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

[bittersweeter]

[ her eyes roll. ] He is so melodramatic, Like, god, like a bitch who likes you back, it's not hard.

[olreliable]

[Willow relaxes into another goofy sort of smile. It's like she found the password to this conversation.]

I think it was just sort of... the style back then. Over the top tortured artist stuff.

[bittersweeter]

Or it's just because he has a penis. [ men are worthless, ok. the only acceptable men are lila's and even their worth is dubious. except for sylar but that's because they're all crazy in love, mr and mrs carter.

cassel would have loved beaudelaire. self-obsessed, melodramatic piece of shit. ]

[olreliable]

Or that. [She says with a shrug, looking only a little embarrassed at the brash way Lila talks.] So why read it? If you don't like him much. I mean there are all kinds of books here.

[bittersweeter]

I'm a masochist.

[olreliable]

[Willow just nods, not really sure what to say to that. She's also... not sure if Lila's serious or not? With so many great books to read, the idea of picking one of a person you didn't like is confusing to Willow.]

So... you're here a lot. [It's not a question. It's an observation. Willow has started making the library one of her daily stops in the castle. And after a few days, it's hard not to notice that Lila is here... often.]

[bittersweeter]

I don't sleep and I haven't figured out anything better to do around the castle.

[ and she likes belle. gr8 company. much non-invasive questions. ]

[olreliable]

I've become a bit nocturnal lately myself. [Not exactly the same. Shhh she's a bb and doesn't know better.]

Might be...seeing more of each other, then. [Is this flirting? Help.]

[bittersweeter]

Might be, little night owl.

[ oh precious lamb. ]

Might be looking forward to it.

[olreliable]

[o-oh... now she's blushing, so Willow looks down at her feet. Those are some interesting feet she has.]

Yeah? Uhm... me too. For studying- er, researching.

[bittersweeter]

Hmm, what are you researching? [ she asks it like she's going to follow it up with "maybe i can help" but she's not going to help so it's an unspoken empty promise. ]

[olreliable]

Nothing, really. Not today at least. But I've been picking a new aisle to go down every day. Sort of trying to... catch myself up. It was sort of only 1999 on my side of the Veil.

[bittersweeter]

1999? [ she makes a face. ] You were... what, eighteen in 1999?

[ how old was lila? go on, ask. ]

[olreliable]

Yep. Just graduated high school. I'm... guessing you're closer to the current year here?

[bittersweeter]

Uh yeah, I'm from the current century.

[olreliable]

Well... now I am too! Sort of...

[bittersweeter]

[ she raises her eyebrows. ] 'kay.

[olreliable]

It's not my fault the Veil snatched me up when it did.

[bittersweeter]

[ dubious. ]

Guess not. Still a pity. [ explains the fashion sense. ]

[olreliable]

Why? [clueless lamb tbh]

[bittersweeter]

Need I remind you of the fluffy sweater? The nineties were not good for fashion, sweetie.

[olreliable]

Oh. Uhm... Maybe you could help?

[bittersweeter]

What, like dress you? [ well... she did like barbie dolls. her head tips thoughtfully. it worked with the dress. she traipses forward, plucks at willow's tee shirt. ] That could be arranged. You did look awful pretty in that dress I found for you.

[olreliable]

That one was really nice. [She agrees with an eager nod.] It could be.. fun maybe?

[bittersweeter]

Hmm, maybe. I'll think about it. For now... [ she leans in, tugs on a hank of willow's hair. winks. ] See y'around, Red.

[ and off she trots, short skirt swishing as she goes. ]