knightsoflegend | open ♔ september castle socialization

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open ♔ september castle socialization

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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ the dogs watch her as she comes in, but don't move. they're used to teenage girls barging in his room at night, i guess. lemon gets up to sniff at her, but it's more like oooo who is this person than omg gonna attack the bedroom intruder.

(i rolled for his dreams tonight and got a 79/100. sounds about right. at the beginning of this dream, he's back in his little house in virginia, only everything is antlers. and he seems deeply concerned with trying to barricade the door from something trying to get in.) ]

[ she might have been lying when she said she wouldn't peek, but really she just no self control and she relaxes into the chair, one hand resting lightly against the edge of the bed in case she needs to give herself a tangible anchor. she never knows with other people's dreams.

she can taste the anxiety rolling off of him like the salt water of waves crashing over her head. pressing her eyes shut tighter, she focuses on breaking apart his barricades. (concentration 14) the key to stopping bad dreams, after all, is to root out the actual fear at the root of it. lila can't twist it to something good unless she knows what the bad parts are. if she tried to make him dream about abigail, not knowing the significance of the antlers, she could accidentally force him to dream about impaling her on the velvetly soft and whitewashed remains of the deer.

sorry, will, this really is for your own good. ]

[ (well, she manages to rip apart the barricade, which means she let in a giant dark stag with feathers instead of fur. it's so dark, it's practically shadow. there's an intangible quality to it. except it seem pretty damn tangible when it comes in and pins will against a wall with its antlers, effectively impaling him.) ]

Edited 2014-09-23 01:21 (UTC)

[ curious. so many antlers. there has to be something significant about that. and the stag. because she affected the dream, her little dream self manifests as the white cat, tail whisking across the floor as she cleans her paw, blue green eyes blinking at will pinned to the wall impassively. but lila manages to force the dream into a happier direction with more ease, toward the parts of will's subconscious that are distributing oxytocin and serotonin. (concentration 18 & dream 24/100) ]

[ awww right. the dream abruptly changes, in that way that dreams do. now lilacat is on a boat with will and abigail (and lemon) while they fish. and he seems genuinely happy and not fucked up/traumatized/impaled by a ravenstag. you did a good, lila. ]

[ lilacat curls up in the corner and snoozes until she detaches herself from the dream with some struggle because it's so nice (concentration 9). she jerks a little, abruptly, fingers clenching against the mattress before she releases it and settles back in the chair. the chair in the room that isn't the boat. her shoulders roll and she looks over at where lemon is. ]

You're cuter in real life.

[ and now she will just stay curled up in the chair until she falls asleep or will wakes up. she doesn't want to intrude on will's happy place. she knows how important dreams are. but she wants to stick close just in case. will's original dream was horrifying, a special kind of terror only the subconscious can think up, she wants to make sure it won't reappear and she still doesn't know her range. ]

Edited 2014-09-23 04:27 (UTC)

[lemon tries to climb into the chair with lila ... which is a bit unfortunate, bc he's a medium-sized dog and not the tiny lapdog he is in his heart. but he decided lila is friend. and he wants pets. he's kind of dumb. but i just rolled a climb (??) check for him and he got a nat 20 so i guess he just maneuvers into the chair and cozies up with lila bc he's a dog in control of his own destiny.

meanwhile, will stays asleep. and is no longer tossing and turning and being sweaty/gross. he's gonna sleep for 6 hours, so she definitely has time to sleep herself. when he wakes up, he sits up and scans the room, half expecting to see abigail there ... but it's lila instead. oh right. he did the thing.]

I think ... I think it worked.

[ lila looks like she hasn't slept a wink. she has, actually, and her dreams were comparatively not awful, but not gr8 so her sleep was still fitful and disrupted. this good dream shit is very slowly working, but lemon was a nice pillow she did not mind the cuddle buddy at all.

she looks up from her tablet where she is teaching herself another language and pulls out the one headphone she has in. she was sharing the other one with lemon maybe. we just don't know.

she was. she is that person. ]

I told you it would. I am very good at what I do.

I know, I know. I wasn't doubting. [he stretches back ~~like a cat~~.] Were you watching me sleep all night?

No, I'm teaching myself Dwarven to impress Dovan. Gnomish and whatever that crap Goblins speak uses the same alphabet and those are next on my list. Your dog likes it. Don't you, sweetie? [ dog frands. ] You're nightmares were awful, I didn't want them to creep back if I left.

[ so yes, she spent all night watching him sleep. ]

[lemon licks lila's hand in response. so ... yeah, probs.] Lemon. The dog's name is Lemon. And, uh, Chuck and Sookie. [he motions over to where chuck and sookie are laying around doing nothing.] You saw my nightmares?

I may have lied about not looking. [ she smiles sweetly. betcha never saw that coming. ]

[yeah no his sense motive was like 43. he was fucking expecting it. maybe he thought giving her a taste would get her to shut up, like when you give little kids alcohol and then they spit it out like ewww gross. and he thought it was only fair after he ... accidentally read her mind.] I knew you were.

Yeah, well, I couldn't have stopped your nightmare if it didn't, so instead you were like Lonely Island, on a boat, with Alex's little friend. [ you're welcome. ]

[he squints like wtf; it takes him a minute.] Abigail?

Yeah, little brunette thing, looks downright charming dolled up in fishing gear and at you like you hung the moon and the stars. [ is that true when he is not sleeping is what she seems to be getting at without even getting at it. ]

[he glances down, a little sheepish.] I'm her legal guardian.

Cute. [ she doesn't press further because alex explained enough. ] I didn't watch that part. Your happy place is undisturbed.

My happy place isn't the one that anyone gives a damn about. ... You're fine.

Nyet. [ she shakes her head. ] Dreams are how we accept the world and things we can't change. Your dreams are important even if I'm the only one that knows what they are. Your happy place is with a girl who is comfortable enough not to wear a scarf when she's with you. [ she taps her throat with her index finger. ] That matters, trust me.

[ giving lemon a little nudge, she starts attempting to get up. ]

You shouldn't say that you didn't watch after you ask about the things you saw. [he half-smiles, though, so he's probably not that bothered.] You were the cat. [wis 22]

Okay, so I watched a little. [ standing up, sorry lemon, no more dwarven for you. :( she grabs her empty cup from the side table, twisting the headphone cord around her tablet. it takes her a second to confirm his second comment. ] I was the cat.

[lemon hops out of the chair and watches her like "why stranger go away :(" ] You know how black cats are supposed to be bad luck? They actually believe the opposite in England and Ireland. Think it's white cats.

I walked people to their deaths with my little cat paws, I can see why white cats are bad omens. [ she crouches to pet lemon again, SHE IS VERY FOND OF THIS DOGGIE. ]

[chuck and sookie decide to stop being lazy bitches and investigate lila now that she's giving lemon attention.]

Sleepwalking? [wis 23. will probably seems ... more unsettled by this than the average person. lila already has a good clue as to why.]

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