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TDM #4



ARRIVAL

It happens in an instant. A heavy weight in your gut, a trembling of your limbs, the world spins and you barely have time to register that you're falling before you lose consciousness. And when you awaken, it's not where you were last. Dark, unadorned oak walls surround you in a tiny room, the only furniture the bed you are currently resting upon, and the bedside table with a folded piece of parchment resting atop it that simply reads:

“The Tavernkeeper is awaiting your arrival downstairs.”

As you exit you find others like yourself emerging from the surrounding rooms. You are indeed in a tavern, but there is no hustle and bustle one might think to hear in such a place. The only person down on the main floor is a humanoid figure wiping down the bar, who smiles when they see you. They're familiar, but not, and you can't quite place their face. For some reason, however, their presence is comforting and warm.

“Welcome, Visitor. I'm sure you have a lot of questions.

And you most certainly do.

Due to popular demand, the starter tavern and the drinks provided are available to in game characters via a portal accessible only to those with a faction gem.

DRINK MENU
WINTER'S WHISPER A fragrant spiced tea that calms the nerves and inspires the drinker to share their hopes and dreams.

JINGLE BELL A crisp, bright drink...that makes jingling bell sounds as you walk. There are no bells, and yet you jingle.

S(LAY) RIDE This drink has an earthy, woody taste. Almost as woody as the tavern floor it forces you to lie down upon. You cannot get up unless someone else helps you.

MISTLETOE MEAD Made with honey from enchanted bee hives and a touch of mistletoe leaves. Time to find a smoochin' partner!

HOLLY JOLLY SPICE A bold and fiery blend of rum, cinnamon, and cloves with a secret twist—just a dash of enchanted holly berry syrup that makes your cheeks flush with warmth and your laughter contagious. One sip, and you're the life of the party, even if you're by yourself.

CANDY CANE CRUSH A festive burst of minty sweetness with a cool, refreshing sensation that tingles the tongue. The drinker’s mood subtly shifts the color of their surroundings, briefly changing the hues of objects or lights in the room to match their feelings.

GINGERBREAD MAN A thick drink that tastes exactly like a gingerbread cookie. However, candy and other delicious accents start appearing on you as if YOU were the cookie. Is that icing on your nose? Candied cherries in your hair? Gumdrop buttons? But on the bright side, free candy!

CHOOSE YOUR DESTINY

As the effects of your drink wear off, the Tavernkeeper speaks once more:

”It is time, my friends, for you to find your new homes.”


You are compelled to walk through the only door leading out of the tavern, finding yourself not outside, but in a deep black, seemingly endless room with five portals arranged in a circle. As the last of you leave and the door closes behind you, gone when you look back again and replaced with nothing but that black void, three of the portals illuminate:

The first portal is surrounded by an almost blinding light, prismatic rainbows shining brightly in the dewy air outside of the tavern. A soft breeze may gently caress you, pulling you toward it. The portal seems to lead to a city in the clouds, airships and winged beings of all sorts soaring through the skies. Of the little bits of visible land, much of it boasts giant waterfalls that look like clouds melting into the land below. The portal calls to those who crave independence and freedom; and especially to anyone that wishes to find the strong bond of a family not forged in blood.

The second portal is encircled by a fairy ring of spotted white capped mushrooms, the faint scent of damp stone and rich earth wafting from within the faint green glow. Peering inside, one can see a sprawling harbor city of gray hewn stone, a melting pot of humanoid beings going about their day, and beyond, rolling green farmland and cottages clustered in small villages. This portal is destined for those who crave stability and solid ground beneath their feet. A simple life, an adventurous one, and everything in between can be found within.

The last portal is adorned with shells and seaweed, the glow of blue around it catching on droplets cascading down the circular opening. Beyond it you see a city housed inside a massive bubble deep under the ocean, spiraling towers encrusted with coral, and a variety of different creatures mingling about the streets. Outside of that bubble, merfolk swim, a massive squid engulfs the view from the portal as it smoothly glides through the water, and schools of fish disperse as it passes. A sanctuary in the sea that calls to those with a hunger for knowledge and a desire to aid those in need. Or perhaps it is the mystery that beckons you - the lure of the unknown in the depths that bids you explore it.
Upon following the pull of the breeze through the first portal, you are thrust into the beauty of a lively city that goes by the name of Heaven's Bow. Much of this main city feels exactly as you would expect on a city below, but there are clouds surrounding every direction you look. The walls of buildings are made with light-colored limestone, and buildings are generally built up to heights made even more grandiose by their position in the sky.

