'A Gathering of Shadows'

Who: Myrwin Martell, Elia Martell
When: Day 21, afternoon
Where: The Red Keep, Elia's chambers
Rating: PG
Status: Open.

( Delivered via raven, written in a House Martell royal cipher by Myrwin's own hand. )

Who: Genna Stark and OPEN
When: Day 21, afternoon
Where: Maegor's holdfast . Hall of portraits.
Rating: PG
Status: Open.

Who: Jaehaerys Targaryen, Elia Martell, Lazralene. Some other npcs.
When: Day 20, late at night
Where: A brothel run by a lady from the Summer Isles.
Rating: PG-13 for Martell-Targaryen tempers, vicious arguing and suggestions of orgiastic bliss
Status: OPEN

Who: Tymor Lannister, NPCs, anyone who wants to show up
When: Day 21, afternoon
Where: The Red Keep, courtyard
Rating: PG
Status: OPEN

There were few ways to adequately get revenge on Jeremy without resorting to juvenile pranks. Admittedly, the amusement Tymor took in his youngest sibling's struggles wasn't entirely mature, but at least he wasn't putting garter snakes into his little brother's boots while he slept. In fact, revenge was only one of several reasons that he was doing what he was doing. Jeremy needed to be disciplined. He also needed to learn to focus on something and strive to better himself at it. Really, the only part of this that was blatantly revenge was how completely amused Tymor was at his brother's frustration.

He stood and faced his little brother in the courtyard. Each brother was armed with blunted steel, and clad in leather armor. Nothing strong - just enough to protect against potentially broken bones. Jeremy had a shield in his other hand. Tymor opted to hold a book.

The eldest Lannister brother glanced at his book periodically while Jeremy relentlessly tried to strike at him. Each strike was knocked aside and defended against. Tymor had not done this when Jeremy had only begun to learn, and he would not do this as soon as Jeremy got more serious about learning the art of sword fighting. For the time being, though, he was entirely fair game.

Jeremy charged at him with a yell, and was quickly disarmed of his blade, caught under the arms, and pushed to the ground. Not quite hard enough to seriously hurt him, but a good solid push that sent him sprawling. Tymor's blade was inches away from his neck in a split second, and he flipped the page of his book with his free hand.

"A little better, little brother," said Tymor. "But you still have a long way to go. And...since you didn't manage to keep me fighting for more than two minutes, you've lost our bet. Which means that you'll not only be on your best behaviour - you'll behave so well for the next two weeks that it'll impress any Septons or Septas who see you."

Jeremy grumbled, but got to his feet and nodded.

"Oh. And your defense is much improved," Tymor said encouragingly. "But you still might as well be telling me exactly where you're going to attack. Your moves are far too obvious and careless. Try practicing a bit without an opponent for a bit. I'll watch you."

Tymor smiled at a few of the onlookers briefly. He wasn't a constant show off, but occasionally it was fun.

Who: Polonius Haine, William Stark.
When: Day 19, evening.
Where: The King's Chamber.
Rating: PG
Status: in-progress

Who: Tyrith and Lilyanna have a visit
When: Day 20, afternoon
Where: The Red Keep- Lilyanna's chamber
Rating: ... well, let's start with PG and go from there?  
Status: Open.

Who: Alais Arryn and OPEN
When: Day 22, afternoon/evening.
Where: The Red Keep -- stable-yard, to be exact.
Rating: Oh, probably PG at worst.
Status: Open.

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Who: Arys Arryn; Hester Arryn, Isobel Dayne and open to anyone else who wants him
When: Morning of Day 22
Where: Red Keep
Rating: PG
Status: Open

Arys had spent the morning at swordplay with Yohan Royce - it had helped him work out some of his temper. Damn his lady mother, and her letters if it were not enough that he had Hester demanding to know what he was about she had to send him Alais as well? He loved his sisters, truly he did, but seven hells, they were daughters of a great House. Why could they not find husbands and get out of his hair. Kaelyn has managed it and she was only his cousin - he did at least have the sense at least not to say this. Though he might say it to Kaelyn - it might get a smile out of her. Or perhaps not - still he was willing to try.

Swordwork done Arys had bathed, changed and gone in search for something to improve his mood. Not that there was much of that in the Keep - the diversions were all in the city and he gave serious consideration to going out in pursuit of them. The smell had lessened out there since he arrived and in all of the good brothels they burnt incense and sweet smelling oils so no-one would notice. But he could not find Yohan and it seemed like less of a diversion to go on his own. He ended up in one of the small gardens that the Keep held and sent young Emmon off to find Yohan. At least then the boy wasn't chattering at him. It almost made him miss Denys who was just almost old enough to be interesting.

