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Who: Marian and Caleb
When: Morning
Where: Tournament Grounds

She’d spent the night in the castle like he told her, but it wasn’t exactly any better inside, what with wolves and birds and rabid chipmunks or something storming the banquet hall, but things had eventually calmed enough that there was something other to do than be scared. She’d set to work the moment someone would let her, helping with the hurt, the wounded, trying to get them what they needed. All the while she’d asked questions, listened to stories, picked up bits and pieces of information here and there. A witch had attacked they said. That the animals rampaging was her fault. It sounded ridiculous, but at the same time, what Marian had seen wasn’t normal.

All the while she watched the door for him. She assumed he’d be next. He’d said he would come back, he’d all but promised, but again and again he wasn’t there. She waited until dawn, barely sleeping, but as the others started to leave, started to find safety outside, to pull the tournament back together, Marian went with them. Her dress was stained with blood, none of it hers, but there nonetheless from helping out, her arms flaking a little bit of dried blood here and there as well. She hadn’t slept which meant dark circles under her eyes and her hair far more wild than it had been the night before. She looked a mess, but she had one goal, searching through the people for him, determined to find him.

( Well, Don Draper was a grade A asshole )

Who: Brett and Eris
Where: his place
When: morning

Brett hadn’t slept all night. He couldn’t believe that he had actually kidnapped a girl from the King’s jail last night. For all that he had no love for the ruler of Lavel, it was still a pretty stupid, if not fatal, move for him to make. Yet here he was, sat in the mouth of the basic, yet cosy cave that served as his home these days, keeping watch over a probably dying woman as the sun rose on a day that he was expected to spend fighting others.

There was a laundry list of reasons why this was a Very Bad Plan.
( bitching and bunnies )

Who: Kyle and Adam
Where: Their tent
When: Morning

Kyle pounded out all of his frustrations on the cart rim the blacksmith had him mending, pounding the strip of metal as if it was personally responsible for the fact he'd barely slept overnight, and that he was pretty sure his boyfriend was pissed off with him right now. Kyle had never been particularly good with dealing with issues and he had fallen back into old habits: he had thrown himself into work. He would have stayed at it all day as well, if the blacksmith hadn't pulled him to one side and indicated that Kyle needed to stop before he fell down, plus he was ruining the cart rim rather than mending it.

Banished from the forge, Kyle made his way back to their tent, wondering what he would find.

Adam hadn't gone looking for Kyle right after talking to Kennedy. He wanted to, but he knew Kyle was at work and really he needed to process things, what Kennedy had said, before he started spouting off questions or accusations. Not that he was going to accuse Kyle of anything, but at the same time Adam was worried. Had Kyle only wanted him because he didn't trust him not to sleep with Kennedy? Had that really been all it was? Professions of how much he cared about Adam, about how Adam was his everything and at the same time, was Kyle still trying to keep him from making his own decisions about things? And was Adam that girl that falls for the first guy who sticks around in the morning?

( The guy and that girl )

Who: Chase and Justin
When: Late morning
Where: Their tent

Chase knew there was a conversation coming. He'd seen that look in Justin's eyes when he made his way to him the night before, knowing that his tiny little scheme hadn't worked as expected and he was going to hear it. He had already been thinking of ways to make it up to him, but then all hell had broken loose and they'd been focused on not dying because of rampaging wolves and birds and chipmunks of satan. The only reason Chase had made it out without major injuries was Justin, which had him lingering closer to the man the next morning, the tiny crush pushed into something bigger with the display of heroics.

( I owe you one )

Who: Adam and Kennedy
Where: near the tournament grounds
When: morning

The night, while it had initially been okay, turned out to suck hard, sweaty donkey balls. She had wound up being attacked by various animals, though the worst was the fox. It was bigger than the other ones, and shit its bite hurt. The second most awful was the bird, she didn’t know what kind it was, but she had scratches all over her face and peck wounds on her scalp hidden by her hair. She knew she was lucky she kept her eyes.

