Log; Ongoing

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

When; May 1, all day
Rating; PG? PG13? Medieval sports violence?
Characters; Open, but characters with ill intentions beware of Narnia's zero tolerance policy.
Summary; Lucy's birthday celebration begins late morning with a tournament till sunset and general merrymaking afterward into the evening. Presents not required but probably a perk.
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[ooc: "It's a field!" For more references this is the poly_tldr tourney post, this is the 1st IC tourney post, and this is the 2nd IC tourney post! Consolidating into one log instead of two, so label subject lines accordingly whether it's "Match: Spy vs. Spy" or "Spectator~" or "Evening Party: Open" etc. etc. Have fun!]

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Tournament Prep

[noflatterer.livejournal.com]

Bree had been up early, by human standards. For a horse, the pale hours of morning were the ideal time to procure a delicious breakfast. He often thought it a shame other creatures couldn't enjoy the sweet taste of new grass, but though it was the best grass of the year, he ate in moderation. When he had been a colt, Bree's dam had cautioned him not to eat too much of the fresh greenery, or he'd make himself sick, and she'd been quite serious.

There was a great deal to be done today, and Bree was happy to do it. After all, how often did one have the honor of helping the queen celebrate her birthday?

[ooc: Placeholder. I won't be back until the afternoon or possibly evening. ♥]

~Spectator~ || Open

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Chuck wasn't entirely sure if showing up after the night of drinking was such a good idea, but he made a mistake of promising he'll be there. And a lot of people were expecting to see him here. Starting with Blair and Caspian, to Dawn and Jake. And maybe some entertainment would help take his mind of... things. He was in the City, he couldn't get much further from New York than that. So maybe this was his perfect escape...

Meanwhile he stood at the edge of the field, in a white jacket and pants (http://img517.imageshack.us/img517/105/41542788.jpg), wearing sunglasses to hide the bags under his eyes. He sipped coffee from a large cup and smiled to himself. He could taste the rum in it, Irish Coffee they called it. He figured that this alone should be able to get him through the day.

He leaned against the railing that separated the area for spectators from the ground where all the combat took place. The event turned out to be really impressive and Chuck felt like he was in a movie about knights. He half expected a dragon to show up.

~Spectator~ || Open

[lovingmybamfgun.livejournal.com]

Mickey was getting used to the crutches, though it did take him longer to get to his destination. When he reached the field, practically all packed up in bandages, Chuck was the first person he recognised.

"Hey," he said casually.

~Spectator~ || Open

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Chuck was about to tell the intruder to go away, but he recognized Mickey. He frowned when he saw crutches.

"What happened to you?" he asked instead of a greeting. The other man looked worse than Chuck felt, and it said a lot.

~Spectator~ || Open

[lovingmybamfgun.livejournal.com]

"Uh... accident," Mickey replied. He felt lucky he was only cursed to tell the truth yesterday.

~Spectator~ || Open

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

He lowered his glasses and looked at Mickey over the rims. He was not really buying it, but for the moment he didn't care what happened. He pushed the glasses back up and shrugs.

"Looks like a very painful one... Shouldn't you be sitting down?" he asked and looked around trying to locate a chair or something similar.

Match: Open for Anyone Who Wants To Win

[not-so-smooth.livejournal.com]

Sam felt ridiculous. He was pretty sure that he looked ridiculous too. He always thought if you put on a suit of armor then you'd feel like a knight, like you were invincible. Instead, he just felt uncomfortable. Of course, he had only been learning to joust for about a month, so maybe when you got good you felt better about it.

The horse under his feet shifted nervously, obviously able to sense Sam's inexperience with this sort of thing.

"Okay, come one Witwicky," he said to himself. "Just ride along that rail thing, point the big stick at the other guy, and then get knocked on your ass."

[ooc: Sam is basically tilting fodder. Anyone who wants to go against him for an easy win is welcome to.]

~Spectator~ || Open

[lovingmybamfgun.livejournal.com]

"Nah, no, I'm fine," Mickey lied again and leaned on the railing.

He tried to hide how uncomfortable he felt and how it probably would be best if he just sat down.

"Looks interesting. So who's on there now, then?"

~Spectator~ || Open

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

If Mickey wanted to play a martyr, it wasn't Chuck's business to comment on it. So he just shrugged and smiled, looking back at people on the feild.

"I honestly don't know. I'm waiting for a friend of mine, Caspian. He organized this thing and is supposed to take part in the competition. You can say I'm just a cheerleader," he sent Mickey a lazy smile and raised his coffee cup. "Go team."

He couldn't keep the straight face and snorted, taking a sip of his coffee.

~Spectator~ || Open

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

Dawn flopped dramatically against the railing, sighing, all gigantic sunglasses and cute summer dress and yet more heels. At least these ones are wedges instead of spikes. She might still be half in Georgina mode.

"Kill me now. Since when is partying supposed to last until I should be at home, eating breakfast?"

She looked sadly down at her feet. "My feet hurt. So very very badly. I think they might be considering seceding from my body in protest."

Turning her head to face Chuck, Dawn smiled ruefully. "Also, hi. Morning, Chuck."

~Spectator~ || Open

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Chuck took in the dress and the huge sunglasses.

"Hello to you too, *Dawn*" he put an emphasis on the name, wanting to tease her for a moment, but he decided that could wait till they had the entire mess all cleaned up.

"I take it, you managed to keep Serena convinced you're Georgina..."

~Spectator~ || Open

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

Pushing her sunglasses down with one finger, Dawn gave Chuck a Look. It's part petulant teenage girl, part disappointed teacher, all exasperated.

"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, Bass." But she didn't look too upset, and within a moment the glasses are pushed back up and Dawn is reclining against the rail again.

