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

[bigbad]

Guess there's one good thing about the forced relocation. Just wish I had a clue what I'm escaping. [If anything.]

[witchwoman]

Good or bad, we aren't able to do much about our current state. [Myri shrugs through a smile.] I, for one, am enjoying this new direction my life has taken.

I've never had so many friends.

[bigbad]

That must be a nice feeling. [Excuse his bitterness. It's mostly Buffy-based. Also Lan based. And Christos based. Actually, that's most of his 'fan club.' He has more friends than he gives himself credit for.]

[witchwoman]

[She frowns, only knowing about Buffy, so she assumes that's what he means.]

What happened, exactly? [She pauses] With Buffy.

[bigbad]

[Eh, she's mostly correct. He doesn't look over at her, though.] Apparently she's not fond of vampires. Or secrets.

[witchwoman]

People are rarely fond of secrets. They mistake not being told something as being lied to.

[bigbad]

Exactly what she did. [He rolls his eyes.] Like she isn't keeping secrets.

[witchwoman]

[That makes Myri stop and look at him a bit closer.]

Is she? Keeping secrets, that is.

[bigbad]

[He shrugs.] Must be. Haven't you seen how strong she is?

[witchwoman]

I think everyone saw. Which means it doesn't count as much of a secret.

[bigbad]

It also means she's not human either.

[witchwoman]

I still consider myself to be human, despite the fact that I can do things that others cannot.

[bigbad]

[He waves a hand dismissively.] Your abilities aren't a secret. And more than that, you're not biting my head off for keeping my own secrets.

[witchwoman]

[She presses her lips together, realizing that this is much more about this specific situation, rather than a conversation about what makes a person human.]

Give her time.

[bigbad]

[He glances away.] Doesn't really matter. I'm hardly looking to win any popularity contests. She can think what she'd like.

[witchwoman]

[Myri nods and looks away as well. After a moment, she gracefully stands from the couch.]

I think I should go check on Amaranth. Take care.

[bigbad]

[Spike nods, slumping back on the couch and turning up the volume.] You too, love.