knightsoflegend | orientation ♔ the machine of a dream

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orientation ♔ the machine of a dream

WHO || Wynn, Arthur, open if anyone wants to bang into them
WHAT || Arthur's orientation / CARS
WHERE || Knight's HQ, The Garage
WHEN || Monday, Feb. 20th, morning
HOW || Actionspam

[It's more difficult for Wynn to have large chunks of time to spend with his squire than other pairs, but as promised, he finds time soon enough. And rather than giving Arthur the grand tour, which Wynn has a feeling he's gotten five times over now in the interim, he instead leads the King outside, down the path that leads to the great outbuilding housing the pool and garage. He looks sidelong at Arthur as they walk along.]

How have you been faring?

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[ Well. Then. ]

I see.

[ Arthur wants to know more — what about the fifth? How did they die? Were they all of Guinevere? — but one answer has lanced him and he doesn't trust the next not to do the same. A deep breath, and he falls silent. ]

Edited 2012-02-22 00:50 (UTC)

[The silence that falls between them expresses Wynn's reluctance to say much more on the subject, which doesn't seem to bode very positive news. Finally, he adds:]

You left a different sort of legacy, you might say.

[ Arthur swallows a snappish comment, because it's all right for Wynn, who has a far-stretching family tree. Arthur's entire family are either dead or have betrayed him or both. ]

Yeah?

[ It's a little breathless with emotion, and he tries not to look too sardonic. Does he mean the Knights? Arthur would rather have grandchildren. ]

Your legend, your legacy, inspired and continues to inspire a nation, a people, and now the world. The stories have changed, details have been lost, but the idea of Camelot remains. Of Arthur's Camelot, and what his Round Table signified.

The world has changed, but men remember. Some part of them continues to respond to the tales, to the lessons of your reign.

Ideas are more powerful than blood. They are more powerful than any force on this planet. They shape mankind's destiny.

Your legacy is a part of that.

[ That's all well and good, Wynn, but it's not babies. ]

[ Still. All right. So maybe Arthur's heart beats a little faster, and the swell of his pride makes up for the crushing disappointment that hasn't so much vanished as been pushed to the back of his mind. ]

[ He breathes out, glances over at Wynn with an amused twitch of his brows. ]

Sounds like a good legacy.

[ If he can be that man, if he can lead the world the way the world is promising him he will (the way that Merlin always told him he could) then maybe he doesn't need all that other stuff. He can be his crown, and his ideals, and it won't matter who he loved or what he had for breakfast or if he was a good father or how young his children died. ]

[Oh my god, Arthur, put your biological clock away before you start ovulating over there.

Wynn meets Arthur's gaze with a raised brow of his own]

As I said.

[AND OH LOOK IT'S THE GARAGE FINALLY. Wynn slows and moves to open the door on the side. It's dark inside, but the lights are motion detected and as they move inside, they flick on, one after another in sequence, slowly illuminating the wide expanse of parked vehicles.

♬ I'm In Love With My Car - Queen

And by wide expanse, we're talking rows and rows. And not just old timey looking vehicles like the one Wynn took him for a ride in, but also more practical modern sedans, vans, SUVs, etc. and then some entirely impractical but remarkably svelte looking sports cars.

Yep. Wynn is just gonna let him enjoy the view for now.]

[ And there's definitely enjoyment. Arthur's eyes go wide as more and more cars were revealed, a platoon, a veritable fleet of motor vehicles. ]

[ Since his exciting first ride, Arthur has asked around a little, done a touch of research where he could, but there's a lot to learn and cars are still as foreign to him as dragons. He takes in the builds and colours, the sheer variety in the number of cars that stretch before him. ]

[ His eyes linger on something red and sleek, that even to an amateur seems to say, seductively, I go very, very fast. ]

[ Arthur looks over at Wynn, grinning. ]

I want to learn to drive.

[The noise from the automatic garage door opening probably catches their attention first, followed by a silver car that expertly (Drive check of 24) weaves in and around to an park in an available spot. They can hear the door open and shut a few moments later, then the beep of the automatic door lock.

Her small frame is hard to make out over the top of the cars, but she soon makes her way into the main aisle and is moving towards them. She's obviously a drow, her white hair long, but pulled back, and she's wearing darkly tinted sunglasses. She doesn't seem to notice them until she gets much closer, apparently distracted by her own thoughts. When she does see them, however, she is obviously quite surprised. She quickens her pace a little, easily crossing the space between them.]

Good morning, Sir. [She offers to Wynn with a polite smile. She still looks surprised by all this. She turns to examine Arthur, giving him a smile as well, and inclining her head towards him in acknowledgement.]

[Wynn's content to enjoy Arthur's sudden resolve for the moment, watching as Francesca makes her way over. He nods his head regally to her upon her salutation and then tips it to indicate Arthur]

Francesca. I'd like you to meet Arthur Pendragon.

Arthur, Francesca. [He gives her a faint smile, and there's the tiniest hint of pride there, the same hint that he gets when usually talking about his Knights.] She's been a Knight of this order for over a century and served our ideals faithfully and wholeheartedly.

[ Over a century. Did everyone here have absurd longevity? But then, he supposes it's to be expected of something other than human. Dark elves, hadn't Wynn called them? Those warriors in the paintings. The ones which opposed the Order. ]

[ But Wynn trusts her, and Arthur trusts him with his life — has had to. Bollocks to all this nodding; he extends a hand to Francesca. ]

Nice car.

