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]

Perhaps. There are various treatments and theories, most studies on the matter have proven to be inconclusive. It's all the more frustrating due to the fact that some patients truly do not experience any pain at all, but wish the diagnosis to gain benefits from their employers. They throw all the values off for any data to be useful.

[Adele listens, brow quirked, shaking her head a bit at the syphilis. That is not so difficult to treat in her time, but she has had more than one brush with invasive surgery to deal with lesions and their related infections.] I've yet to have to perform such an operation, but then we've more antibiotics available in my time than you ad in yours.

[herd_effect]

You always have to factor human idiocy into these things. It's truly unfortunate.

Well, I still wouldn't call it common. I had to order a minor operation for a man with genital warts, but that's the only other case that called for penile surgery. ...Well, no. There was the gangrenous priapism patient...

[And he is cringing very obviously now. GOSH, WHY IS HE STILL THINKING ABOUT THIS.]

[fleurdesel]

As much as I know you wish to be distracted Rett, I think it might be best if we cease discussing male genitalia and the inherent diseases that affect them. If only for your own sake.

[herd_effect]

...Yeah. [Maybe it would be better if he tried recalling conditions of the female genitalia instead. He'd seen some pretty horrible cases of vaginitis in his time--those might be nasty enough to help combat his arousal.

Unfortunately, the glance he'd made at Adele somehow managed to wrest his thoughts from memories of whitish, cottage-cheese-like discharge and get him imagining what certain parts of her might look like. He hastily buried his face in his hand again.]

[fleurdesel]

...pondering the various ailments of female genitalia may also be a good subject to avoid. [She is not laughing at him. She's not. She's biting the inside of her cheek and staring resolutely out to the ocean because she. Is. Not. Laughing.]

[herd_effect]

[That had better not be a note of humor in her voice. He won't dare look up, though, and gives a muffled reply.]

...It'd be nice if you could stop looking so attractive.

[fleurdesel]

It is the fruit, Rett, not anything I have done. Though if you wish I will gladly take a knife to my face. Anything for your comfort.

[herd_effect]

[That makes him glance up again, just so he can give her an unamused look.]

You are just so lucky that I cared enough about your safety to subject myself to the fruit first.

[fleurdesel]

Not particularly. Had I tried it first I simply would have left your company, found Tony, and spent the remainder of the evening enjoying it's effects immensely.

[herd_effect]

[Huh? That's a name he hasn't heard before.] Who's Tony?

[fleurdesel]

Tony Stark. Iron Man. [She lifts a shoulder.] My current...boyfriend? Lover? I do not know what to call him.

[herd_effect]

[What kind of a nickname is Iron Man? Sounds rather gangster-like and arrogant to Willock. The image that pops into his head is of some sort of smug, black leather-wearing miscreant, only aged up to his thirties from the teenaged stereotype.]

How long have you two been going together?

[fleurdesel]

A little over a month, now. [She turns to quirk a brow at Will.] Is there a particular reason my lovelife is curious to you?

[herd_effect]

I just...didn't think you were that type.

[As in, a woman that slept with her boyfriends. And had the gall to make insinuations about it. By the standards of 1952, that's rather shocking.

And besides, though he won't admit it to himself, sitting here hot and bothered and thinking of someone guiltlessly fooling around with Adele makes him a teensy bit jealous.]

[fleurdesel]

Ah, right. You are from the fifties in America, yes? Premarital sex is frowned upon. I am from a much later time when it is not such an issue, Rett. There is nothing wrong with it, we are not wed but we do love one another. Is that not enough?

[herd_effect]

I guess so long as you're being safe and responsible about it, I can't be too critical. [Though the idea still doesn't sit well with him.] Do you think you'll get married eventually?

[fleurdesel]

[That forces a laugh from her. She covers her mouth, shoulders shaking. Marry Tony Stark? For all that she loves him, or thinks that she loves him, no. No man should marry a dead woman, and even if she weren't? He was a work of fiction in her world.]

No, Rett. I do not think we will get married. Ever. I've had one husband already, I think that was enough.

[herd_effect]

[He's puzzled by her reaction--why sleep with someone unless you're at least considering marriage? It seems so backwards. Her mention of a former husband turns his expression quickly to one of sympathy, though.]

I'm sorry. Is he...deceased?

[Divorce: another thing uncommon in 1950s America.]

[fleurdesel]

No, then he would be my late husband, rather than my ex husband. I divorced him.

[herd_effect]

Oh. [Well, this conversation is getting even more uncomfortably personal. He looks down, not knowing what to say. He's sure she had her reasons, but why dredge them up?]

[fleurdesel]

A word of advice, should you ever marry Rett: Women do not like it when their husbands gamble them into debt and sleep around on them.

[herd_effect]

[Ah, well, since she volunteered. He'll offer some gentle snark.] He must have been a charming man.

[fleurdesel]

When we were young? I found him charming. This was before I learned he was an idiot. [She huffs a soft, bitter laugh and leans back against he tree trunk.]

[herd_effect]

Well, on the bright side of things, I'm sure you're better at spotting idiots now because of him. ...You shouldn't give up on marriage entirely.

[Which is awfully hypocritical of him to say, because goodness knows his experience with Lena deterred him from looking.]

[fleurdesel]

I would not want to marry anyone here Rett. This is not somewhere you should put down roots. People come and they leave, and when they are gone? They forget everything about this place. This, essentially, never happened. Why would you want to do that to anyone? Permanence, here, is impossible. And should I return home. Well. [Her voice becomes low, resigned, and rough.] I will not have to worry about marriage.