The Skyfall Docks are the first thing you notice, boasting hundreds of airships sailing in and out across the clouds with shouts that accompany a typical port city. Just outside is a fantastic market with goods not only from the other regions of Caldera, but from what some shopkeepers claim are other worlds--items sold or left behind by Visitors. Almost anything can be found in the markets if one is willing to look hard enough. Transport to other locations throughout the sky and even to the land or sea can be found here.

If the docks are too lively for you, you may instead find yourself roaming the underbelly of Heaven's Bow and finding brothels and gambling parlors filled with the promise of pleasure and fortune. The guild house for the Sylphs can be found here as well, giving out quests and training to prospective adventurers and guards alike--though none of them seem concerned with the illicit activities that surround them. Perhaps the freedom the Sylphs boast of extends to what others may deem an undesirable activity.

But most curious of all, you find a shimmering opal gemstone in your hand. When placed anywhere on the body, it will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.


If it was the second portal that called to you, you will find yourself in the busy city of Grey Ward, with its cobblestone streets and sturdy grey stone buildings. You are in the heart of the city, the Glass Market, so named for the colorful stained glass windows of the surrounding buildings. The scent of cooking food and the sound of barkers fills the air; watchful guards keep an eye out for pickpockets and thieves, and citizens go about their day. From here, one can investigate the rest of the city: the Sundown Docks, where both sea and sky faring skips transport people and goods. The Soot Spire, home of inventors and engineers. The Hearthstill, the main residential area. The Downs, a smaller residential area for those with less means.

Outside the city walls, one can explore acres of farmlands to the east and west, or follow Terra’s Pass to the less settled areas, but take care. Past the Skyward Range, out in the smaller burrows and villages, the influence of the city guard diminishes quickly, and you’ll have to keep your wits about you. Bandits along the road are always a risk, and the wildlife are less controlled by regimented hunting.

In your hand is a gemstone, a brilliantly green emerald that, when placed anywhere on the body, will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.



If the last portal beckoned you through it, you find yourself within that bubble covered city beneath the sea, the city of Salt Spire. Your ears pop with the change in pressure, and the smell of the salty sea fills your nostrils. All around you buildings made of dark stone encrusted with coral and seagrass tower high above your head, the backdrop outside the dome a deep blue, seemingly endless sea filled with fish and merfolk and all other manner of creature swimming through the water. You stand in the heart of it all, surrounded by people with gils on their necks and scales upon their vibrantly colored skin, all of whom seem intrigued by your arrival. You have many options of where to visit in the city under the sea, but where oh where will you go first?

The Salt Spire Library is right before you, an impossibly large building housing thousands upon thousands of books of all genres. Fiction, non-fiction, romance and mystery and all between. You may even find books from your world and others! Oddly enough though, no Calderan history books are to be found, and if you ask for them, the librarians and locals all choose to ignore your questions.

If scholarly pursuits aren't to your interest currently, perhaps a trip to Bluetide Market would be more your style? The marketplace is host to every manner of shop one might ever need: artisans of all varieties, apothecaries and healers in the Shimmer Quarter, the most in fashion undersea clothing shops, food stalls, and all between can be found in Bluetide. There are also the Tideshore and Fogbottom docks on either end of the city. The former allows transport to the surface via large, magical bubbles for those that cannot hold their breath or make the swim themselves yet. The latter allows people to venture further into the sea. Those without their underwater abilities are offered rebreathers for travel that last for four hours before needing to be replaced.

In your hand is a gemstone, a shining sapphire that, when placed anywhere on the body, will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.



Visitors in all starter cities are offered a standard home with basic necessities provided (your choice in design, etc.) that can house 1-4 people if they so choose. Home upgrades can be purchased via rewards.

