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

[65]

[to luthir, as he's making his own way back to dry land:] It was no trouble.

[behold, he can even make climbing out of the herpes water of the thames sexy. such a majestic surfer god.] I'd almost rather walk back to the castle.

[keyword: almost.]

[isisagent]

[If Elena's helping hand of 11 Str isn't enough, Archer got a 20 of his own - so they both make the climb out just fine.]

Wow. That was intense... We should probably like... do a headcount or something, to make sure we got everyone? [Then he shrugs.] Meh, on second thought, I'm sure they'll all be fine. [And with a charisma check of 17, he'll swoop in to continue where they left off with that kiss in the apparently herpes and crocodile filled waters of the Thames.]

[notaroundme]

[She probably shouldn't have been surprised, but she still is, eyes going wide for a moment before she...totally just goes with it (will save 12 l o l).

Apparently near death experiences means she gives zero fucks about privacy at the moment. This was kind of a long time coming, after all.]

[postergirl]

[ dumage is finally wandering up, cigarette in hand, but she stops when she sees... that. ]

... I seem to remember you bunch being much more prudish.

[graveflowers]

[ vi is just gonna stay leaning against luthir. moving is for losers. ] It only took, like, six months.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des staggers to his feet and goes to collect his jacket.]

Or Burt put pheromones in his freakin' club.

[65]

Little late for that excuse, isn't it? [NICE TRY DES. finnick will just ... go be vi and luthir's awkward third wheel.]

[shootfirst]

[ duchessganger deserves a song cue so:

♬ fucking boyfriend - the bird and the bee

while kat is over here looking ready to lose her lunch in the river. ]

Oh my god, do you have to do that right in front of us? Some of us would prefer not to have to claw out our eyeballs tonight.

[notaroundme]

[Elena finally breaks away, looking over at Kat with an amused grin on her face. Hey, thinking about kissing and snark is way better than thinking about the fact that she almost drowned. Again.]

Oh, bite me, Kat.

[She's teasing. Mostly.]

[isisagent]

[Archer rolls his eyes.]

Yeah, Kat. Or... should I say... uhm... jerk? face? [He nods to himself. Perfect insult!] Jerk-Face Mc Mood-Ruiner... [Then he slowly glares towards Gar.] the second.

[rationalizes]

[ gar stumbles up, shaking her head to clear the mild concussion or w/e. ] I'm just glad everyone's alright.

[isisagent]

...Aside from the figurative grab-bag of diseases we just literally bathed in... yes.

Though, I would argue dangerously sober for this particular situation...

[Archer pulls his flask out and takes a swig.]

[bigbad]

So at what point are we going to discuss the bit where we've been sabotaged? And that there's a decent chance it's an inside job?

[He looks over at Mark pointedly. SORRY BRO YOU'VE GOT A SHITTY TRACK RECORD.

Then he glances at Elena.]

And really, love, him? You could do so much better.

[nosdacariad]

[ mark casts spike a glare b/c REALLY SPIKE. REALLY. ] Or we could have been followed.

[nothingsodivine]

By who? I don't think all the telepaths in that room were pulling addresses out of our heads, and they would've had to beat us here.

[rationalizes]

There are spells that can track people, but we've no idea whether they have access to something like that.

I don't think we'll have proof of much until we get someone to take a look at those brakes. [ she glances into the river ] Or... the brakes on some of the cars, at least.

[graveflowers]

[ following gar's gaze, she sighs. ] Sorry.

[rationalizes]

Don't be. I'm just relieved no one was hurt.

[notaroundme]

[Wow, Spike, that is the last thing she needs right now.]

Says the guy who keeps flirting with her. [Tilting her head at Dumage.] I don't think you are in a position to judge.

[She's on edge right now, gosh. Give her a break you guys.]

How long til the cars get here?

[She's wet, and growing more unhappy by the moment as adrenaline wears off, and she wants to get the hell away from the water.]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des runs his hands through his sopping wet hair and sighs. His poor hair is going to smell like rank water for a week now.]

Maybe their brakes were cut too.

[EVER THE OPTIMIST.]

[isisagent]

Hey. Why don't you shut your dick-trap, Dracula. [Archer jeers, and throws his flask at Spike. Nat 20 improvised flask toss of doom!]

[This is so the best time for this.]

Hahaaa... Get it? dick-trap?

1/2

[nepotism]

[ it's at that point that an impressive looking stretch SUV pulls up and comes to a halt, the tinted driver's side window rolling down to reveal...

a certain dark-haired handsome dragon-blooded dude, who leans out to say with a grin: ]

Heard you had some car trouble.

[ his gaze skates across the rag-tag half-drowned looking crew and lights on kat, his smile only growing. ] Need a lift?

[shootfirst]

[ ♬ just the girl - the click five

kat's jaw drops open again and then she turns on her heel and starts up the sidewalk rapidly. ] That's it. I'm walking.

[bigbad]

[Spike raises his eyebrow at Elena. He's pretty sure Archer is just.... Proving his point here. Then he looks back at Archer. ]

Says the one who's got matching cars with our resident ponce. Or have you resolved that little crisis of identity?

[slay]

Not so fast.

[ buffy grabs kat's arm. someone has to be the hero she needs right now ok. it's for your own good, kat. she turns to smile at fred in greeting and corrects kat's manners. ]

What she meant to say was "yes, lift. Lift is good."