So, she was having a shit day. And fuckers were continuing the damn tournament. Normally she had a real hard time giving a shit about much of anything, but seeing that she certainly wasn’t the only one who had a shit night...it was dumb. People were bandaged up while trying to wear fancy clothes, and what the shit. She was seated a ways away from the action, glaring daggers at the tournament while she considered making an attempt to shut it down.

Adam had spent the night in the blacksmith’s forge with Kyle and a few others he’d managed to grab and drag back into the forge with him. There were enough of them that Kyle had decided to spend what part of the night people were sleeping on the other side of the place from him which had left both of them anxious. By the time it was morning and things were calmer, he was working through their trampled tent and pulling what was functioning out, trying to get their money together to see if he could get what he needed to fix the tent.

It was a shock that the tournament was still going on, that vendors were trying to make do with trampled and damaged stalls. He was wandering through them until he slowed, seeing a familiar figure. Heading her way he frowned. “You okay? That’s one hell of a look.”
( whatever )

In the aftermath of the animal attacks from the previous night, the whole of the kingdom is shaken. All anyone can talk about is the witch and her attack on the townspeople. Several people died before the animals were contained or returned to their natural state, leaving the kingdom wondering if things should go forward in the first place or if the tournament should be canceled.

The King had pushed to start the final round of the tournament nonetheless, so close to finishing and under a guise of needing to move on and not be held back by such tragedy, the tournament starts again, just slightly delayed. As a result the competition starts around midday and runs into the evening when the final victor is crowned. As the tournament draws to an end, so does the day

All the residents of the Regent, both new and old, will return to their hotel rooms for the next game day, with everything that they had on their person at the conclusion of the tournament, all theirs to keep.

Who: Edison and Harlow
Where: near their tents
When: evening

With Harlow down to one squire, Edison was left doing everything, which with Harlow was actually everything. He was lugging her gear, following after her as they headed back towards their tent. She was exhausting, but staying on her good side seemed imperative.
( Read more... )

Who: Justin, Chase, then Kennedy
Where: the banquet
When: evening

As much as Chase really didn't want to push Justin's attention somewhere else, he'd promised Kyle and it was matter of love versus a crush that was clearly going nowhere and even less places considering Chase wasn't usually the type to act on a crush. So when Justin seemed to have a break in his banquet action he found a space next to him with a smile, refilling his wine glass. "You looked great out there today. And definitely caught the attention of more than one lady."

( Give it a Shot )

who: autumn and mazie
where: autumn's chambers
when: during the attack

Autumn had been having a freaking awesome time at the festivities, right up until everything went to hell in a handbasket in, like, no time at all. She was herded along with a group of other ladies back into the castle as quickly as possible, and Autumn spotted Mazie in the crowd. She ran over to grab her and pull her along with the others. She would have grabbed anyone else she recognized too, but Mazie was it for the moment.

Mazie had been just fine, happily chomping on the ends of another turkey let, but what she hadn't expected was that hoard of chipmunks to go ballistic and attack her. She was littered with scratches and small bites when Autumn grabbed her and she didn't protest against the grabbing, just the monsters that were attacking her. "Fuck you, chipmunk bullshits!"
( they're jerks )

Who: Adam and Kyle
When: Evening
Where: Their Tent

Adam had just barely survived the second match with the giant knight. He'd been faster yes, but it turned out that it was more like 'fast enough to not get killed' instead of fast enough to win. Out of the tournament, he'd slunk back to the tent alone. There he peeled out of his clothes and was doing his best to clean and wrap a cut on his bicep. It wasn't terribly deep but it would definitely scar. He was peppered with bruises too, red marks that were starting to sink to purple, but he wasn't focused on those. Not yet.

( I'm not a hero )

Who: Chase and Kyle
Where: Near the arena
When: Afternoon

Chase had watched Justin's first two matches, completely pleased with how his knight was doing and trying not to focus too hard on how easy it was to slip into thinking about him as 'his'. He just had to keep that out of what he was doing with Justin and he'd be fine, but it was fun to cheer him on and now, to watch his coat of arms move up on the scoreboard. Definitely proud. He'd have to tell him later.

