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]

Appallingly bad previous experience and limited choice?

[unhand]

Or you're strong and confident and caring... all sorts of things a good role model should be. They could do a lot worse. [He smiles at her and takes another slice of the pizza.]

[uncurse]

[ Apparently (for whatever reason), she didn't anticipate that, so her expression flutters into something softer briefly. Her lips press together, processing his words, and for a moment, she manages to speechlessly convey her gratitude.

Emphasis on speechlessly. Emma has never been good at verbalizing her feelings. So, rather than engage, she goes back to chowing down, allowing the moment to pass. ]

[unhand]

[He catches that look. And it warms his heart. It's not much, but from Emma, it's practically an epic poem. He ducks his head to hide his smile and goes back to his own pizza. One of these days, she'll get used to him saying nice things about her.]