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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: OPEN TO ALL
Where: The castle banquet
When: evening

Mickey was still adjusting to the knightly business of things, but the banquet made it easier. Just like everything else, he blended into his surroundings, making casual small talk and letting others talk about themselves, all the while winning their favor like he usually did. It wasn't until he arrived at the banquet that he realized his breeches, tunic, and boots were some of the nicer clothes that were there to see, the tunic in a warm colored gold with a black lion across his chest and upon seeing him he was treated as if he were one of the more well off knights. It was more attention than he would have expected, but he didn't hate it.

who: Kai and Mickey
where: the coutyard
when: late afternoon

Kai had been walking around the hotel for most of her day, being solitary. She was still spinning her wheels over everything, but she came up with no answers. So, she was losing herself in photography. She was taking frame after frame of the wild garden, climbing into the foliage to get angles she liked. There were light little scratches all over her arms and legs, and two on her cheek from the thorns on the roses, but she was happy to be drifting into that place she loved, that place where she caught fragments of the world. Just a fraction of a second, immortalized.

Mickey had taken his bag back to his room since he didn't seem to be going anywhere any time soon. There was no point in staying his room, which meant he went wandering a little and considered himself lucky when he found the courtyard. Sure plants weren't really his thing, but this was a nice change of pace from the hotel itself. He heard the rustling before her saw her, eventually he did spot her, buried in the plants and he couldn't help but smile. "Are you a woodland sort of creature or just stuck?"
( and professions )

Who: Mickey and Bianca
When: Afternoon
Where: The Throne Room Bar

Bianca had been at the bar for half an hour now. She was soused. She was only on her second glass of champagne but she had always been a light weight and the fact that her blood was pumping hard and fast with fury helped get the alcohol into her system faster. She was busy unloading on Joe the bartender. Not that he seemed to mind.

“I’m serious. If they think they can just use me and then tear me into little pieces and toss me into the wind, they’ve got another thing coming. Bianca van der Noorden does not go down without a fight. No way, bucko.”

To which Joe said, “There was a young girl in here a little while ago. She was a beautiful dancer.” And continued wiping down the bar.

Bianca raised one finger from the hand that held her glass. “Exactly my point. Where do they come up with these beautiful dancers? It’s like they’re everywhere! I swear, nobody fucking cares about actresses anymore. It’s the dancers and the models they want. Well, you know what? I’m going to kiss the first man who walks in here. You watch, I’ll do it. And then I’ll tell him I’m a dancer and we’ll fuck like bunnies the way god intended it.”

The whole concept of waking up somewhere he didn't belong was jarring. The bag packed with his things didn't help matters. He didn't think he'd gotten evicted, and was pretty sure if he had the hotel he would have wound up at wouldn't be this nice, but he didn't have much else in the way of answers. And it took him a good while before he'd come to some sort of terms with it. Then the most logical answer was to try and leave. Only walking out the front door hadn't led Mickey out of the hotel. Instead it dropped him and his bag in a ballroom. Or that was what he guessed you called it. He'd never been in such a place and instantly felt out of place in his jeans and t-shirt. He looked behind him, seeing normal doors and not the ones he'd tried to leave from. What the hell?

( You're a unicorn! )