EVERYBODY! EVERYBODY!

[lucetimods]

Who: Everybody! Everybody!
What: It's a beach! There's fruit! Love in the air! Classy private rooms in the mountains!
When: From sunrise to midnight! (AND IT'S TODAY! FEBRUARY 18th!)
Where: Out on the beach, centered around the teleporter/tunnel exit area. But it feels like July out there! Ain't that just the shit?
Summary: Summary? Why does this need a summary. I said everything up there. And then I'm gonna say even more after this. Why do we need this field? Seriously, anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Rating: KEEP IT CLEAN, KIDS. Take your dirty smut to an appointments post!

Long Ago In A Distant Land, Akai, the fully functional fonbot, unleashed a fairly standard mod post. But a foolish player kept asking questions and come on, do you really need to know that much? Now everyone wants to play out their ships and get into fruit shenanigans and undo to evil that is AKAI.

((No, but seriously guys, look at the mod post, you know what to do. Everything you need is there. Mass log post, remember to tag your characters name here, and do your thing.))

OH YEAH! So like, assume there is stands (or you know, beach-appropriate huts) here and there that are stocked up on bathing suits (and curtains you can change behind), stands with beverages, and snacks. Nobody's really operating them, new stuff just gets Shifted there (BUT ONLY IF YOU'RE NOT WATCHING). The Malnosso are the most considerate bro-ginization ever.

Comments

[herd_effect]

I can check my own pulse, you know. [And he applies two fingers beneath his jaw to do so, though he knows well enough that it's racing, and shakes his head dismissively. He'd better try to get her off whatever train of thought she's on.] I'm fine. Well, provided I'm not about to come down with gastroenteritis.

[fleurdesel]

A second opinion will do you no harm Rett. Please? [She extends a hand, waiting.] I do not think that is the case and I've a theory, but I would like to check your pulse to be certain.

[herd_effect]

[He looks longingly at that hand. Yes, please--and why is he getting such thoughts all of a sudden, anyway? He forces them to the back of his mind, regarding her seriously.]

Then what do you think the case is?

[fleurdesel]

If I might check your pulse, I will tell you. [Adele waits, hand held out.] I will not make a diagnosis without all the facts.

[herd_effect]

Fine. [He gives her his wrist, giving in more easily than he should and inhaling a bit sharply at the contact. Her hand is so warm, and soft, and...]

[fleurdesel]

[Concerned, she runs her fingertips over the point of Willock's pulse, pressing lightly and counting against her own relaxed heartbeat. His pulse was elevated, rapid, along with the wandering eyes, flushed skin, that half gasp from before?]

You are experiencing some form of arousal, yes? That fruit must have had properties akin to an aphrodisiac, I think.

[herd_effect]

Shoot. [The fruit? He has to mentally kick himself. Well of course it's the fruit. He should have realized that sooner, considering that he'd never a thing for Adele before.
Well, at least she's taking a medical perspective on it. And not snarking. He isn't sure he'd be able to take the snarking. He turns even redder with embarrassment as it is.] I knew that wasn't safe to eat. I knew it.

[fleurdesel]

Safe is relative. Since not everyone that's consumed them has rent their clothes from their bodies and begun to copulate on the sand, it makes me wonder if the effects differs based on an unknown variable. [She releases his wrist and drops her hands back to her sides.]

All things considered, you should be well in a bit. You didn't have that much, so it shouldn't last that long.

[herd_effect]

Could depend on the ripeness of the fruit, maybe. Or psychological factors. [Since damn it, he is far too much of a gentleman to even consider doing something that drastic. Though he is going to try and subtly grab Adele's hand again.]

[fleurdesel]

[Adele looks back over the groups and couples huddled on the beach, or walking to huts. Some seemed amorous, some seemed impassioned, others simply friendly, the disparity in data made it difficult to deduce anything in particular. Without any solid details other than 'avoid the fruit' she shrugs, blinking a bit when her hand is in Will's.]