[Her smile turns more genuine at Wynn's introduction and she takes Arthur's outstretched hand.] Sir Pendragon. It's nice to actually meet you.

[She seems surprised by his casual mention of a car and gently corrects him, sounding amused.] It's a company car, not mine, but it is very nice.

Arthur was just remarking how much he'd like to learn to operate one of these vehicles. [He gives Francesca a pointed look] Perhaps you might have some advice for him.

[ Damn right he knows about cars. He is so native. And wholly smooth. ]

I'd certainly appreciate it.

[ Because he still thinks it's like riding a horse: that you sit there and let it do all the work. ]

[She looks between the two men for a couple seconds, obviously taken aback by Wynn's suggestion. Now she's trying to rack her brain for some valuable lesson she learned from driving that Wynn would want her to share. Or was this really just a casual conversation about cars?

She focuses on Arthur as she speaks, so it feels less like she's been called on in class.] Well, um, have you ever ridden in a car? Or watched someone else drive a car? Because that'd probably be a good place to start.

[She's still hesitant and her tone is slightly disbelieving. She assumes Wynn wouldn't just let him jump behind the wheel, but stranger things have happened.]

[You underestimate what Wynn will do for his FAVORITE PERSON IN THE WORLD.

Ahem.

I mean.]

He's taken one ride previously. Perhaps you could show him how it's done. [Not that you have anything important to do, apparently.]

[Francesca's face remains unchanged -- her eyebrows still knitted in skepticism. Until enlightenment dawns on her and the corner of her lip twitches. Wynn's manipulation is usually full of good intention and wisdom, so she decides not to resist it.

Besides, she couldn't help but find Arthur's boyish charm more than a little endearing. This could be fun.]

I would be happy to. [She turns to Arthur.] Shall we?

[ Enthused by the fact that this is really happening, the look Arthur casts Wynn is grateful, grinning at him for a moment before turning his attention back to Francesca. ]

Let's.

[ Arthur blossoms when granted responsibility, but he doesn't let enjoyment of bursting into the modern world destroy his sense of what's appropriate. Another look at Wynn, less like a puppy waiting to be fed. ]

Now? I wouldn't want to interrupt our time together.

[ Since Wynn has so little and they have mostly spent it chatting. ]

I fail to see the harm. [He gestures back at the car] There's always time for a learning opportunity. I'll join you.

[Oh. Wynn's coming too. No, this isn't weird at all 8|

She merely nods in acceptance and keeps in step with him as they head to the car.] Is there any place in particular you'd like us to drive to, Sir?

[ Arthur is attempting to keep a nearly puppyish excitement on the down-low, but it seeps through in the sparkle of his eyes, the eager pace of his step back towards the flashy silver vehicle Francesca had arrived in. ]

Does the destination particularly matter?

[ He just wants to be in the car, feeling it move. He touches the metal lightly, taking the time to appreciate the vehicle from the outside in the way he didn't get to on his first journey. It's wholly alien to him. A horseless metal wagon. With leather interiors. ]

[Wynn watches Arthur with an obvious sense of amusement, but turns back to Francesca to respond.] The airstrip, if you would be so kind.

[Francesca's watching Arthur as well and she can't suppress the wide smile spreading across her face. It's not his unfamiliarity that's intriguing to her, but rather his eagerness to throw himself head-on into something new and exciting. Honestly, it makes her feel so young. Not that she's old, but being cooped up in a stodgy castle for weeks on end can really suck the life out of you.

She turns back to Wynn, still smiling broadly.] I definitely think he'll like that.

[She pops open her door and climbs inside, taking her phone out and busying herself with it as she waits for the other two.]

[ Arthur takes a front seat, remembers after a moment to struggle with the seatbelt, but eventually manages to click it into place. He's not sure what an airstrip is, but as he'd said: anywhere that involved driving would be fine by him. ]

[ He peers at the dashboard, trying to work out the symbols for the AC and sound system, but not quite stupid enough to just fiddle with them. ]

[Wynn's fine with being relegated to the backseat, since he's... accustomed to people chauffeuring him around. He sits in the very center, which gives him a clear view of everything going on up front.]

If you're interested in knowing how to drive, it would seem the most important first step is to get the opportunity to watch someone do so firsthand. [Which, considering Arthur had been equally backseat-chauffeured last time, he'd hardly gotten a serious chance to do so far]

[As soon as Arthur shuffles into the car, she holds up her phone, with a Sleight of Hand check of 27 snaps his picture. The phone makes no sound to indicate anything has happened, so he might not even notice what she does. She presses a couple more buttons on the small device and there's suddenly a low mumble of music playing throughout the car. She keeps it quiet though, so they can easily talk over it. Music Cue: The Silence | Avalanche City]

Driving requires music. But feel free to keep talking, of course.

[She starts up the car, her gestures over-emphasized so he can easily observe the procedure.]

Cars require a key, carved and electronically encrypted to match each specific vehicle, and only said vehicle, in order to start their engine. I'm not a mechanic, so I can't explain all the workings under the hood, but that information is unnecessary to just drive a car.

[She'll continue to show him how she switches the car into gear, how to turn on the headlights and windshield wipers, how to adjust the mirrors, and remind him to put his seat-belt on before she backs out of the parking spot.]

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banging into them ;)

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