open ♔ october socialization

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, Andres Isle, etc!
WHEN || October
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.

Also, following the promotion and squiring parties at the beginning of the month, Wynn will be taking any willing Knights back to Andres Isle to further reconstruction efforts there.   There's plenty to be done - and an election to gear up for, to find out who will rule Andres Isle!

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:
Wynn & Section Heads @ Andres/London
Felicity @ the Desk
Damon @ the Desk
Gar and/or Kat @ Andres
Cordelia & Bambi @ Andres
Mark @ Andres castle, village, graveyard
Belle @ London castle
Amara @ London castle, Round Table room
Zero/Wheatley @ the Hoard labs
Cora @ the woods / Andres / London
Buffy @ Andres / London
David @ the Castle training room / Andres
Lydia @ England, the lab
Emma F @ London castle
Alanna @ Andres
Willow @ Andres/London library
Faye @ library
Abigail @ London castle/cleric wing/training room/library
Stiles @ Andres
Myri & Elena | Closed
Rose @ London / Andres
Han @ London/Andres
Carol @ Andres castle/ construction
Kenzi @ London armory / Andres throne room
Spike @ Andres
Killian @ Andres construction / London castle
Avaleen @ Andres
Thea @ castle firing range
Frankie @ Andres
Damon @ the castle
Malina @ London bday celebration / Fire wing / Gardens / TV room
Rocket @ London TV room
Jordan @ Andres
Alainn @ Andres
Glasya & Sam  | Closed
Nathan @ Andres / London training room
Astrid @ London
Alex @ London firing range, airfield
Finnick @ Various
Sylar @ London kitchen/library
Lissa @ Andres medical / London light wing, various
Hayley @ Rebekah | Closed
Glasya & Sam | Closed
Alice @ Andres/ London

Comments

[uncurse]

Well either you can handle it, or I can make it up there in a couple days when the next ship goes out.

Oh and Hook? You have two hands now. Stop trying to text with one.

[unhand]

Damn. [He lets go of Jordan's shoulder and looks back at his phone before shooting off another text. With both hands!]

It doesn't help as much as you'd think!

[But he got all the letters that time, so maybe it does. He looks back up at Jordan.] Or not. Guess we're on our own.

[wishuponadjinn]

[Yeah, Jordan is totally not going anywhere with Killian. Worst idea ever. He jerks out of the other mans grasp (Str 16), standing up and beginning to collect his books as he and Emma text. He's stacking up his notes as the conversation ends, a hunted look in his eyes.]

I have to go, I'm late.

[unhand]

For what? [Killian moves to block his way.] A rendezvous with Faye?

[wishuponadjinn]

What? No! Not everything has to do with her! I've got my own stuff to do. [He just really needs to get the heck out of here before Killian becomes even more suspicious. Unfortunately for Jordan he doesn't really think about how bad his sudden need to get away is making him look (Wis 12).

He tries to dodge around the other man, but he is in such a hurry he trips over the legs of the chair, bowling into Killian and dropping his books and notes in the process. (Dex...Crit fail hahaha).]

[unhand]

[Oh my god, you are lucky Killian isn't nearly as pointy as he used to be. He catches Jordan easily (reflex 21) and rights him, glancing down at the pile of papers.]

You seem rather flustered, mate. I'd say I'm getting close, and you can't talk about it. [His mouth twists, and he raises an eyebrow.] Is she doing something to you?

[wishuponadjinn]

[The notes are written in a neat, small script that would be cramped had it not been so tiny, like he was trying to fit as many words on a page as possible. From what Killian would be able to make out before he is snatching them up again would be comparisons of the Weave and the Shadow Weave, mostly philosophical musings about the two.

At Killian's words he pauses, hands stilled over the papers before working to gather them once more, head still bowed against the other mans inquiring gaze.]

Sh- [The word cuts off abruptly, his hand shooting to his throat, head shaking quickly back and forth. A breath later he's talking in a strained voice, straightening again.] Everything is fine, Faye is great.

[unhand]

You can't tell me, can you? [Sense motive 14 but let's be real it would've take a pretty low roll not to understand that motion.] Did she put some sort of spell on you?

[wishuponadjinn]

NO! No, she wouldn't do that! [He scrambles the rest of his papers together, shoving them into one of his notebooks so they're sticking out every which way. As he meets Killian's gaze he shrugs, a strained smile comes to his face.]

Unless you're talking about the spell she put on my heart? [Yes. He actually just said that. You're welcome.]

[unhand]

Is that what this is? A love spell? [Probably a funnier joke if not for a) Faye being super magical and b) Amara.] You're not a very good liar, lad. Out with it.

[wishuponadjinn]

I know I'm a terrible liar, but there's nothing to say. Faye didn't cast a spell on me, for love or anything else. [And that is actually the truth! Just not...all of it. He holds Killian's eyes for a moment, giving him a look that could be interpreted as a few different things, but he hopes the other man picks up on the unspoken inference.

Without another word he slips past Killian, heading for the door.]

[unhand]

[Killian lets him leave this time. Whatever else is going on, the lad knows more than he's telling, and quite likely more than he can tell. Killian's more worried than he had been before now. How much trouble is Jordan in? And how much more trouble will Faye be in?

He's got his work cut out for him, clearly.]