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

[notaroundme]

[Nothing like come back to a hotel room full of fucking weapons.

Not that she'll be leaving hers at home pretty much ever again. She's totally bringing a clutch or purse big enough to hide hers in, though, because she's sure not going to be able to hide it in this dress.]

[slay]

[ well, it's not a weapon, but buffy will actually be recovering the torn bottom of her dress. she pulls it out of the bag with some reluctance, stretching the fabric over her hands and bunching it in front of her. it's been so long by now that she's reading into it - the ripped remains of rafael's gift to her. she swallows whatever emotion was warring across her face down and bunches the fabric up into a ball. ]

Let's all hope we don't need them. [ not that buffy ever carries hers. she sets the ripped material aside with a purse of hers to leave in the hotel, then catches sight of rafael's conflict. ] Why did they release all of these to you? [ isn't that illegal? ??? aren't those firearms registered ?? ]

[starfucker]

Maybe. But you all know as well as I do how persuasive Teken'Duis can be.

[savemyself]

[ rafael seems to come to a decision while this exchange goes on, and yanks out his holsters, dropping his suit jacket on the back of a chair just as isabella comes in to see him. she ... does not look pleased. ] ... You cannot tell me you think that is a good idea. [ she flicks an accusing stare around the room, so it's hard to tell whether she's annoyed at rafael, or at no one else for interfering. ]

[nothingsodivine]

In case you haven't noticed, we seem to find worst case scenarios. What're you gonna do if the gigantic number of enemies this merry little band has made decides to gatecrash? Throw a cocktail fork at them?

[and pregaming begins now. he'd say he... can't go into this party sober, but he can't really get drunk on this stuff. :]

[shootfirst]

And not to riff on Italy's right hook, but personally? I'd rather he was playing to his strengths. [ kat goes to stuff her gun into her waistband, before realizing... she doesn't have one. she grimaces and then throws open a suitcase, digging around for a thigh holster. ]

[isisagent]

Yeah, I'm with D on this one.
[Archer says after inspecting the very shotgun that months ago cracked Des' chest. He tucks it expertly inside his suit jacket, where it all but disappears, the suit having been expertly crafted by Archer's bespoke tailor to conceal his firearm loadout, unlike the rest of your swanky peasant several-thousand dollar New York fashion outfits.]

Fucking rent-a-pencil cops...
[He opens the flask and up-ends it disdainfully, with nothing coming out.]
There was still two and-a-quarter ounces of Glengoolie Blue in here.

[nothingsodivine]

Basically. [Des looks like Archer agreeing with him is the end of the world, but he produces his revolver and gives it a little spin (dex 21)- because he is an asshole and apparently likes it when Archer gives him shit about being a cowboy- and shoves it inside his suit jacket.]

We're bringing the guns. End of story.

[rationalizes]

I can't say I hope to use them, but ... I think it is best that we be prepared for any eventuality. We've all learned that disaster can strike at any moment.

[isisagent]

H-o-ly shit [Archer claps Gar hard on the back.] When did you get awesome, Jeanne?!

[That's right Gar, all it takes is sexy dresses, and vaguely acquiescing to firearm use mixed with alcohol to get along with Archer.]

Took you long enough. [And he pokes her on the nose twice.] Boop Boop.