Who: William Stark; anyone who wants an audience
When: Morning of Day 21
Where: Red Keep, particularly the Iron Throne
Rating: PG
Status: Open

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Who: Tymor Lannister and anyone who wants to join him outside
When: Day 20, morning
Where: Red Keep, outdoors
Rating: PG?
Status: OPEN

Tymor's personal servant had strongly hinted that he should go out and enjoy the positively lovely weather outside. He was certain that if the man had been anything but a servant, it would have come as an instruction, not a suggestion. Raynald knew his father's opinion on what constituted "overdoing it" wth books and made every attempt to steer Tymor in other directions when he thought he was reaching that point.

Of course, trying to push a proud lion into doing anything was simply asking for him to do the very thing he wasn't supposed to, out of spite.

Tymor had gone out for a walk, with Lion's Claw sheathed at his hip...but he'd also brought a very large history book. It was an old, unrevised edition, and he found it interesting that some events were painted very differently in the old and new versions. It just went to prove that history was written by the victors. Atrocities could be glazed over for the sake of making the victorious side seem "good" and the side that lost seem "bad".

He sat reading in the sun, and looked up from his reading only when he heard footsteps approaching.

Who: Tristran Mallister, devout followers of the Seven (or anyone who wants to appear as such)
When: Day 18, evening
Where: Outside of the Great Sept of Baelor
Rating: G. We’re at a church, people.
Status: OPEN

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Who: Polonius Haine, Kaelyn Stark, William later if he wants
When: Day 18, early evening
Where: Maegor's Holdfast, the queen's chambers
Rating: pg
Status: OPEN

Who: Elia Martell, Isobel Dayne, Hester Arryn later if she wants
When: Day 19, just past noon
What: tea and cake and death, possibly. With added embroidery likely.
Status: In Progress 

Who: Jaehaerys, others
When: Day 19, evening
Where: The Inn of the Golden Hand
Rating: pg
Status: OPEN 

Who: Isobel Dayne
When: Day 18, late afternoon.
What: Invitation from Elia Martell
Status: Closed

Who: Tyrith Lannister, others
When: Day 17, afternoon
Where: The Red Keep, Tyrith's rooms.
Rating: pg
Status: OPEN

Who: Elia Martell, others
When: Day 18, afternoonish
Where: The Red Keep
Rating: pg
Status: OPEN

Who: Kyra Tyrell (w/ Mark Florent), whoever else would be near the godswood.
When: Day 15, noonish
Where: The Red Keep
Rating: R because it's Kyra.
Status: OPEN

Who: Isobel Dayne; anyone in the streets of King's Landing
When: Day 18, morning
Where: King's Landing, streets and gate
Rating: PG-13
Status: in progress

( a delayed arrival )

Who: Toria Lannister and anyone who happens to be out in King's Landing
When: Day 17, late morning
Where: Streets of King's Landing
Rating: PG?
Status: OPEN

As it turned out, Toria was not able to set out to offer the smallfolk House Lannister's charity for another week. It was only recently that the nobles were allowed to roam freely through King's Landing. The previous two days, Toria had just been finishing up with her moonblood and had no desire to be anywhere but her room. Today, however, she felt much better and was much more disposed toward kindness and charity.

She was accompanied by Ser Geron Marbrand, a knight in the service of the Lannister family. The fifth brother in his family, he stood very little chance of ever becoming the Marbrand heir. However, as a knight, he'd proven himself. Baskets filled with bread were attached to his horse's saddle and hers, and Toria carried a small sack of silver coins. Toria herself was wearing Lannister crimson and gold. People needed to know who their benefactors were.

Toria sought out families first and foremost. Those with young children in particular. At first, she would hand out silver. When she ran out of that, she would give loaves of bread. When she was completely out of everything, Ser Geron was there to help see her safely back to the Red Keep.

"Here's a small gift from House Lannister," she said, handing a silver coin to a mother looking over some of the untainted food that had been newly brought into King's Landing.

"Thank you, My Lady. May the Seven bless you for your generosity. Proper gods. Not those strange Old Gods the Starks observe. I swear, the plague came the same time they did..."

"My lady mother was born a Stark," replied Toria. She kept her tone even, despite this nonsense annoying her. It was one of the more ridiculous rumours she'd heard of. "Kindly avoid saying awful things about my kin."

"I meant nothing by it, My Lady. Apologies," said the woman, quickly going about her own business.

Toria walked along, holding her horse's reins. Ser Geron stayed close enough to rush to her aid if necessary, but far enough that he was more background scenery than an intimidating presence right by her side.