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

[pathology]

What about a peacoat? You would look so cute. [as they near the front desk, she keeps walking right on past whatever poor fuck is there today because a) they are taking her personal car and b) she is not getting starbucks for any other losers while she's out.]

[reallywicked]

Ooh. Yes, better. [Waving at the poor shmuck on desk duty as they go.] I could use a new handbag too.

[Just getting greedy now]

[pathology]

[i decided nathan young was at the desk and he's ... calling sex lines for fun, so he just flips faye off as she walks by. yep. such a charmer, that one.

MEANWHILE.] Me too! Mmm, I like the way you think. I should make you my accomplice more often.

[reallywicked]

My schedule is pretty free these days. Plus, who knows. Maybe I'm an expert safe cracker now that I've got a robot brain.

[pathology]

Have you figured out any other tricks besides ... [she closes and opens her hand next to her eyes in a weird pantomime suggesting faye's flashlight eyes]?

[reallywicked]

Nope. I'm not really sure how to figure it out, though. The high beam thing was kind of by accident. Still not really sure how I did it. [Her new robot brain did not come with Siri to talk to unfortunately.]

[pathology]

Weird. And the Hoard couldn't help you? [they keep walking, down into the parking garage, until they're in front of astrid's cute little bright pink compact car, that currently has a few empty starbucks cups lining the passenger floor and probably stolen designer clothes draped around the back. her entire life basically.]

[reallywicked]

Apparently not. Either that or they think it's a fun new experiment to watch me blindly fumble with it on my own. Who fucking knows with those guys.

[pathology]

Um, they're probably like jizzing their pants wishing they would magically, painlessly replace their entire nervous system with a cyborg one. [climbing in her car wheeee] ... You aren't, are you? Like, you're not in pain or anything?

[reallywicked]

[In the car. Woo.]

No pain, no. Even my magic is the same. Honestly if it wasn't for the flashlight thing, I don't know if I would even know the difference.

[pathology]

Like ... no pain at all? Can I punch you?

[lbr her str is 8 so faye would still ... probably not feel anything, lmfao.]

[reallywicked]

No you can't punch me, you freak. I still feel pain. It just wasn't a painful experience.

[pathology]

I don't know, okay! Literally nerves of steel. Everything could be rewired.

[reallywicked]

Pretty sure that would mean I wouldn't feel pleasure either. And that's just unacceptable.

[pathology]

Have you taken a trip to pleasuretown recently?

[reallywicked]

Not the way you're thinking. [She did let Lissa snack on her though. Which feels great. Really great.] But trust me. I still feel just as much as I ever did. Your concern is touching.

[pathology]

Don't get too touched, it's like, doctorly research concern. [and friend concern. DON'T LIE ASTRID. wheeee, driving now. zoom zoom zoom.]

[reallywicked]

[Faye just rolls her eyes. Girl, don't even front.]

Well, doctor, I'm fine. Really. Better than ever.

[Okay that one is a lie. And she's only doing a mediocre job selling it (bluff 18)]

[pathology]

[sense motive 11; she doesn't even give a shit, okay. /bad friend???] Okay. Because, I mean, it's fine if you're not. That was some trippy PTSD shit.

[reallywicked]

Who we really need to worry about? Is Gold. Apparently he can't cast a spell without feeling bad about it. That stupid robotic bitch took a perfectly good sorcerer and made him a limping paperweight.

[pathology]

Maybe you should drag him to Solace, see if he can't fix that, too.

[reallywicked]

He says it won't work. I don't know if he tried or not but- [She gives a shrug. He's a grown ass man. He knows how clerics work, right?]

[pathology]

Um, the number one rule of being a doctor is trust no bitch. I would make him see him anyway.

[reallywicked]

He doesn't think it's a big deal. And his girlfriend thinks he's got 'more to offer than magic' or whatever. As if just being a sorcerer isn't enough.

[grumble>]

[pathology]

... Does he even have any other skills?