mission ♔ chicago

[shootfirst]

WHO || Gar, Kat, Mark, Dumage, Martha, Myri, Buffy, Sven, Spike [closed]
WHAT || Settling into the mission HQ
WHERE || Knights' hotel/various locales in the city(?), Chicago, IL
WHEN || Friday Feb 24th through Sunday Feb 26th
HOW || Actionspam

Arrival in the city involved picking up any weapons or equipment that they had sent to meet them here and moving into their oh-so-fancy hotel rooms on the top floor. It consists of four adjoining rooms with a shared living room space and kitchenette. Each bedroom has two separate beds and roomies are:

Kat & Gar
Buffy & Myri
Martha & Dumage
Spike & Sven

Mark's agreed to sleep on the couch, since there aren't any spaces with five separate adjoining rooms available.

Gar's new job will begin on Monday, which gives the Knights the weekend to explore the city if they like, do research on the Hoffman Institute, scope out the Institute's campus, set up surveillance plans, or otherwise unwind before the real work starts. Feel free to start threads for anything, and use subject lines to denote which day it occurs on! Also don't be afraid to jack multiple people into threads, as now is a great time for some TEAM BUILDING 8) ... Try not to kill each other, in other words.]

Comments

Saturday - ota

[bigbad]

[It's another fun day in the life of William the Bloody Flammable. Not that Spike actually knows that particular name of his, I just wanted to work the joke in. ANYWAY, he's restless and bored and too wound up to really try to sleep, so he wanders around the hotel room which... isn't big enough to really explore much so that gets boring pretty quickly. Finally, he ends up turning on the telly and watching Dawson's Creek.

As intriguing as he finds the love triangle between Pacey, Joey, and Dawson, he'll pretty much jump for a chance to hang out with anyone who decides to come back during the day. Seriously, he hates this part of being undead so much.]

friday - ota

[slays]

[ Day 1. Arrival in the big city of ... uh. Cityness. Very city-like, what with the tall buildings and the tons of people and the -- It had been a while. Well, not that long of a while, but she hadn't exactly been the coziest with it when Wynn found her all memory-free and she wasn't loving it now that she was staring down a mission that entailed who knows what.

So, at first, she tried to kind of sequester herself in the room with Myri. She'd sent a claymore to meet them in Chicago, and after they'd done their weapons check and picked them up, she'd brought the box up to the room to take it out and examine it. Clean it. Otherwise play with it. ]

Saturday evening - ota

[bigbad]

[As soon as the sun goes down, Spike crashes out of his room into the main living room area and looks around excitedly. He's ready to hit the streets.]

Who else fancies a beer?

Saturday - for Gar

[aproperdoctor]

[Since arriving in Chicago, Martha's gone out to a few coffeeshops and pursued a bit of, um, lighter reading. It turns out that the library had some trashy paperback romances about the Knights - it's not normally her style of reading material, but she figured that they might have some juicy tidbits of the sort of things that Gar doesn't really discuss.

Of course, now she's got more questions, which means she's going to pester her mentor anyway. She knocks on the door of the room that Kat and Gar share, one of the books in her free hand.]

[rationalizes]

Do come in! [Gar's walking about her room with several books underarm and another open in her hand, giving the illusion that she just... leaks literature, I guess.]

[witchwoman]

[Myrilandel is still not used to the big modern cities, so staying within the confines of their living quarters is just simpler for her. The only weapons she'd sent along where some daggers that she's already hidden on her person for easy access.

She wanders back into their room after exploring the common area and finds Buffy fusses with her weapon.]

Careful with that. I heard a rumor you're quite good with it.

[witchwoman]

[Myri's likely not to go far unless someone drags her out. Both she and Amaranth emerge from their room at some point in the afternoon to find her favorite person ever :| She briefly thinks about turning on her heels and avoiding him, but decides that they may very well need to work together, so she can't just write him off so easily.

Still unsure about him in general, Myri approaches and sits down on a nearby chair, hands folded in her lap. Her gaze is drawn to the television which is much less chaotic than the last time she saw one.]

[slays]

Quite good, or impressively crappy. I haven't decided which it is yet. [ She gives a smile and lowers the sword back into its case. ] I noticed you didn't go pick anything up. Think you'll just be heal-gal while we're here?

[bigbad]

[Spike doesn't particularly dislike her. He doesn't think much of her one way or the other, only noticing that she is very quiet. Still, now that she's not being quiet directly in front of the telly, he doesn't mind as much. He glances over at her as she sits down and raises a hand in greeting.]

