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

[nothingsodivine]

Pretty sure it was a demon cat from hell. [And apparently Des remembers everything about Lila, including what she wore that day or something because he rolled a 22 wis that time. Damn girl.] And you are the girl with the healthy appetite from the bowling alley. Still seeing the guy with the eyebrows?

[bittersweeter]

Uh-huh. Year and a half. [ she's so proud tbh but she's looking at des like ur life sir. ] Cats only attack if you deserve it. [ cat appreciation life. ] I thought you didn't go here?

[pathology]

[she goes back to sitting on the counter and eating gummi bears and now drinking starbucks. time to zone out bcuz other people's relationships are gross.]

[nothingsodivine]

Everyone I know in England lives here. [And he is not touching the cat part, because that cat is Archer's cat and is therefore Satan.] It means my social life eventually circles back here.

[bittersweeter]

That's depressing. [ wow lila it's like one of your three fave people isn't in the room at this exact moment... ] Anyway, I came in here for a reason... [ she trails off into russian. she is that person. enjoy. ]

[pathology]

[siiiiigh.] Painkillers?

[nothingsodivine]

[Now it's Des's turn to just stand there like "wow what is my life." Other people's drug problems are gross.]

[bittersweeter]

No, nyet, I'd remember that. It was something about Beyonce. Oh! Can I have my miles card back? I'm going to Chicago this weekend. [ a beat. ] Speak now or get no souvenirs.

[pathology]

Uh, yeah, sure. [she goes under the counter to get her purse, then fishes out the card and hands it over.] I don't think I need — oh! Coffee from Intelligentsia! That would be cool.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des looks up when Lila mentions Chicago and clears his throat to get her attention.] If you're going that way, mind doin' me a favor?

[bittersweeter]

Sure. [ she shrugs like w/e, scribbling intelligentsia on her arm like its a notepad. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des pulls his wallet out of his pocket and produces a card with a handwritten address on it.]

I haven't been able to get back that way for awhile. I meant to, but... [He shrugs.] Could you get some sunflowers and take them there. The name on the grave's "Eterna Jade."

[He looks up at the ceiling and rubs his face.] I'll owe you one. I've been told I'm a decent person to have in your debt.

[Even if it's for a minor thing like this. It's important.]

[pathology]

[knowledge: pop culture 11. NOW SHE REMEMBERS.] Oh, that's the girl who got shot! [wow astrid. a+ sensitivity.] You know Finnick?

[bittersweeter]

[ voms. she makes a face when he looks away but abruptly snorts at astrid. love her. ]

Yeah, sure. [ she mentally adds des to her list of people that owe her favors. that answer also answer's astrid's question. meeting him once clearly means she knows him. ] You know it's really not that hard to get back to though... right? Like I do this trip twice a month.

[ his excuse is shitty basically. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des shoots Astrid a mildly pained look, but since he was racist, he probably deserved that. He runs a hand through his hair, awkwardly.]

I know it's not hard to get back there. I got my reasons.

[They're mostly not wanting to be caught with his guard down if Iscariot decides to make a move. Sure, Rafael makes these trips fine without being molested, but Des isn't an international pop sensation. Regardless of whether or not they care about Rafael's fame or not, he's still the sort who could vanish easily off the radar.]

[pathology]

[mmm more gummi bears and starbucks. and none for everyone else. not here for dead girlfriend crap in her med center ok.]

[bittersweeter]

[ yeah lila... doesn't actually care. whoops. ]

Have.

[ casually correcting his english. ]

I'll let you know when I need that favor. Later 'gator. Auf Wiedersehen Astrid. [ zacharov out, des' note and her card in hand. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des throws back something in a language that an 18+ wis check might be able to hear some traces of Celtic in, but little else, because it's very dead. LOOK BITCHES IF YOU'RE GONNA TALK RANDOM LANGUAGES AT HIM, HE'LL BE A DICKHOLE.

He gesticulates with his bandaged hand, turning back to Astrid.] Thanks for the help.

[pathology]

[ wis ... 12. that's no. :'( she doesn't really care anyway. damn it jim, she's a doctor, not a linguist.] You're welcome. Sorry, that's ... Lila. I was teaching her German and Yuan-ti so she wanted to practice, I guess. [she lowers her voice to be a gossipy bitch] She reminds me of my Oma.

[nothingsodivine]

Yeah, now that you mentioned it, she does have this matronly vibe about her.

[You just said the weird teenage girl reminds you of your grandmother, girl. He can only take that with a grain of sarcasm.]

[pathology]

[SNORT] No! I didn't mean it like that! She just likes to talk in whatever language the other people in the room aren't speaking. Like it makes her feel special or something.

[nothingsodivine]

Or so no one else can catch on to what she's saying. [He smirks.] It's a good con tactic. Less suspicious than code and it makes people uncomfortable so they'll clear the room.

[pathology]

Um, well, she wasn't trying to clear the room. She was telling me about traffic. So. Oh!! [she runs over to a different cabinet and fishes out two little blister packs of drugs.] Here's antibiotics, in case your injury gets infected, and diphenhydramine, in case you have an allergic reaction. Um, Benadryl. Although I don't think it's going to happen at this point, but Benadryl's great to have on hand anyway. Good sleep aid.

[nothingsodivine]

[Okay, fine. Not everyone's a con. Des rolls his eyes... and then looks at her like she's crazy. To be fair, not having to worry about this shit for... four thousand years tends to throw you off.] That's a lot of bullshit for a scrape. [God, mortality is so exhausting, but he takes her proffered meds anyway.]

[pathology]

It wasn't just a scrape, it as an injury from a wild animal. Are you really turning your nose up at free drugs?