FANNING THE FLAMES
The renewed seething of the lava flows brought on by the tempestuous events deep below the sea seem to have been dealt with, though city guards have been stationed around the crater and are barring anyone from approaching to investigate any further than the outskirts. Interestingly, not only does the crater seem calm, it appears to be changing. Any remaining lava flow is being directed as if by unseen hands, and when the light catches just right, the barest hint of a shimmer can be detected surrounding the glowing rivers. New rock formations take shape as the days pass, though one never can catch the presence of a mason working on the structures. It's as if something intangible or invisible is repairing what was broken, turning what was previously chaos and ruin into order and life.
SEASON OF LIGHT
The world remains unsettled, still bearing the scars of the trials endured just a month prior, not to mention the oddities happening with the volcanic crater and the ominous shadows creeping in from the sea continue to haunt the collective psyche, leaving both locals and visitors on constant edge, fearful of a sudden, unprovoked assault. Despite these lingering anxieties, the leaders have publicly reassured all that calm has been restored. They claim that the worst is behind them and that every measure is being taken to prevent such devastating magics from ever threatening Salt Spire again. The protective bubble holds, new Undine are being ushered into their roles, and the world, it is said, is slowly healing. Or so they claim.

Whether or not the assurances of the leaders ring entirely true, life, as it often does, presses on. The people of Caldera have once again immersed themselves in the comforting bustle of distraction, turning their attention to the imminent Season of Lights celebrations. This holiday, it seems, bears a striking resemblance to the festive cheer of Christmas (and a mix of new years), with gifts exchanged in abundance and decorations of shimmering silver and radiant blue casting their glow across the sky, sea, and land in harmonious splendor.

One of the seasons's highlights is the grand Feast of the Sky, a night when the people gather beneath a star-filled canopy to exchange gifts—ornate trinkets, hand-crafted items, and tokens of affection that carry deep personal meaning. In the days leading up to the feast, a tradition of "Lightwalking" emerges, where families and friends embark on midnight strolls through streets aglow with lanterns, singing carols and sharing stories of hope and renewal. Sea-going vessels, too, partake in the festivities, their sails and riggings festooned with glowing orbs that drift like stars across the waters.

The Season of Lights is, above all, a celebration of resilience, a time when the people of Caldera set aside their worries, if only for a little while, to bask in the glow of community, generosity, and the promise of brighter days ahead thanks to the Visitor's arrival...
THE GRAND MASQUERADE
Another highlight of the season is the Grand Masquerade that unfolds high above the world in Heaven’s Bow, the floating city where the wind dances in the sky and the stars seem close enough to touch. The event is more than just a celebration of the Season of Lights—it’s a gathering of hope, a last-ditch effort to save Caldera from its slow unraveling. Here, among the clouds and the wind, the people of Caldera and the mysterious Visitors from other worlds come together in a shimmering, ethereal celebration, their faces hidden behind elaborate masks and appropriately fancy dress provided when one steps through the threshold of the castle gates.

The palace at the heart of Heaven’s Bow is a breathtaking sight, its walls adorned with silver and blue decorations that catch the light from thousands of lanterns floating in mid-air. The atmosphere is both jubilant and tense, a world on the brink of collapse holding its breath in the hopes that this fleeting night will offer a glimmer of salvation. The sky above is painted with the colors of dusk and dawn, swirling in a palette of purples, blues, and silvers.

Sylphs—the free-spirited, airborn people of the Sky—flutter about, their wings glinting in the light, performing acrobatic feats in the air, their laughter and music mingling with the sounds of the celebration. Guests, their masks intricate and stunning, move among the crowd, exchanging pleasantries and stories, some joining in the dances while others linger near the grand tables, laden with food and drink from every corner of Caldera and beyond.

As the night unfolds, the guests find themselves drawn into different corners of the event—each space offering the Visitors a chance to prove themselves worthy of the leaders’ favor. There is no shortage of opportunities to learn, grow, and, perhaps, change the course of this dying world.
THE SKY'S ASCENSION



At one end of the palace's terrace, a floating platform hovers above the clouds, surrounded by shifting air currents. Sylphs glide effortlessly through the space, their wings leaving trails of light as they move to the lively music, which seems written by the wind itself.