[witchwoman]

[With a Slight of Hand check of 19, Myri moves her hands as if to adjust her clothing, but ends up coming back with a small knife in each hand.]

I don't intend to remain completely defenseless during our stay.

[aproperdoctor]

So, um, I've been reading these books, and I guess they probably aren't on the suggested reading list. [Not any suggested reading list provided by Gar, anyway, AND SHE PROBABLY DID PROVIDE ONE.] But they looked...interesting? Not of any real literary merit, but...

Okay, fine, they're trashy books with shirtless muscular men on the covers.

[witchwoman]

[There's a few moments of awkward silence that are accompanied by the teenage drama on the screen. Myri eventually turns to Spike during a quieter moment on the screen.]

Is this all you do, then?

[rationalizes]

[there was totally a list Gar blinks, obviously trying to process that description, but then a smile breaks across her face, and she sounds like she's trying not to laugh] Do you mean... romance novels?

/USING FACEPALM ICON FOREVER

[aproperdoctor]

Yeah, bodice-rippers or whatever. Though I have to say, I was really hoping one would be about Wynn and the cover would have a picture of Fabio in a silver wig or something. On the other hand, I'm pretty sure anything remotely pornographic that featured Wynn, even fictionalised, would be. Um. Scary? Or possibly just bad, I'm not sure. Like one of those stereotypical plots about the cold-hearted leader of the Knights who's never been able to get close to women because of some horrible tragedy his beloved suffered when he was younger and...the curvy and fiery-tempered recruit who melted his heart.

[Oh god she's blushing SO MUCH right now, you have no idea.]

My sister and I used to read trashy romance novels when we were teenagers. [Clearly this is her explanation that is like 'please do not think less of me for reading this crap, Gar'.]

[bigbad]

[Spike looks over at her, offended.] Not hardly. Only when I'm trying to keep from being bored out of my mind.

[witchwoman]

Why not go out and see the city?

[Clueless girl is so clueless to your plight, Spike.]

srsly this conversation

[rationalizes]

[Slowly, horror dawns across Gar's face, the smile melting away at the imagery presented]

I... I hardly think anyone should want to read-- [oh god, she tries not to just turn entirely scarlet] Are you-- are you talking about the novels by Daphne Woodlark?

[slay]

[ Buffy's eyes widen a little, because it throws her off, but not in a huge way. ] Pointy.

[bigbad]

[Oh my god, someone in the universe didn't pick up on his secret. He's amazed. But he has kind of given up on keeping it. Between Buffy's reaction to being lied to and the fact that... he'd sort of shouted it on the plane, he just isn't trying that hard anymore. At least not with his mission mates, who would probably figure it out through him being on fire every time he goes out in the sun.]

Can't. Sun's out. I'm allergic.

YOU MADE ME DO IT

[aproperdoctor]

[Martha checks the book she has with her, which...yes, has a cover with a naked man with a sword slung across his back kissing a woman who is...equally unclad, though all naughty bits are obviously hidden.]

Yeah. [She pauses and looks at the cover again.] Why would anybody have a sword on while they're naked?

true.

[rationalizes]

[Ok, yeah, now she's bright red. She looks down, clearing her throat] From what I've heard, those books were written by a past member of the Knighthood who passed them off as fiction. [She quickly adds:] The setting as fiction, that is. Not the... stories... which are obviously... not true.

you are a horrible influence and you should be ashamed of yourself :|

[aproperdoctor]

[All the blushing going on up in here. She really should've asked Kat about the books instead.] A past member of the Knighthood? What, did she get kicked out for shagging a Dragon's Claw?

never (~._.)~

[rationalizes]

[Somehow she only seems more flustered by that comment, eyes sweeping down to the floor and the blush crawling to her neck] As far as I know, that's never ... h-happened, no. It's just a story. A rather... poorly written story if you ask -- [And then seems to realize that is admitting a little more than she wanted to and she clamps her mouth shut]

[aproperdoctor]

I think that's probably a given, even if you haven't read it. [It's okay to admit you've read it, Gar. Martha won't judge you as long as you don't judge her.] I mean, just judging the book by its cover and everything. And the other...gazillion books. [All of which she has in her luggage.] So there's no secret salacious side to the Knights or anything?

[rationalizes]

N-no. Not as... such. [Her voice grows quite small and she busies herself with arranging her own books in a neat pile on her desk] I suppose we have our own scandals, just as anyone. But the Dragon's Claws are the [she clears her throat] the epitome of nobility, they'd never... [And then she seems too embarrassed to go on]