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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[witchwoman]

We can share that too. [He's her big brother. She's not afraid of his cooties. Turning around, she gets back in bed and scoots back until she's up against the headboard.] Close the door?

[She looks a little pathetic at the request. The last thing she wants is an open door to invite more people and more questions. Mark and ice cream are all the company she can take right now.]

[nosdacariad]

You got it. [ he closes it with a quiet click before coming to sit on the edge of the bed. ] So.

[witchwoman]

[She pauses, spoon halfway to her mouth.]

So?

[nosdacariad]

So how are you?

Really.

[witchwoman]

Would you believe me at all if I said that I'm fine? [She puts the spoon back down in the bowl and gives him a tired smile.] The world didn't end, Mark. My heart only broke.

[nosdacariad]

Maybe. But in my experience?

Sometimes it's worse that way, because it feels like the world should have ended. And instead it keeps turning. And you have to try to find a way to live in it when inside you're just--

[ he stops himself, looking down ]

[witchwoman]

How? How do I find a way to pretend like it doesn't kill me to see him? How do I act normal when all I want to do is run as far as I can.

[nosdacariad]

[ big eyed fish - dave matthews band

mark's entire brow furrows so deeply that anything other than a crit failed spot check will probably pick up that he's trying very very hard to keep his face from collapsing ... or from crying. his voice is thick as he responds: ] You focus very, very hard on the things in your life that are still good. The people who care about you. Anything you have left to life for.

[witchwoman]

[Well she rolled a four so she's plenty distracted, but with mods that's a total of 14 so Myri is definitely noticing his expression.]

Mark, are... are you alright?

[nosdacariad]

[ he looks up abruptly, snapping out of it, and the shadows on his face vanish again as if he put a mask right back over them. ] Are any of us?

[witchwoman]

No, but you don't need to pretend- not with me.

[nosdacariad]

Sometimes pretending's part of keeping yourself sane. Pretend to be okay long enough and... it almost becomes true.

[witchwoman]

You can't really believe that, Mark. No one should live a lie, even for themselves.

[nosdacariad]

What's the alternative?

[witchwoman]

Facing it. It hurts, but... the idea is that it might get better. And if it does, then it would be real.

[nosdacariad]

Is that what you're gonna do?

[witchwoman]

[She glances down at her hands] I've been trying. But... It's not easy.

[nosdacariad]

No. It's not. [ he reaches out and takes her hand. ] I'm sorry, Myri.

[witchwoman]

[She turns her hand to take his, fingers threading.]

You don't resent me, do you? For all my worrying? I've tried not to pry too much ever since... [Since the blow up about what he did at the concert.] But you don't... hate me for always being concerned?

[It's how she believes Finnick feels, and now it's bled into everything else. All she can think of is the way her concern draws away from the mission, or how it might annoy all of those around her. She's so afraid of losing them all, like a domino effect.]

[nosdacariad]

Hate you? [ he turns and gives her a big hug, mindful of the ice cream bowl ] Myri, you keep me from losing my mind sometimes.

[witchwoman]

[She is just going to stretch to put the ice cream on the nightstand and then collapse back into his hug. Mark gives good hugs, okay. And she's needed some sort of physical comfort all day.]

How? All I do is fret over everything. [She mumbles it against him because yeah this hug isn't over yet.]

[nosdacariad]

All you do is love everybody too much, you doof.

[witchwoman]

And look where it's gotten me.

[nosdacariad]

Surrounded by the people who still love you. No matter what.

[witchwoman]

Everything's changed, Mark. It's not as easy as that. No one's happy, not really. And every day, I have to wonder what danger I will put someone in by losing control of the urges my gift brings.