Aella, Admiral of the Slyph, stands at the center of the platform, her cloak of shimmering feathers rippling in the breeze. She surveys the crowd, inviting those brave enough to take part in her challenge. Before them, a maze of floating platforms stretches out, some wide and stable, others narrow and swaying in the wind. The task is simple: leap from one platform to the next, navigating the shifting air and ever-changing obstacles.

The platforms move unpredictably, some rising higher, others sinking, and a few disappearing entirely. Guests must time their jumps perfectly, balancing agility with timing as they avoid falling into the clouds below.

Those who succeed will earn Aella’s favor (in the form of 100 Bones and a single white feather). And those who falter will simply reappear the start of the challenge to begin anew or give up with no repercussions for the latter save perhaps a bit of embarrassment.
THE SEA'S SECRETS
On the other side of the terrace, a serene water garden unfolds, its shimmering pools reflecting the stars above. Water flows in delicate, endless cascades, filling the air with a soft, soothing melody that mingles with the distant sound of waves. The Undines, graceful and serene beings of the Sea, glide effortlessly through the space, their robes flowing like gentle currents, their movements as fluid as the water itself.

Cordelia, Queen of the Sea, stands quietly on a raised platform at the edge of the garden, her presence calm and powerful. Her eyes, deep and unfathomable, seem to reflect the vastness of the ocean, and though she watches the guests, she does not engage with them. Her stillness holds an air of mystery, as if she is both present and yet unreachable.

The Undines move silently through the garden, offering peaceful company to those who wander nearby. The garden is a place of contemplation, where guests can simply pause and connect with the tranquil beauty of the water—its soothing flow, its quiet depths, and its promise of renewal. There are no tests or challenges here, only the peace of the Sea to calm the mind and soul.

Those who linger may feel the weight of ancient knowledge in the air, a silent understanding of the oceans' mysteries and the healing power of water. In this place, the answers are not spoken, but felt—a quiet reminder that some of the world’s deepest truths are best discovered in moments of stillness.

As the evening fades, those who have found solace in the garden’s stillness will discover, tucked gently in their palm, a lustrous pearl. Unlike any found on the shores, this pearl is soft and warm, its surface shimmering with an inner light. It is a symbol of the wisdom that comes from quiet reflection—the knowledge that some things, like the depth of the sea, cannot be rushed.
THE LAND'S EMBRACE



In the heart of the palace gardens, beneath a canopy of flowering trees, the Dryads drift gracefully among the guests, their earthy skin glowing with life and their eyes bright with the vitality of nature. The air is thick with the scent of blooming roses and jasmine, while the ground beneath the guests' feet pulses with a quiet energy, inviting them to pause and feel the garden’s magic.

Terra, the Lady of the Land, stands at the center, her form adorned in living vines and blossoms, moving as if the garden itself flows through her. Her presence is both nurturing and fierce, a silent invitation to those seeking connection—to the land, to love, and to one another.

Guests are drawn to the tranquil beauty of the garden, stealing soft moments with their partners among the flowers. Lovers exchange quiet glances, touch petals with gentle fingers, and share unspoken promises beneath the soft glow of lanterns. The garden hums with romance, as if the earth itself is blessing these tender moments, offering the quiet assurance that love—like the land—can grow in the most unexpected places.

As the night draws to a close, Terra’s gentle power is felt in the air, and for those who have taken the time to connect with the garden’s beauty, a soft gift of nature is bestowed. A flower—unique and radiant—appears in their hand, a token of love and growth, a reminder that even the briefest moments can take root and blossom into something everlasting.
QUESTBOARD [NEW QUESTS ADDED]

Settled in? Good. It's time to make your way to the Questboard located in every city in numerous, easy to access locations. That is, if you want to make any kind of impact on the world or just get some Bones for anything you might wish to purchase. Visitors are given a very small stipend in which to survive every month, but all it does is keep you fed and housed. These quests will assure you greater wealth, and they're the main reason you're here: each finished quest helps the Calderans fix their shattering world.

