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

[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.

[fleurdesel]

Then I am a horrible woman and how you stand my company without suffering your innocence being tarnished I shall never know.

[windandrain]

Truth be told I enjoy learning such...amusing things. And teasing you.

[fleurdesel]

You did say you would return the favor. But this seems a bit mild for recompense.

[windandrain]

Did I? Oh, this is naught but the beginning my dear, sweet friend.

[A wicked gleam appears in her eye, promising oh so much more]

[fleurdesel]

...I do not trust that smile.

[Were she sane she'd inch away. If the events of the past few months were to be believed, however, Adele wasn't often sane.]

What must I offer to spare myself further mischief?

[windandrain]

There's nothing you can do. You brought this on yourself, you know.

[fleurdesel]

I will suffer my due in silence, then.

...

I didn't think you would continue to play along quite so well.

[windandrain]

I meant every word.

[fleurdesel]

As did I, Tempête. As did I. As a LeBlanc my word, once given, is kept. And I've every intention of keeping it.

[windandrain]

Then shoo, go talk to your bearded love.

[fleurdesel]

What was it you called him again?

[windandrain]

Hige-san.

[fleurdesel]

Hige-san. [She nods to herself with a soft snort of laughter and reaches out to squeeze Saori's hand. Another soft smile, and she releases it, walking back down to assist Luke with whatever was left before the movie began.]