[herd_effect]

[And he's just going to pretend like that didn't happen and watch the beachgoers with her, putting on a fairly convincing thoughtful expression whilst trying to control his feelings.]

...It's probably mostly ripeness. That would make sense from a chemical perspective. Higher concentrations.

[fleurdesel]

So if it is unripe, the effects are not so strong. Overripe and sour and...[She shrugs and quirks a brow at Will, not taking her hand back or making any kind of commentary. He was behaving well and it wasn't an invasion of her space.]

[herd_effect]

Yeah. [He doesn't process much of what she's saying, really. And he manages to get his attention fixed on her again as she speaks, unable to tear it away.] ...You know, you have really pretty eyes.

[fleurdesel]

...and you're not paying attention to a single word I'm saying, are you? Potato cycle. Monster bars. Your mother was a snow blower. Your father smells of elderberries. Never go anywhere without your towel. Willock, I am your father. I'm the best at what I do and what I do isn't very nice. No Dr. Willock I expect you to die. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one. Of all the gin joints in all the world, you had to walk into this one. When you wish upon a star, makes no difference- you are oblivious, aren't you?

...

I. Have not been told that before, no.

[herd_effect]

[Indeed, all she's going to get out of him is a slight cock of the head and a vaguely confused response.] Sorry, what?

[fleurdesel]

....I am darkness, I am the night, I am batman? [She tilts her head to the side as well, wondering if that, the lunacy of it, makes him snap out of it.]

You're not paying attention to the words I am saying. I may as well be speaking French.

[herd_effect]

[He looks at her for a moment longer, then rubs his eyes with his free hand.] Gosh, I can't focus at all. I am so sorry.

[fleurdesel]

It could be much worse than you being distracted Rett. I am not complaining overmuch.

[herd_effect]

Just because my hormones are out of whack doesn't mean I'm going to behave indecently. [But he is going to keep holding her hand. And reach up to brush back a strand of hair by her face. And maybe stay touching that side of her face longer than is warranted.]

[fleurdesel]

You're the very picture of restraint. A perfect gentleman. [This is said without any condescension or sarcasm. If anything it's perfectly sincere, spoken with a soft, warm smile. And. Well. If she lets Will cup her cheek for a moment longer than normal and says nothing, it's not going to hurt anyone.]

[herd_effect]

[Part of him--the emotional, irrational part--takes that compliment and acceptance as an invitation. He steps closer to her without thinking, deciding to just set his hand on her face and keep it there, smiling a little.]

...Thank you.

[fleurdesel]

A compliment from a LeBlanc is not idle flattery Rett, it's fact. [She chuckles and stills as he steps forward, blinking up at him. This was...not entirely unexpected. Still. He wasn't too close. She didn't truly love Tony. No one was being hurt- except perhaps Everett should this go too far.]

[herd_effect]

[That barely registers in his mind. He rubs the side of her face a little, then shuts his eyes, mentally wrestling with his feelings again. He shouldn't. He really shouldn't.

But she's so beautiful and touching her is sending thrills down his spine and he really, really wants to--]

--I'm sorry. [And with that, he's going to quickly lean down and plant a kiss on her cheek. And then step back as though she hit him, or he's expecting her to, hastily making some distance between them.]

[fleurdesel]

[After all that build up Adele was, to be honest, gripping the knife she'd never quite put away tight in one hand, ready for-

...

Well. Anything but that. She's standing, staring over at Willock, utterly bewildered. The cheek. He's drugged on an aphrodisiac and kisses her on the cheek. And apologizes for it.]

There is...nothing to forgive, Will. The French greet each other with such a gesture. So. You are, at worst, a little behind on greeting me.

[herd_effect]

[He has to facepalm at himself all the same. And he finds himself trembling a little, in a way that has far more to do with anxiety than lust. He takes some slow, deep breaths, forcing that familiar reaction back under control--this is a bad enough state for her to see him in. He doesn't want to make it worse.]