open ♔ may castle socialization

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, etc!
WHEN || Any time during May/June [ forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam

[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of these few months. Because not everyone is into parties, ok.

You are encouraged to start your own threads and tag around, and feel free to threadjack into any on-going threads that aren't specified as 'closed' in the subject lines since people can enter into rooms even in the middle of what's going on. WE ARE BIG ON THREAD-JACKING HERE. You can also specify 'single thread', meaning you want only one response for all participants, rather than multi-thread, where a number of different scenes/threads can be done as replies to the top prompt.]

On this log:
Vi @ the desk
Klaus @ the desk
Maxwell @ the desk
Aurelius @ Dragon's Fire wing
Gar @ the library
Dovan @ 2nd floor pub
Mark @ castle grounds
Lila @ the firing range
Abigail @ library/grounds/kitchen/training rooms
Spike (Kyp) @ people's rooms
Mars @ the library
Sebastian @ front steps
Alaric @ Dragon's Hoard wing
Myri @ cleric's wing, etc.
Spike @ infirmary/kitchen/outside/etc
Elena @ her room
Buffy & Kyp (and Fred) | Closed
Jack @ the cleric's wing
Kyp @ the dungeon
Spike, Buffy, & Helen | Closed
Rose @ various
Lila & Hook | Closed
Han @ the firing range
Brantley & Andrew | Closed
Vi & Des @ the garden
Failboat @ pancake brunch | Closed
Faye @ the library
Alanna @ the firing range
Jaina's induction party
Alex & Abigail | Closed
The Doctor @ the castle grounds
Elena & Helen | Closed
Dumage & Damon | Closed
Lila, Sylar, & Helen | Closed
Damon @ the bar/various

Comments

[ambitionist]

[well it sure as fuck isn't alex's; his handwriting is sharp and angular. he'll just stand there and be imposing while bambi attends to their needs.]

[theshameofcain]

Uh. Whatever you say. [She picks up the paper and squints at it.] Faith.. O- is that even a 'k'?

[Yeah, whatever. You're Faith now, apparently, Lila. Good job. She hands the paper over and grabs some keys.] You want James Bond, the demon from Good Omens, or I'm Too Pimp For a Pop Culture Reference?

[bittersweeter]

Uh, how about the black Mercedes. It's the Yankees key chain. [ not that lila has claimed it or anything... ]

[theshameofcain]

Oh yeeeah. I keep thinking some disgruntled Red Sox fan is gonna crash that thing into the river out of spite. [She pulls them off the hook and hands them over.] You crazy kids have fun. Make sure to hose off the upholstery after.

[bittersweeter]

I already put ammonia in the trunk for cleaning up the blood. [ she passes the keys back to alex before making a gimme motion for the sign out sheet. ]

[ambitionist]

[WHAT EVEN GURL. no ... no, he's not surprised. he'll just ... take the keys.]

[theshameofcain]

You can also use it to make IEDs if you get in a bind. [Look at her- not even deterred as she hands over the sheet.] Basic knowledge of guerrilla warfare is really useful in the field. Magic's hokey.

[bittersweeter]

I prefer orange bombs, but. [ shrug. whatever floats your boat, boo. she signs her delicate -- and loopy -- signature. and drops the pen. ] Watch out. One of those pens is covered in blood. You might catch something. [ added bonus to wearing gloves, yo. ]

[ambitionist]

Did you stab someone with a pen and then ... not throw it out? [wis 13. that's the offensive part to him. not throwing it out. the stabbing itself??? w/e who cares. BUT HYGIENE.]

[bittersweeter]

I wasn't the one working the desk, that's his job.

[theshameofcain]

Oh my God. Who got stabbed? [Yeah, she's fascinated... and also deeply concerned. She eyes the cup of pens suspiciously. what if she was chewing on the blood pen. oh god.]

[bittersweeter]

I don't know, I didn't bother to ask his name.

[ambitionist]

Did you stab him for a reason, or ...?

[bittersweeter]

[ watch her actually think about it. ] I think he implied I wouldn't. [ and then she did. THAT'S ALL IT TAKES. ]

[theshameofcain]

So you just stab people because you can?

[She starts rifling through the pen cup, frowning.] I'd do it, but I wanna be in the Hoard some day and I don't think anyone in the Hoard has ever stabbed a man with a pen.

[ambitionist]

They're a bunch of geniuses, aren't they? It seems like they'd come up with some kind of pen that stabs on command. Or releases some kind of poison gas.

[theshameofcain]

Jesus Christ. Not everyone is Q, Slick.

[She holds up her copied signatures.] But if you want forged letters. I'm thinking of starting a side business.

[bittersweeter]

I'm one hundred percent sure Zero has stabbed someone with a pen before. [ BUT HEY HO, SHE GETS DISTRACTED BY THIS SIDE BUSINESS. ] Like someone dictates and you write it?

[theshameofcain]

Shit. I need to start paying attention to that guy.

[HAHAHAHA. this is why she hasn't graduated.] Yeah, basically. It's only authentic if I have a good copy of their handwriting, but I'm fucking tops at this.

[She has life goals and they do not involve combat scenarios. They do, however, involve being Neal Caffrey.]

[bittersweeter]

You and me? We're going into business together wherein I write love letters for dumb schmucks and you forge them with the appropriate handwriting because I swear I'm the only one in this place that knows how to have a fundamentally healthy and long lasting relationship. Which is saying something very disturbing because I stabbed him, too.

[ambitionist]

[he rolls his eyes like omg children and decides it's time to check his phone.]

[theshameofcain]

Love is dead. [Bambi kicks her feet up onto the desk.] I can dig it. Name's Bambi. Hit me up when you get back- we'll work something out.

[She waves a hand.] Now shoo.

[bittersweeter]

Later gator. [ yeah, no deer puns for you. she grabs alex's hand and leads him off so he can keep looking at his phone. ]

[ambitionist]

[w/e, he pockets his phone now that that's over.] Your love letter business sounds like something out of a movie about high school.

[bittersweeter]

I'm eighteen, of course it does. [ look, sometimes she just wants to act like a petty child. in heathers. ]