Prescribed Recreation part 3: Chillax'n with a Vengeance

[fleurdesel]

Who: House 44, House 46, House 3, Saori, Steve Rogers, and whoever wanders in
What: Movie night on the beach
When: September 9th, in the evening
Where: The Beach
Summary: After an unfortunate tussle with a Chaos God, work on a farm, a swarm of refugees and stress piled upon stress, sometimes all anyone wants is to sit back and watch classic movies.
Rating: PG for possible adult language
Something that everyone could agree on was this: the past three weeks had been several shades of stressful. What they needed, what they all needed was something mindless and relaxing shared in the company of those they care for in a neutral environment. The beach works well enough, and it's not that far a trip for anyone involved.

Comments

[windandrain]

Do you like the beard? I imagine kissing him would tickle quite a bit!

[fleurdesel]

...I honestly do not know if I would kiss him. Not because I wouldn't wish to do so but he is a part of a chaste order and I would rather respect that as best I'm able and...

[windandrain]

I think you'll kiss him. [She interrupts, raising a hand]

He'll want you to, and chaste monks are such droll individuals.

[fleurdesel]

I...honestly have no idea. I know I would want to- it's been a long while since I was last in a romantic relationship of my own choosing but I am physical demonstrative.

[It wasn't for her, wasn't even for this situation, but what one Harry Blackstone said months ago comes to mind all too easily.

'Your monk is a damn blind fool'.

She could be inclined to agree.]

[windandrain]

He'll want it. I know he will. Don't worry, he'll fall for you. All you have to do is talk to him, Del=chan.

[fleurdesel]

With that vote of confidence and the charm Rei gave me, I don't know why I've anything to worry about.

[windandrain]

Exactly. You are a lovely woman. Hige-san will be lucky to have you.

[fleurdesel]

I hope you don't start calling him that to his face. I don't know what he'll make of it.

[windandrain]

I don't know him. But if he talks to me, I may just.

[fleurdesel]

Please take a photo of his expression whenever you explain to him what it means.

[windandrain]

I shall, when you introduce me to your future lover.

[Cheeeeeeeky]

[fleurdesel]

[Were she drinking anything, Adele would have choked. Instead she sputters and goes pink, blinking over at Saori.

Cheeky indeed.]

I- he. Celibate order. One can have love without having loving be a part of the equation.

[windandrain]

I'd disagree. He'll come around.

[fleurdesel]

You do not know Ben. He is...he is a fifty year old man in a thirty year old's body. He is stuffy and proper. The. The- what was the term? The Fuddiest of Duddies. The wettest of blankets. To be blunt he has a stick so far up his ass I am surprised his breath does not smell of pine.

[windandrain]

Then it may be your job to either remove the stick, or push it upwards and remove it that way.

[She laughs, remembering her conversation with Isaac]

He may even enjoy it.

[fleurdesel]

...I. I can't. You are.

[She rubs her face with a hand, trying not to burn to death in mortification.]

One does not think of Jedi in that way!

[windandrain]

I don't care what a Jedi is. A man is a man. They have desires, unless...parts are removed.

[Oh so insolent]

[fleurdesel]

Jedi have self control, mastery over those desires!

...

Parts. We. We are not seriously discussing Jedi genitals. We're not. We can't be.

[What is her life?]

[windandrain]

So do Yamabushi, but that doesn't stop them. It's unnatural to entirely repress those desires.

[She looks deep into Adele's eyes]

We are. Rutting, dear, is perfectly normal. If he can't understand that then he needs serious help. It may help him to remove the stick.

[fleurdesel]

It's. I'm aware. I'm French and a physician, sex is just one other bodily process but discussing that in the context of Jedi just feels. Wrong.

[Ben. Rutting. Jedi Genitals. Her mind starts to wander and she sighs, massaging the bridge of her nose. Bad mind. Bad, bad mind.]

...

I'd managed to avoid looking at him in such a light until now. Thank you for shattering this for me.

[windandrain]

You've had thoughts of him, have you not? Surely it isn't as earth-shattering as all that.

[fleurdesel]

Platonic and chaste thoughts.















Until now.

[windandrain]

Uh oh...giggle


Don't tell me you don't want that, though. The warmth of his beard. All that hair.

[She is so incredibly wicked!]

[fleurdesel]

...that sounds like a line out of a poorly written romance novel.

[She scrubs her face with a hand and looks out, eyes catching Ben's figure in the distance.




It was a very nice figure-

No. No. None of that. No.]

You are terrible. you are bad and should feel bad for it.

[windandrain]

Should I? You asked me for thoughts regarding your paramour. No, its you who are the naughty one, not I. I'm just an innocent lotus blossom.