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

[uncurse]

You lost Faye?!

[ Emma's eyes gloss straight over Henry at the desk as she sizes up her party (her wis check was 6). ]

What the hell happened back there?

[undeleted]

A relatively thorough display of cooperative failure, among other things.

[wanttobeahero]

[ Henry feels as though a tight vice has wound its way around his lungs, extinguishing any hope of taking another breath for just a moment. She's here, and she's alive. A protracted stare is leveled back at her until he blinks away, realizing that kind of scrutiny won't get them off on the right foot. Things are complicated enough already without him making her ill at ease before she even knows his name.

He can't say it out loud, not yet, but her name is already echoing in his heart again, for the first time in so many years:

Mom.

For now, he stays on the periphery of things, but there's no hope of denying life to that brief, soft smile on his face. ]

[pathology]

[yeah astrid is ... definitely not dibsing telling emma what happened with faye. fuck that. she vacantly gazes over at solace and wishes she had henry's phone back.]

[unhand]

Emma... [Hook's voice is soft, yearning, relieved. She's alive. She's ok. And he'd... Really like to know the answer to the Faye question himself.

For now, his squire needs him. And Emma needs answers more than she needs him to run to her and take her into his arms. He walks over to the desk and puts a comforting hand on Henry's shoulder.]

[uncurse]

[ Just as Emma rounds on GLaDOS, ready to be like who the fuck is this bitch and why is she telling me my business, Hook pipes up. She stops, glancing towards him, then really ... taking in the weird look she's got from the people who actually give a fuck (sense motive 23).

Something is definitely amiss. She looks to Gold. ]

Welcome back from what?

[pathology]

You were kind of ... a statue? For several hours. Like what happened with Mars. Only your head broke off, and everyone thought you were totally dead, but I knew better.

[her desire to be right about everything won over her reluctance to share bad(ish) news.]

[sirsolace]

[ i guess solace will break half of it for y'all. yw. he looks up from his trance, with furrowed brow. ] It seems our Sir Chamberlain is in... Cuba.

[undealt]

[Gold gives Astrid a long-suffering look and then turns back to Emma to try and... put that more delicately or with more detail or something, but Solace is back.]

Cuba? [He looks at GLaDOS like guuurl.] What the hell is in Cuba?

[pathology]

Can we send her a rescue chopper?

[unhand]

How in hell did she get to Cuba? [Hook takes his gaze off Emma long enough to look over at Solace and frown, then stands.] I don't know what a "chopper" is, but we need something fast. I'd offer my ship, but I'm fairly sure we have airplanes faster than even the Jolly Roger herself.

[uncurse]

[ Emma looks ready to murder Gold for letting this happen to her bb girl, but she's keeping it in perspective. Find her first then commit murder. ]

I don't care what we take: we're going.

[ She looks to Solace. ]

You're gonna have to narrow it down.