open ♔ september castle socialization

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, etc!
WHEN || First half of September, any time between the September squiring ceremony and the War announcement on September 18th
HOW || Actionspam

[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of the first half of the month.    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:
Drax @ the desk
Kate Bishop @ the desk
Sam @ the desk
Henry @ the desk
Kate Bishop @  roof/dining hall/library/grounds/bathrooms/desk/Dragon's Hoard/etc
Abigail @ Movie theater / library /firing range / training room
Francesca & Val'drin | closed
Penelope & Sam @ the woods
Emma Frost @ the library
Spike @ rec room
Lydia, Stiles, Astrid, Adam | closed

Comments

[telepathy]

Duly noted.

[ Unwittingly, her mouth twitches. Hope burns in her gut, forcing her to ask: ]

And the others?

[autorevive]

There wasn't anybody else when I woke up. I just figured it took a long time for me to heal, yeah? If there was anyone else, they would've flown the fuck out of dodge.

[telepathy]

Yes. Yes, of course.

[ She drops her head, swallowing and looking none too pleased with the answer, but resigned to it. There's no way to know where the others are, or if they found their way back. For all any of them know, every squire in that Institute may well be buried beneath the ruins. ]

[autorevive]

Did you really think I was dead? Come on, me? Mr. Immortal?

[telepathy]

Logan and I hardly survived the blast: I couldn't imagine anyone else making it. Your abilities are of yet underdeveloped. [ And it's physically painful to say so, but: ] I'm glad you're alive, Nathan.

[autorevive]

But I can't die. That's, you know, kind of my whole thing. Not dying. [this is how he takes a compliment????? also not saying anything about her boobs.] Uh ... yeah, thanks.

[telepathy]

You wouldn't be the first functional immortal to learn in a most unpleasant fashion that your abilities didn't extend as far as you believed.

[autorevive]

Well, apparently they extend all the way to bloody Jupiter. Or at least Chernobyl. [his knowledge check to make a chernobyl reference was so high ... maybe his high school history teacher was really sexy or smth.]

[telepathy]

[ Emma lets a blinking moment's surprise slip through that he has even heard of Chernobyl but she won't comment. ]

Good information to have, given the tasks the Knighthood would ask of any of us.

[autorevive]

You think Sideburns is going to make me a knight soon? I can feel the promotion coming, it's like ... a tingling sensation in my anus.

[telepathy]

No, darling, that's a sexually transmitted disease. You've quite a ways to go before Logan would ever consider you fit for Knighthood. Regardless, you'll be expected to carry out similar enough tasks.

[autorevive]

[he makes a sour face ... inside.] Right, well, good to see we're both alive. Great conversation, we ought to do it again sometime. Ciao. [ZOOMING AWAY WITH HIS LEMUR BOOKS]