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

[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.]

[bittersweeter]

You're welcome.

[ambitionist]

You gonna back me up, then?

[bittersweeter]

Yes. Am I misplacing my trust in you?

[ambitionist]

Of course not. I like you. And ... what was it you said? [he puts his hand over his heart and recites the hokey shit she gave him a little while ago. (wis 21)] I'm the only one that understands what is deep in your heart. We're kindred. No one else knows your life like I do.

[bittersweeter]

Exactly. So why would I trust you? [ lol it's not like she trusts herself. lbr here. ]

[ambitionist]

Ouch. Fine, I guess you don't really have a reason to. And I'm not going to give you an essay about why you should, so. Whatever.

[bittersweeter]

[ whatever, lila is so bad at this stuff. silence is fine, that's fine. good radio. ] I do. Have your back. For the record.

[ambitionist]

Golly, thanks. [nope, still in shutdown mode.]

[bittersweeter]

Look, I'm not good at trusting people, they always fuck me over. You know more about me than most people, but that's because you know me. I don't distrust you, I just don't... know how, okay?

[ambitionist]

I didn't ask you to trust me at all. I understand, all right? I don't trust anyone as a general rule. You're the one who asked if you were misplacing your trust in me, then basically went "haha, surprise, I don't." Which, come on, you know that's rude. I'm not — you don't have to make any grand gestures or anything, just don't bullshit me. That's all I want.

[bittersweeter]

That's not-- I didn't-- [ argh. she trails off in frustration as she pulls on to the right street and stops by a tiny hole-in-the-wall restaurant next to an equally tiny bookstore, which is how she found the restaurant in the first place. ] Sorry. This is it.

[ambitionist]

Looks promising. ... That's not sarcasm, to clarify. Hole in the wall places are usually the best. [tralala, getting out of the car.]

[bittersweeter]

[ once she's out and has locked the car, she moves to head inside. but stops at the door. ] If I was any good at trusting people [ besides sylar. ] to even know that I do, you'd be really, really high up the list. [ with a curt nod, she pushes open the door to the tiny restuarant.

it's charming in an "oh shit did we just walk into nana's living room" kind of way. the small two person tables are lit with clusters of candles and a red domed light hanging over head. the tablecloths look like couch upholstery. it's hideous really. but it smells delicious and is relatively empty except for a pair of old men playing something like checkers and a waiter who looks to be lila's age. lila grabs them a table under a portrait of elvis. ]

[ambitionist]

Don't worry about it, all right? It's not a big deal. [yeah he's like "what even" at this restaurant interior but still willing to give it a chance. he takes his seat across from her.]

[bittersweeter]

[ the scrawny waiter ambles over and spits out a lightning fast stream of specials in a thick accent that would make kelly bailey cry. lila just tells him to shut up and orders two curries, two orders of lo mein, a pot of tea, a bowl of winter melon soup for herself and then she looks at alex expectantly. ] I suggest something with chicken.