Quests can be accepted at the questboard via magically signed parchment upon the board. Just sign your name to accept and the paper will be whisked away... somewhere. You're not actually sure. Probably nothing to concern yourself with.

Once quests are completed, earned Bones will be dropped off at the character's residence by Bonita, the mysterious artisan who has supposedly handcrafted every Bone circulating in Caldera. Please do not speak to her, she startles easily.
OOC NOTES
Welcome to Caldera's fourth TDM! All characters awaken in a strange tavern with nothing save the clothes on their backs, all of their powers stripped, and a piece of parchment directing them downstairs to the Tavernkeeper. There is a thread of all questions answered by the Tavernkeeper here, and if you have more, feel free to ask there for what would be offered ICly.

For OOC questions, please direct themhere.

All locations are available to be explored!

The TDM is game canon and all completed quests can be carried over once accepted into the game.

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[personal profile] thecodexabides 2024-12-26 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
It is probably not all emptiness. [If the Void is like the void of the Warp, especially, it is not empty. It is filled with malign energies waiting to tear open the rift and extend their malignant power.] It would be better for us all if it was.

So your Eru has a plan but no one can divine what it is or when it would be made manifest? [That sounds terrible. Trust Gadriel, you want to live in a world where it is very clear what's going on.] How do you tell ally from enemy, then?

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[personal profile] holdshisown 2024-12-26 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Likely not. We do believe that is were Ungolianth came from, but we can't know for sure. [And that had always been a somewhat terrifying possibility. Because that meant there might be more like her out there.] I can certainly agree to that. If I never have to be in the precsence of anything like her again I'll count myself lucky.

Not even the Valar can. Or if they do they have not spoken to us about it... which considering how they can be is not an impossible scenario. [He's not too bothered by it, however.] Fairly easily. When Morgoth rode in on that Void spawned horror, killed the Two Tree's as well as my grandfather and ran off with my fathers Silmarils as well as all other treasures of our house he made it pretty clear that he and his were no friends of ours. Not that we trusted him before, mind you. [He says with a sour look on his face.] That was the Valar's mistake not mine.
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[personal profile] thecodexabides 2024-12-26 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
If there was only your Eru and the Void, it seems the list of likely places for that...thing to originate is fairly narrow. [Wherever this other was from, their names were unwieldy and awkward, like some ancient tongue, and not good simple High Gothic. ]

[Suspicion is always good, in Gadriel's mind. To be suspicious is merely to ward oneself against the touch of the Archenemy.] These [He's going to try it and probably butcher it, but he's an Astartes so A for effort.] silmarills are holy relics? Have you retrieved them?
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[personal profile] holdshisown 2024-12-26 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. The trouble is we do not know how old she is. Did she originate in the Void? Or was she simply a Maia that strayed to deeply into it and were somehow twisted by it? These are questions we have no awnsers to. [Quenya and Sindarin are both intricate languages. Beautiful, but hard for outsiders to master without years of study.]

My father trapped some of the light of the Two Tree's within them. Other than the sun and the moon they are the last remnants of that holy light. [Then, with a grim look upon his face he continues.] I died with one clutched in my hand. Consigning myself and it to the fires of the earth that none may take it again. The second my brother had... what he chose to do with it I know not. The third... and last is a star upon the heavens now. Carried by the father of my foster-sons. And so I hold my Oath fullfilled for they are once again in the keeping of my family in one way or another.
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[personal profile] lightundying 2024-12-26 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
He grins, lazy and satisfied. "They certainly did not come from me."

Dion leans in to press a chaste kiss to Joshua's lips, then slowly begins to ease up. His fingers drift along the underside of his legs.

"Do you think you could stand, or shall I lay you in bed?"
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[personal profile] featheredflames 2024-12-26 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Lay me in bed."

As much as he's sure he probably could stand, his legs would surely be wobbly. If Dion is going to offer a choice, he's going to be indulgent and pick the latter.
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[personal profile] theydrewfirstblood 2024-12-26 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"There--see? You're great at this."

