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

[slays]

Weren't you going somewhere?

[bigbad]

Are you planning on coming?

[slays]

[ ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING. IS THIS A JOKE RIGHT NOW. THIS CANNOT BE REAL LIFE. BUFFY REFUSES TO BELIEVE THAT HE IS THIS PATHETIC.

But he is. And no matter how long she stares at him with total incredulity, it will not change facts. ] I'm not invited, remember? Keep. Up.

[bigbad]

[Pathetic? The big scary vampire? Pfft. .....yeah. Anyway, he's... somewhat conflicted about having her there but he's pretty sure he doesn't want to be bitched at all night.

But he misses her. The way they were before.]

Look. [He's trying *gasp* diplomacy. ...at a roll of 14.] You'd be invited if you could come and be civil.

[slays]

Great. When Hell freezes over, I'll give you a call.

[bigbad]

[He stares at her for another minute, then turns away.] Suit yourself. [He goes to the door, muttering about bloody infuriating bints.]

[slays]

[ LATER, BITCH. Equally huffy, Buffy stomps back to her room. ]