Kyle had stuck to his guns. He had avoided all of the rounds. Instead, he had made a deal with the blacksmith. The smith had been overworked with orders, and having seen Kyle work the day before had been happy to trade direction and training in exchange for free labour.

By the time midafternoon rolled round, Kyle was covered in soot and sweat and ravenously hungry. Deciding to take a break, he pulled off his shirt and rinsed off at the well. Rinsing out his shirt, he left it hanging round his neck as he collected some food. He was feeling really good. Working had taken his mind off of all his worries, and whilst his muscles ached, he had the deep satisfaction that came with creation - even if all he'd been doing all day was sharpening swords and repairing armour. It gave him the confidence to wander over to the scoreboards. To finally look see how Adam was doing.

( Do I know you from somewhere? )

Who: Adam and Mazie
Where: outside the tournament
When: midday

Adam had made it through his first match! There wasn’t even anything he could lie about it. He’d won. It was incredible. Of course it had been incredibly close and he’d almost been hurt pretty bad, but you know what? He’d won. And maybe he could do it again. He’d have to do it again because he had a break, but he had another match coming up before too long. He was sitting off to the side, trying to catch his breath, trying not to grin too much because of what Brett had warned against.

( don't chicken out )

Who: Christer and Tierney
Where: Near the stables
When: Afternoon

Christer was trying not to focus too much on his feelings around Lindsey, her knight, and himself, which had him throwing himself into his job which wasn’t even his real job, but he’d been suited to work in the stables just like had been at home. He worked until he was exhausted, finally sitting outside the stables with something that mustered for lunch, watching people pass. They were staring at him again, blonde hair hanging in his eyes, but more than that, he’d gone down to just a flimsy shirt with shorter sleeves, showing off the tattoos that trailed up and down his arms. He knew that was what they were looking at. They always were.

Tierney had met Sullivan, and gone with him to the tournament. But at some point, she’d wandered off and wasn’t able to catch up with him again. She wasn’t worried about it, if they really did come from the same hotel, they’d cross paths again. And if not, she’d survive. With his watch, which she didn’t have to steal after all. Bonus. She was doing a little exploring now when she spotted the tattooed blonde. Well, that didn’t seem to fit the way most other people looked around here. And that was a good thing. Approaching him, she didn’t bother to lean down, she was short enough that he wouldn’t have to look up very high to see her face. “Hey. Nice ink.”

( find a way out )

Who: Tierney and Ella
Where: The Catherdral
When: Night time

During her first few hours of wandering around the place she came to know as Lavel, Tierney was still in a bit of denial. None of this seemed real and she couldn't be sure that any of the people she'd encountered were actual people and this all just wasn't a dream world. But once the animals started attacking shit got real, fast. Thankfully, Tierney knew what to do in an emergency, so she was able to quickly draw from her frame of reference. And the best thing to do in this situation was run. Which she did, as fast as she could. She took shelter in the church, and waited until things seemed to calm down outside. But as night fell, she was even less inclined to go outside, not if there were still rabid-like animals ready to attack. So instead, she waited, and wandered about the cathedral.

Who: Mickey and Monica (Open to Attack Threads)
Where: the banquet
When: evening

Mickey had done really well in the events. He wasn’t sure what it said about him, but he didn’t back down from a fight that was for sure and despite it not being a type of fighting he was used to he, figured out the worse of it. He wasn’t any good at archery, but he’d done enough to get through to the next round and tomorrow he’d be competing again. It had earned him a little bit of attention with the others knights, but he did as he always had, blending well with them, and keeping everything to himself. He moved away from the crowd, refilling his drink, watching things from a distance for a moment.