John says it with a pleased chuckle as she starts to move in sync with him--and unwittingly, a similar thought flits through his head of moving in combat with his buddies. Two cogs in a machine, the bow and arrow working as one...

Gradually, his hands find their way back into hers as they keep moving. He guides one of hers to his shoulder, then sets his on her waist.

"...and just like that? You're dancing."
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[personal profile] lightundying 2024-12-26 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Dion huffs amusement to Joshua's quick response, but moves to oblige. He shifts and places Joshua's arms about his neck, then reaches to wriggle one of his own between him and the wall. When finally he feels Joshua's weight is secure against him, Dion moves back a step, then turns once they have cleared the bedside stand. It is a touch awkward and strange to do so when they are still intimately connected, but he manages to spill them sideways onto Joshua's bed with a soft grunt and slips free of him then.

He shudders as the cold air makes itself known, and takes a moment to breathe against Joshua's chest.

"All right?"
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[personal profile] theydrewfirstblood 2024-12-26 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
John's become aware enough to not...be uncomfortable with it, in the open. Not really--not if the other guy isn't gonna get hurt. Truthfully, he doesn't really care what happens to him in particular at this point, not when he's spent his whole fucking life just surviving.

Now, he could--he can actually just have that little piece of himself he's always had to hide.

He shifts, hesitates, then reaches up to just barely touch the edge of Finnick's jaw with gentle, callused fingers as his eyes rove over his face. For the first time in his life, he lets himself look at a man he wants to kiss...that he's going to kiss. Who seems to want it, to kiss him.

"Not worried. Just don't wanna disappoint." he admits softly. He hesitates again, then starts to lean in slowly--give Finnick a chance to change his mind, time to back away.

And if he doesn't, John shuts his eyes, and with a sigh, he presses his lips to Finnick's for a soft first kiss that's been a long time coming for him.
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[personal profile] featheredflames 2024-12-26 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Tumbled onto the bed, Joshua groans when he feels Dion pull out of him, leaving him feel empty. He grips and holds onto him, wishing that he was still full.

"Yes...although I lament we've been parted." But that's just how it was. It wasn't as if Dion could be inside of him indefinitely. "I love having you inside of me."
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[personal profile] lightundying 2024-12-26 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
He chuckles and remains where he is at Joshua's insistence. It is little trouble really, considering how warm the man is.

"How sweet," he says, charmed. "But doubtless, you will have your fill of me again on the morrow."
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[personal profile] likeiron 2024-12-27 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
Nina nodded and moved forward, careful to keep an eye out for anything strange beyond the obvious. The music made he anxious — and she wondered if they'd end up dancing, too, if they listened too long. Maybe Visitors were immune or something though. Who really knew.

"Do you feel weird at all?"
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[personal profile] internationalrelations 2024-12-27 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
He'd find out soon enough, once Alex figured out how to turn in his quest-gotten bones for someone else's pet dog. It was fine. He'd figure it out, because it was important.

For now though, he was warm and comfortable sprawled half beside, half tangled with Henry, and it was somehow even more enjoyable than he'd imagined -- and he'd imagined it pretty damn enjoyable.

His eyes lit up in amusement as he was accused of beleaguering and horrifying. That was giving him so much power. And charming on top of that? His ego would swell to impossible heights now. What had Henry done? Alex laughed before schooling his expression into as serious look as he could manage. "Free of charge, even. I am here to serve, your majesty."

And even if Henry was wise enough to wait for a boozier moment, Alex wasn't. The words he spoke next were more earnest. "I honestly don't know what I'd do without you here. It's weird as hell, but it's not so bad, given the company."
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[personal profile] lordfuckleroy 2024-12-27 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
Well this wasn't precisely a love-confession; gods Henry did not know what he would do in the case of a love confession. Instead he considered the honest words and then he shared a little bit of his own, at least where thoughts were concerned. "I would be so much more lost here without you, so yes-- I am glad you are here; despite the lack of my dog-- you are good too."

Wow, Alex had been likened to the dog among all dogs, David.