"Mmm-hmm. There were a couple weird moments, but I think I did okay. The advice about taking off the shoes helped, by the way. Even if my feet were all grody when I got home."

~Spectator~ || Open

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Chuck took a sip of his spiked coffee and smiled, watching the competitors and not Dawn.

"Of course it helped. I told you, I'll talk you through it."

He hesitated for a moment. Rescuing Serena with someone who wasn't Blair was a weird experience. The fact that Dawn looked exactly like Georgina was an added bonus.

"Do you have any idea how long this whole memory loss might last?"

~Spectator~ || Open *LURKS LIKE A LURKING THING*

[parallel-blond.livejournal.com]

Jake hadn't been very interested in the tournament when he'd first heard about it, and now, with the weight of everything from the past few days hanging over him, he really hadn't. But now that he was actually there, something about the excitement made him feel kind of... happier.

It wasn't hard at all to find Chuck, but Mickey was also there, and Jake was still... well, ok, he didn't know exactly how he felt toward his best friend right now. So he hung around in the background, watching the people, but mostly keeping an eye on the two.

[ooc: so yeah, he's just here hanging out and lurking (I do like that word :-D), and I'll reply to Chuck's main comment with actual conversation for those two.

~Spectator~ || Open

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

Dawn turned to look the at the field, too, stretching a little in the process.

"And today on a very special episode of Chuck Explains It All..."

Dropping the amused smile, Dawn shook her head. "Unfortunately, no. I haven't really had time to really do any research on it, but all I can say for sure is it's a) not a curse, and b) happened to at least two people. I think the best option-y route is to see what happens. I'll do some Network stalking later, see what I can dig up."

Studiously Not Looking at Chuck, she tapped one finger on the railing, debating whether or not to ask the obvious question. "You... are you okay?" Dawn can't just not ask, obviously.

[ooc: SOB I maybe uploaded one or two icons just for this. >.>]

~Spectator~ || Open

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

He grinned into his cup listening to Dawn being a smartass. It felt familiar, she would find herself perfectly at home on the Upper East Side. The wisecracks were right there with the best of them.

Not a curse meant there was a possibility that it wouldn't go away on its own... "Maybe there's someone in the City capable of helping with lost memories... Or something like that. Magic, or some sort of technology for that..." there was so much incredible stuff in the City, maybe there was something, or someone, they could use to help Serena...

And then she asked... And he couldn't believe she did. He raised his eyebrow and glanced at her.

"You do know, I'm perfectly capable of lying to you today..." He pointed out. Yesterday's curse seemed to be over. He thought for a moment. He wasn't okay. And he didn't want to tell her that.

"Unlike you, I'm used to drinking all night. But you might get more of an answer when I've had some sleep."

~Spectator~ || Open - Later than above...

[parallel-blond.livejournal.com]

Once Mickey was gone, Jake made his way over to where Chuck was standing. He wasn't as hung over as Chuck was, but he was feeling just a little under the weather.

"'morning."

~Spectator~ || Open - Later than above...

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Chuck turned to face Jake, who walked up to him. He leaned against the railing and smile.

"Jake. Good to see you made it."

~Spectator~ || Open

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

"I know a couple people who could help, if it comes to that. I still think give it a few days, see what's the what, then go for magic." Dawn frowned. "Not that I'm usually all voice of caution-y, but it's easier to go leaping into the fray when it's only your brains that might go all scrambled and weird."

Innocent look firmly planted in place, Dawn shrugged. "Yeah, and you can if you want. I'm fully prepared for competition level fibbing. I just... had to ask. In case you wanted to talk."

Oh look, a distraction! Dawn held up one finger, shaking her head. "I didn't drink at all, let alone all night, thanks."

~Spectator~ || Open - Later than above...

[parallel-blond.livejournal.com]

"I'm surprised to see you here, after last night..."

Jake leaned against the railing as well, mirroring Chuck's pose slightly.

~Spectator~ || Open

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Chuck shrugged. "If you want to wait before calling in for help, it's your choice. You're the one who will party for the third night in the row tonight," he pointed out with slight satisfaction. He might've been looking forward to seeing that. NOt that he would admit to it. Maybe later.

He took in the innocent look and shook his head. "I really don't," he said and took another sip of his coffee.

He welcomed the distraction, grateful that Dawn offered. "Water shots, I take it."

~Spectator~ || Open - Later than above...

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Chuck shrugged. "Drinking all night is nothing new for me. Attending a social event while hangover isn't either."

He raised his coffee cup.

"And I came prepared."

~Spectator~ || Open

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

"My feet will heal. Magic and brains plus City type spells going wonky? I think I'll take the being tired and sore over Serena's mind getting all hinky for good." She groaned, leaning down to rest her head against the railing for a moment. "Oh my God, don't remind me. I'm just lucky Buffy has amnesia right now, too. Do have have any idea how she'd respond to me staying out three nights in a row?"

Dawn nodded agreeably. "Okay. Then don't. I just had to try."

Distractions are good! They keep things as light as needed. "And cranberry juice and vodka, sans vodka. No alcohol passed my lips at all. Yay me."

~Spectator~ || Open - Later than above...

[parallel-blond.livejournal.com]

Jake caught a whiff of the coffee as he looked around. Ah, right.

"Anythin' interestin' so far?"

He knew this whole thing was a bit awkward, both for him and for Chuck, and not just because of that 'dream.'

~Spectator~ || Open

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

"I can imagine. Big sisters are probably even worse than big brothers. I take it you're not going to tell her, even after he gets her memories back... That is probably the best idea..." He still remembered the punch Dan Humphrey threw at him. And with Buffy's super strenght... He'll pass on meeting that particular older sister in person.

When he heard about the cranberry juice he shook his head and looked at Dawn with a mocked disgust on his face.

"You're disgusting," he said, amused with the entire situation.