andres ♔ you know you've got everybody fooled

[nosdacariad]

WHO || Failboat
WHAT || Mark has something to share with the team
WHERE || Flight from Andres to England
WHEN || September 30th [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam

[So, as September winds to an end, Wynn demands all those Knights on Andres take a break from toiling away to fix the Isle, and return to London to celebrate the new large batch of incoming squires. After the horrors of losing teammates, it seems fitting to celebrate what they can.

Failboat travels back in a private plane that Mark may have stolen from Dimitris' airfield. Sup. With everyone on board, however, he looks a little grim when they're in the air, and stands in the entranceway from the cockpit, looking out at them for a moment, before clearing his throat. ]

I've uh, got something to talk to you guys about.

Comments

[slay]

Well, that's nice and ominous.

[ Buffy looks up from where she's doodling in the margins of some book that definitely looks too old and important to be doodled in. God only knows what she's researching in her off-time. ]

[doubletake]

[Elena's eyes open. She might have been pretending to be asleep to potentially avoid awkward conversation.

Spoilers, she wasn't.

She leans over the arm rest toward the aisle, peering at Mark, eyebrows raised expectantly.]

[bigbad]

What, are you pregnant? [Spike's looking at his phone, even though it's not like he can receive texts on the airplane. He's really hoping Dumage just lost her phone or something. But he's not worried enough not to sass. He'll never be worried enough not to sass.]

[nothingsodivine]

[don't mind des leaning over the seat behind you, buffy. Maybe he just wants to see your doodles. (spot 18)] Pretty sure that wouldn't even be the weirdest thing we've heard recently, Spike.

[isisagent]

[Archer tucks a note in his jacket, and turns around, tucking a silver bullet keychain and a pencil into his pocket, and glancing occasionally at Spike.]

Yeah. Weird... Stuff... Hey who needs a drink? I get the feeling this is going to be at least a Whiskey-level discussion.

[doubletake]

[Elena lifts her hand in the air before pointing down at her head.

Come on, Archer. If you're still mad, you're not too mad to make her a drink, right?]

[65]

[finnick raises his hand too. i hope u weren't surprised.]

[isisagent]

[.......................So much conflict in Archer right now.]

[He'll mix up a few drinks - because this plane has some kind of bar, right? Archer wouldn't be in it if it didn't, so he mixed them up some Old Fashion-eds. He gives Finnick his first, though, then gives one to Elena.]

Cheers.

[doubletake]

[Look at this face. You can't resist this face. And if you do she'll just turn it into his face and then he's really screwed.]

Cheers.

[She'll even click his glass before she pulls the drink towards herself and takes a...long sip.

Sorry, Mark, they're ready now. :)]

hunt for dumage } spike, finnick, hopefully dumage??

[bigbad]

[Spike's putting John Constantine to shame with his smoking right now. He can't let himself drink while he's looking for Dumage and he's pretty sure he's going to actively tear someone's head off if he doesn't have a steady flow of nicotine, and the way things are going, it'd be someone he likes. He glares at Finnick as he approaches. It's not personal. He's mad at the world right now and doesn't much care if he pisses people off with misplaced rage.]

Just so we're clear, no pitch forks are allowed, all right? We only know what Mark told us. I'm not bloody writing her off until I speak to her.

[65]

You don't have to speak to me like that. [flat stare. he's not drinking either, he just ... wishes he still was.] I want to hear her side of the story. Regardless of whether or not you and I are the only ones who actually feel that way.

[bigbad]

[Spike relents a little, shoulders slumping.] ...I might be a bit on edge. [Even the horrible beeping of the smoke alarm in the airplane bathroom hadn't been enough to keep him from hearing snatches of the conversation after he left it. It might be everyone but them who's ready to write Dumage off, but Finnick was Dumage's friend too. He drops his cigarette butt into a potted plant and pulls out a fresh one.]

Suppose we should get started, then, right? Her room, maybe?

[65]

Might as well. Even if she's not there, there might be clues to where she's gone.

[bigbad]

[Spike finds Dumage's room pretty easily (navigate 18). Apparently his Dumage-dar is strong. He knocks on the door. Worth a shot.]

Dumage, pet? Are you there?

[behindcloseddoors]

[ no answer ]

[bigbad]

[Welp. Spike's gonna try and kick down the door but he crit fails so I guess it goes a lot like this.]

[65]

Let me try. [finnick gently pushes spike ouuuut of the way so he can attempt a disable device check. and crit fail that too. it's the fucking a-team over here.]

spike } failboat + wynn

[bigbad]

Mark doesn't have the full story!

[Spike doesn't care what everyone's talking about I mean maybe they've moved on and now they're just talking about Wynn's hair now or something but he just gives no fucks, charging in and waving around his letter.]

Dumage is pulling an Elena.

[doubletake]

Excuse me?

[Too busy being offended right now. Don't compare Dumage to her.

Later she can laugh about how Dumage copied her. :') Best tag ever you're welcome.]

[slay]

It really concerns me that this is becoming enough of a trend to warrant becoming its own term.

[ She turns to Elena. ]

No offense.

[ But offense to Dumage tbh. ]

[witchwoman]

[Myri just tenses, not really ready to start this debate all over again. Also comparing Dumage to her precious bb Elena is not cool in her opinion.

She just sits and pulls Amaranth into her lap because it's something to do that keeps her calm.]

[nosdacariad]

And I don't exactly remember Elena putting blackmail and selling us out to the enemy on her list of favorite past-times.

[shootfirst]

Yeah, I'm not sure anything makes that better, Spike.

[rationalizes]

[ ignoring the peanut gallery ] Then you found something? In Dumage's room?

[wynn]

I am interested to hear what Sir Spike may have to say. [ in other words shut up y'all ]