nyc --> london ♔ and as the vision fades | i'll say i was blinded by your eyes

[postergirl]

♬ It Happens All the Time - Depeche Mode

WHO || Failboat, Des, Rafael, Isabella, Burt, and more~ [closed]
WHAT || The Knights finally say their goodbyes and head back to the castle
WHERE || NYC hotel; flight to London; London, England
WHEN || March 16th
HOW || Actionspam or prose

What was supposed to be a night to unwind wound up with a confrontation between Failboat and Keijen Blade that didn't exactly go the way the team was hoping for. However, in the process, they at least managed to get Isabella back and extract Dumage from her long term undercover assignment.

The remainder of the night is spent back at the hotel, recuperating, in order to catch the flight back to London the next morning. This also means saying goodbye to those who will be going back to Chicago: Isabella, Burt, and Rafael.

Comments

[shootfirst]

... I would just like to go on the record as saying that I am not the one who let that cat out of the bag. [ she flashes des a look. NO RLY. IT'S USUALLY HER. SHE RECOGNIZES HER PENCHANT FOR GOSSIP. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des doesn't look up but his ears are definitely turning red.]

And today's Final Jeopardy category is: Topics I don't wanna discuss with anyone here.

[notaroundme]

[GUESS WHO JUST CRIT FAILED HER WISDOM CHECK]

What are you guys talking about?

[nosdacariad]

Yeah, what are you talking about? [ /never even met zarad, missed all the boats ]

[isisagent]

[Joining the chorus;]

Wait, what are we talking about?

[nothingsodivine]

[An awkward silence falls over the group as everyone stands there waiting for someone to explain it. Des finally looks up and snaps:] I kissed Zarad. There. It's out. There's one less secret for you schmucks to worry about.

[notaroundme]

Oh.

[Blink. And more silence. Because welp. Yep.]

[graveflowers]

Why, exactly, is this a big deal? [ REALLY PEOPLE. she is judging all y'all. except finnick. and des. ]

[rationalizes]

I would think that's, er, Mr. Descant's private... business.

[notaroundme]

It isn't. I just feel...stupid for...asking, I guess.

[Or something.]

I wasn't...in the middle of anything was I?

[This is fucking awkward.]

[nothingsodivine]

No. It was a- I was drunk and he's-

[Des bites down on his tongue and points at Gar.] You know what, listen to her. She's got the right idea. And for the record, Spike, I was checking my hotel reservations.

[He even turns his phone around so Spike can see. It's... hotels.com or some shit.

Like wow. All this happened... because Des wanted to make sure he didn't lose his hotel room.]

[postergirl]

[ ... ] Well.

You lot have been busy while I've been away, haven't you? [ have the smuggest smirk, des. ]

[bigbad]

[Spike looks super amused right now. He doesn't give a shit, he's just mocking because he likes to mock.]

Why're you staying in a hotel? There are plenty of extra rooms in the castle.

[graveflowers]

Seriously. We're in a recession, yo. Why waste the money?

[nothingsodivine]

Yeah, and if I have any trysts, you'll have something else to interrogate me about.

[HE IS BITTER ABOUT EVERYONE KNOWING WHO HE SUCKED FACE WITH OKAY.

Not that he... plans on having trysts.]

[rationalizes]

I'm certain no one here means to poke fun. [ DO YOU HEAR THAT PEOPLE. 8| stern librarian face. as she pushes the door open and holds it for everyone. ] Wynn would love to have you come with us. We would love to have you come with us.

[shootfirst]

Going a little overboard on the hospitality train there, Gar. [ they head on inside and i just redid the description of this place here and i'm lazy so just go read the top post. that's it. that's the place. ] Oooo. [ kat goes to flop down on the piano bench, where she launches into an atrocious rendition of chopsticks. ]

[nothingsodivine]

Fine. So long as he doesn't start shoving informational pamphlets under my door.

[Seriously, he's not joining the knights. Everyone should stop trying to make fetch happen.

He shoves his phone in his pocket and stares at Kat, before shaking his head. God, you people.]

[nosdacariad]

[ mark goes and leans on the piano with a smartass grin at kat. ] Let me guess. You were taking lessons from Rafael.

[postergirl]

[ dumage takes one look around at the oversaturation of dragon and arthurian decor, blinks, and then turns around on her heel promptly. ] I need a cigarette. [ she digs around in her purse and frowns, coming up empty, before turning to spike once he gets inside. ] Have a smoke I can borrow, darling?

[bigbad]

Course. [He digs around in his coat pocket and pulls out a battered box of smokes. He tosses them to Dumage with a grin.]

[postergirl]

[ she catches them expertly with a smile of her own ] Brilliant. [ and then happily pops off outside to enjoy one as gar starts filling out the paperwork to sign out cars for their return trip. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des paces restlessly, about as impressed with the dragon decor as Dumage was.]

Does he ever let up on the dragon motif?

[shootfirst]

Have you met Wynn? He's sort of Mr. Extremes.

[nothingsodivine]

Ohhhh I've met him. Believe me. [And his sardonic, mocking tone suggests that those meetings were meetings he'd rather forget. It's not that he doesn't like Wynn- he respects the hell out of him. He just... doesn't like the idea of being a knight.]