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

[fleurdesel]

When a LeBlanc compliments someone- etc, etc, etc. You've heard me say it and every other 'When a LeBlanc' quote there is for me to say at least fifteen times. As Americans say, 'You know the drill.'

[relictusdeus]

[He contemplates the unfamiliar expression for a moment.]

What have drills to do with it? ...Well, no matter. I suppose every culture has its share of foolish expressions.

[He absently toys with a longer strand of hair that reaches past his collarbone, his eyelids lowering.]

'twould seem there is a fondness for the more vulgar, where I am from. Oh, to think of the things a man might say and how he will then turn and kiss his dear mother with the very same, foul mouth!

[fleurdesel]

Vulgarity is universal. No matter the age, the country, the setting, someone will always speak with slurs and profanities. It makes life more interesting, especially when you can turn it back upon them without speaking a single vulgar word yourself.

[relictusdeus]

And do you often have this satisfaction...?

[fleurdesel]

My ex husband was one of those foolish and vulgar men. I am well practiced in this, devil.

[relictusdeus]

Touched a raw nerve, have I? [He asks pleasantly, not so much mocking in tone as he is mildly curious.]

[fleurdesel]

Not intentionally. It's been years, I should not dwell on it so. [She lifts a shoulder and looks back out to the shore.]

[relictusdeus]

[Oh lord, does he know a fair bit about dwelling on past hurt. He snorts in place of words, his contempt not directed towards her so much as someone else.] ...

[fleurdesel]

Had I something to drink I'd say we should toast terrible love lives, mm?

[relictusdeus]

'twould have been too bitter to drink, anyway.

[fleurdesel]

Some beverages are better off bitter. Coffee, for one. Tea for another. There was a red wine I had once that was perfectly bitter.

[relictusdeus]

[WAT. He gives her a look, settling back into humour. A comfortable place.] I did not take you for one whom enjoys the taste of spoiled wine.

[fleurdesel]

It wasn't spoiled, just bitter. Something about the wood used for the casks while it aged, but it was...a refreshing change from every other cloyingly sweet wine they had on hand.

[relictusdeus]

When we next share a glass of wine, I shall remember to pour a touch of vinegar in yours so that it may be more... fitting... to your taste.

[fleurdesel]

There is a difference between bitter wine and soiled wine devil, and as A Frenchwoman I would protest such abuse of the vine.

[relictusdeus]

You would best be drinking it anyway; it is all you will receive, ungrateful wench.

[As if they're actually sharing drinks right now.]

[fleurdesel]

Tainted wine is just as bad as poisoned wine Devil, and I know you would not poison me. Who else would admire your vicious quippery?

[relictusdeus]

[Touche. He considers the question for a moment.]

Five minutes in the dungeon, and I could make one laugh at anything I say, if I willed it. ...Granted, it would not be the same.

[fleurdesel]

You would miss that much, if nothing else, in time. There is no one else in the village that will be as frank with you as I, devil.

[relictusdeus]

[He silently concedes, smirking.]

[fleurdesel]

[Warm, lazy, and a little tired from all the emotional whiplash of this week Adele stretches out against the tree, leaning back into it for perhaps a quick doze.] remember to take care should you go through with the piercings, devil. You would not want to get yourself infected.

[relictusdeus]

[Straightening from the tree, he focuses his will and generates a glowing portal that opens before his feet.] Oh, ye of little faith~.

[He steps into the magic circle, the light playing his face.]

[fleurdesel]

One moment, devil? [A little longer than a moment, but she does manage to write out a fairly long letter, just a reminder for her friend, her sarcastic little devil, that not all was terrible. She folds the letter and inscribes his name on it, Isaac, and hands it over.] Should I ever not be available when you need to hear these things.

[relictusdeus]

What are you doing? [His tone is almost critical.

She is... writing him a letter? Puzzled, inquisitive, and genuinely surprised, the devil forgemaster actually waits patiently, pretending to be annoyed with her for taking as much time as she does.

He glances down at the folded note then placed into his hand, gingerly lifting a flap of it with his index finger. He does not catch more than a glimpse of a few words out of context, however. His eyes lift to her face.]

Are you so sure I will~?

[Amused skepticism on the surface, always. He keeps the letter, in the end.

The portal glows more brightly, the light beginning to swallow him. But before he fades away, smiling...]

'til next we meet.