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]

Then you should know that I'm not actually going to kill you.

[bittersweeter]

Duh. I still want to know how you'd do it. Mode of murder says a lot about a person.

[ambitionist]

With you, I'd use what I know about you. For instance, you pop prescription painkillers like candy. So I'd probably crush up a cocktail, mix it into your water bottle or something. For all anyone else would know, you'd just be a dumb kid who OD'd.

[bittersweeter]

Only a few people know that. [ she looks over briefly before her eyes turn back to the road. she'll advertise a lot -- being a cat, blowback, not sleeping -- but the pain and her curse are the things that tend to take the most time to get to. weakness, ew. ] But I like it, it has a personal touch, thoughtful.

[ambitionist]

The people who would care enough to dig deeper in the first place, right? [he shrugs.] I can be thoughtful.

[bittersweeter]

Some of them would be too busy digging into my boyfriend still to even think of you.

[ambitionist]

What's wrong with your boyfriend? I mean, yeah, he's like twice your age and looks like a serial killer, but I think that's just the eyebrows.

[bittersweeter]

He's not a serial killer! [ such indignation! but she calms down quickly. ] Emma doesn't trust him and she apparently doesn't trust me enough to take care of myself. And, for the record, you're the same age so if he's twice my age, you just aged yourself six years.

[ambitionist]

[such a sour lemon face.] We all can't age as well as me. [BUT ANYWAY.] Have you tried ... telling Emma to back off?

[bittersweeter]

Backing off isn't something she's capable of doing, she's more stubborn than I am. So I just get to wait until she gives up because he's not a bad guy. Just wait until she realizes I like you. [ and faye does too. hell, she wouldn't be surprised if emma was already looking into him. ]

[ambitionist]

What, does she have to run a background check on everyone you talk to?

[bittersweeter]

Possibly. She's just overprotective.

[ambitionist]

That's ... sweet. I guess. In a way.

[bittersweeter]

In a way. [ she shrugs, fiddling with the radio until she finds a song she likes. sorry it's not vi's awesome music. ]

[ambitionist]

[eh, it doesn't bother him. he just won't spontaneously want to have sex with her lmfao.] You could always put fake info out there about how he saved a burning building full of puppies and teaches refugee children to read in his spare time or something.

[bittersweeter]

...how? [ she knows how in an abstract way, but they had people for that at home. ]

[ambitionist]

[he's familiar enough with the process to explain it to her (computer use 15), although he's never done it before himself. that's what he had ten million connections for, ok.]

[bittersweeter]

Hmm. [ she mulls that over before she changes the subject abruptly. ] Did you like it, your family, or whatever, before they tried to have you killed, obviously.

[ambitionist]

[he shifts in his seat, obviously uncomfortable about the subject change.] I — yeah. I'm not good at a lot of things, but I was good at my job. So I sort of clung to it.

[bittersweeter]

[ she feels that. she feels that so hard. but she doesn't know how to articulate it past ] I get it.

[ambitionist]

[that was enough for him to keep going a little more. it's not like he's ever talked to anyone about this.] Without it, it was like ... what do I even have, you know? What's the point? Of anything?

[bittersweeter]

I never... I was an only child so I was always going to take over for my dad. Even when I didn't want it, it was always there. And now it's not. [ and she misses it like a phantom limb. ] I'm not sure there is a point to anything. [ she just acts like she knows there is. ]

[ambitionist]

[he leans his head against the window, thoughtful.] I did — well, I did a lot of things for my family, but primarily I was a fixer. I knew everybody, so I felt like I knew everything. If you needed something, anything, I could get it for you. I could do anything. I think I started to buy into that fantasy. You know, started to believe in my own invincibility. So I flew too close to the sun, burnt my wings off, and now I don't have shit.

[bittersweeter]

Don't be dramatic, Icarus. The good thing about this place is that even if you're covered head to toe in self-inflicted, albeit accidental, burns... someone else has probably fucked up worse. And you haven't got nothing. You've just got a different something. And, this time, people to back you up.

[ambitionist]

Thanks for the pep talk, Pollyanna. [and the feelings circle is closed for business.]