Monica had spent her day watching the events, playing now and again for people. It was a little strange when she played, she noticed, but wasn't sure what to think of it besides maybe the people here were used to worse music, and that was why they were so wrapped up in her songs. Getting thirsty, she went to pour herself some more wine, and smiled at the man who had just gotten himself another drink. “Good evening,” she greeted pleasantly.
( onoz! )

Who: Edison and Kennedy
Where: near the tournament grounds
When: afternoon

Edison was doing his best to both keep Harlow and her violent attitude under control and ready for whatever lay ahead and keep an eye out for Bianca at the same time. He hated that the redhead had just left his side without thinking about the consequences, but there was little he could do about it. She was determined to think he was talking down to her, which was unfair considering that had been all she’d done to him and it hadn’t been his intention in the first place. He’d gotten Harlow settled with her gear and pushed towards the holding area to prep for the competition and he found himself a seat in the crowd, close enough to be of service to her if she needed him, but also well out of the fray of things.

Despite the craziness of the situation, he’d spent plenty of time the day before and this morning listening in on rumors, asking questions here and there, and taking in a good deal of information about the area they were in and the tournament itself. He was lost in his own mind at the moment, turning over the pieces for clues as to why they were there in the first place, but so far nothing was coming to him.

Kennedy was relaxing. She was off to the side of the tournament block, lying on the ground as she basked in the sun for a bit. Her head was cradled by her arms, and she was hoping no stray horses or people stepped on her. But if they did, she probably wouldn't actually care that much. Mostly, she was blanking out, just being there-but-not.
( like, Fate or no? )

Who: Mai and Kai
Where: around
When: late morning

Mai had spent the morning looking for her sister, asking around here and there until she was finally pointed in the right direction. People were giving her looks sure, the fancy gown and the fact that she’d been called out as betrothed to the prince at the banquet wasn’t lost on anyone it seemed, but she pressed on until she found the familiar face she was looking for. “Kai!”

Kai had been having a pretty great day. She was still on a high from things with Ronin, and the weird place they were was fascinating. So, she hadn’t been stressing, which might have been weird, but for her it didn’t seem to be. As she heard Mai, she turned to smile at her sister. “Hey!” she said. “You look gorgeous, you know that?”
( no betrothal )

Who: Kyle and Mazie
Where: Out and About
When: Early morning

It had been late when Kyle had finally made it back to the tent the night before. He’d waited until things were quiet, then headed back and ended up wrapped up in blankets with Adam. After everything, it felt like the right thing to do. Still, he found himself awake before dawn, and extracted himself from the blankets whilst his boyfriend was still sleeping, figuring that he would go for a walk or something. There had been word at the banquet last night about exactly what today would bring for the ‘knights’. Stress and worry wouldn’t let him just lie there any longer.

Mazie had slipped out of the tent early enough to go sweet-talk her way into some freshly baked bread from one of the merchants in town. She was walking back toward the tent with a loaf under her arm and a half-eaten croissant in her hand when she saw Kyle. "What's up?" She asked, heading his way with a grin on her face. "Want some bread?"

( Baked goods and conversation )

Who: Brett and Finn
Where: By the scoreboards
When: Afternoon

By the time the last rounds were ending of the hand to hand combat, Finn was patched up and mentally getting himself focused for the next task at hand. He was dutifully ignoring what had happened with Lindsey and her reaction, because he didn't want to focus on it or the rejection. He could think about when there wasn't a tournament to win. As he watched the last men walk away from the match, the knight in dark armor having bested his opponent, his eyes cut to the placement boards, watching that man's coat of arms move to the same level as his own, marking them as two of the best. When the knight passed him he smiled, all warmth and sunshine in his blue eyes. "So you're the man to beat then?" he asked, seeming as if he was enjoying every second since he was.

( it's about honor )

Who: Finn and Lindsey
Where: Finn’s tent
When: late morning

Finn had had a great morning in the hand to hand combat ring. He'd bested all his opponents, knocking out more competitors than any other knight and moving his name to the top of the list. There was archery this afternoon, but for now he was back in his tent, having left his equipment with Norman to take care of and was peeling himself out of his tunic, inspecting the cuts and bruises across his skin. There were other scars as well, here and there from similar tournaments and bouts, but nothing too jarring.

( an offer )