]

Who knows? Maybe they are. I haven't met one yet, though.

[And driiiiink. Also, damn, these doughnuts are delicious. Nothing like drowning sorrows in booze and sugar.]

[socialgraces]

They used to think we were aliens - those that came through the veil. Apparently that's easier to reconcile than magic, as Archer, here, has so aptly demonstrated.

I'm sure this predicament with the Grays holds a similar, more reasonable explanation. [ she takes a drink ] Although it's not something I have any particular interest in delving into.