nyc ♔ all moonlight returned today

[romanticidal]

♬ shining star - jump5

WHO || Rafael, Isabella, Burt, Kat, Gar, Mark, Luthir, Buffy, Spike, Finnick, Violet, Elena, Archer, Des [closed]
WHAT || Burt invites everyone to celebrate their victory at the trial at the opening of his new nightclub in NYC
WHERE || New York City, NY
WHEN || Saturday, March 15th [forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam

It's over. After months of being sidelined by the trial of their friend Rafael, the Knights are finally free to return to England and see what headway the Dragon's Claws have made on discovering the location of the Talisman they seek.

But not everyone is so free to return. The consequence of getting Burt's assistance in disentangling Finnick from his contract and super-stardom was an ironclad agreement that allows Burt to sink his claws fully into Rafael's career. Considering that Burt knows their secret identity, non-disclosure agreement or not, the executive's renowned moral gray-itude doesn't exactly make it seem like a great plan to back out on the compromise.

They've at least been able to put off their goodbyes for a few days since the end of the trial, as Burt invited all of them to New York City for the opening of his brand new nightclub. Some of them flew out, while Archer and Des presumably drove their matching El Caminos cross-country in the days between. But now they've all met again in the Big Apple, for a celebration - and farewell of sorts.

Comments

LET'S TRY THAT AGAIN....

[nothingsodivine]

Nice try. It'll be a cold day in Hell before I willingly join up with that dog and pony show.

[No offense and all.]

[rationalizes]

[ meanwhile kat is all but literally pushing gar out into the car as she protests ] Well, I'll go this afternoon, but that doesn't mean I intend to buy anything or -- or go out to the club tonight.

[isisagent]

For the record, Burt, my suit cost more than your entire wardrobe.

I'm just tagging along to make sure none of you buy anything too hideous for me to be seen around.

[bigbad]

[Spike intends to go out to the club, but he finds the entire idea of shopping for expensive clothes ridiculous. He's just here to provide snark.] Seems silly, buying clothing this expensive that won't hold up during the inevitable violence.

[shootfirst]

[ kat perks up, suddenly interested ] There's gonna be violence?

[slay]

Can you not with the jinxing? I would like one night without inevitable violence. Geez.

[romanticidal]

If you wish to get in a bar fight, we can pretend not to know you. [ he smirks at buffy as they climb in the oversized vehicle. ]

[nothingsodivine]

Who the hell is even gonna show up? It's a party, not a coup.

[He's pretty sure Burt is not gonna let Chad into his fancy club and he's hoping that Chad's minions of evil aren't that invested in ruining Burt's life when they could be... doing god only knows what on their whirlwind godchildren world tour.]

[savemyself]

We are going to go one night without any trouble. [ that sounds like a threat isabella. ]

[notaroundme]

[Elena is having a hard time deciding you guys. She's just going to ignore any talk about violence because holy shit do you guys talk or do anything else srsly.]

Red, blue, or black?

[She means dresses, not wounds okay. :|]

[shootfirst]

I think she's going for black and blue.

[ nope, kat's still back on violence. AND THEY'RE OFF to drive... a few blocks probably. ]

[bigbad]

[Spike glances over at Kat and shrugs. She gets him. Or at least... gets the fact that violence just sort of follows them.]

I like red and black.

[Everyone knows, Spike, you don't wear any other colors.]

[starfucker]

You know nobody buys straight 'red' or 'black' anymore, don't you? You've gotta order crimson, or onyx or whatever else these cockbags cook up. [ driving driving driving. OH LOOK WE'RE HERE. ]

Alright, now when you get in there, at least pretend to be classy fuckers.

[graveflowers]

[ so be the opposite to embarrass you, burt? yes good. she hops out of the sweet ride, into the sweet fresh air and looks around.

and then trips on the curb with her dex crit fail and DOWN SHE GOES. oh her poor skinned knees and palms! ] Motherfucker!

[65]

Who needs pretending? [by that he means he's already classy as fuck. but then he gets out of the car and, by trying to catch violet, actually ref save crit fails and goes down with her. IT'S SO SEXY.

so yeah basically never mind.]

[isisagent]

We're off to a great start.

You guys uh... need some like... salve, or ice, or Whiskey, or something?

[starfucker]

My foot up your asses?

[graveflowers]

[ ow. ] You walked right into that, Burt. [ attempting to extract herself from the ground. hi finnick, what's up. this is so ridiculous she can't help but giggle as she struggles to her feet. ]

[65]

I'd say he jinxed it. [hey gurl. he peels himself away and staggers back onto his feet.] I'll take the whiskey.

[bigbad]

No one's surprised there.

[Spike pulls himself out of the car and makes an undignified but ultimately painless dash for the shade (since I'm gonna assume there's sunlight... fort 27).]

[isisagent]

[Archer passes Finnick a flask not-so-discreetly.]

Cheers, cap'n.

[notaroundme]

[Yeah, she went with black. Can't go wrong with a little black dress, okay.]

You guys okay?

[As she moves over to Vi to try and help her up since Finnick can apparently handle it.]

[65]

[FUCK YOU SPIKE, HE OFFERED. finnick takes the flask from archer, takes a generous swig, then passes it back.] All better.

[graveflowers]

I'm good, thanks. [ she smiles at elena, grateful for the help, and reaches out to snatch the flask before it makes it all the way back to archer. she takes a gulp and wipes her free hand on her jeans. ] That curb came outta nowhere.

[ DID IT, VI? DID IT? okay, now archer can have his flask back. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[Wow, guys. Wow. Much class. Such grace. Wow.

Des gets out on the street side of the limo and observes the failboat pile with a grimace and then steps around.]

Let's hope we don't get attacked at the party. Unless you plan to trip over the bad guys.