High praise indeed. A great many people could aspire to being compared to dogs, there were worse comparisons, considering that dogs were everything that was good about the world.. really.
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[personal profile] internationalrelations 2024-12-27 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
Feelings were more complicated when one was as dumbass, so Alex had a ways before those were spilling out of him -- though they were already entirely inevitable. Maybe they'd been inevitable since that unfortunate moment at the climate conference. Or since the cake incident. Or when they were tangled up in a pile of limbs in the maintenance closet.

Either way, here he was being very favorably compared with a dog, and yeah, he'd take that as the highest of compliments.

It was his turn to snort. "Dear Diary, today Henry said I was good just like a dog. It's the nicest thing he has ever said to me. I think we've peaked."
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[personal profile] lordfuckleroy 2024-12-27 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
The next thing that Henry did was grab the pillow from where it was on the other side of it and then he started to pummel Alex with it's fluffiness. This was meant of course in a manner most affectionately but maybe one could consider it as:

Pillow Fight [Derogatory].

"I will give you 'peaked'." the Prince said, repeatedly thwapping because he could not stop, mot until he got the point across. Resounding thuds filled the room, "Someone call the ambulance because there's about to be an accident."
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[personal profile] internationalrelations 2024-12-27 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Alex was not expecting to be attacked out of nowhere. He squawked -- an utterly undignified sound -- before trying to both block Henry and snatch away the pillow from the prince.

"Hey! Don't let your mouth write checks your ass can't cash, you dick!"

He was laughing in between trying to dodge the pillow blows, finally grabbing the other pillow on the bed and counter-attacking. Here they were the First Son of the United States and the Prince of England having an all-out naked pillow fight. There were corners of the internet back home that would have exploded into fireworks and confetti at the very idea.
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[personal profile] lordfuckleroy 2024-12-27 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
So that squawk was one of the most hilarious things that Henry had ever heard come out of the FSOTUS, and he let out a rather undignified snort in respond, the same one that Henry had given him hell for. "It appears that you have become the Thanksgiving Turkey, should I pardon you now? Is it anything like knighting?"

He imagined knighting a turkey, but well that would be Alex-- wouldn't it?

"Oh, should my ass write you out a cashier's cheque?" he said this with a smirk while he held up his forearm to attempt to parry the rather insistant assault on him. And with nary a body guard detail around, he could be beat down upon without any alarms being raised up; he rather liked.

"Should I make this checque out to 'Alex's Prick'?"
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[personal profile] thecodexabides 2024-12-27 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Time and age lose meaning within the Warp. [It was a known issue--one could end up years before or after entering the Warp and no way to predict it. Even navigators struggle. ] Originated or marred by it become the same thing.

...this sounds like sorcery. [Oh no. Sorcery BAD. ]
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[personal profile] internationalrelations 2024-12-27 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay that's it, it's Revolutionary War, Part Dos. Two fast Two Furious." Another swing of his pillow at Henry. Compared to a turkey! The audacity of this royal pain in the ass. ...Alex was in so much fucking trouble, the falling for Henry was going to be head over heels and last forever.

Alex swallowed back another laugh, trying to glare in between pillow parrying. "Make sure you make it out correctly. Its full government name is 'Pequeño Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz, La Polla Imparable.'" Totally reasonable thing to refer to his prick as right? Right.

But right about now, Alex changed tactics, lobbing the pillow directly at Henry's face while he simultaneously ducked low and moved to tackle the prince back to the bed.
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[personal profile] odare 2024-12-27 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
"You won't," Finnick promises, and it's a firm promise. There is little John could do to disappoint him, aside from walking away here and now, but even that would be quickly forgiven.

He still meets John's gaze with his blue eyes, and as the other leans in, Finnick mirrors him, moving closer with the same slow and gentle movement. He allows their lips to meet, closing his eyes and breathing into the kiss as it lingers. After a few long moments, Finnick breaks it and kisses him again, slightly more firmly. One hand still holds John's, but the other lifts to his cheek, thumb brushing lightly against his cheekbone.

It feels special, and though Finnick has so much experience that he tends to forget how much a first time can mean, he honours it now. He feels honoured, that John chose to share this particular first time with him.

Once that kiss breaks in turn, he stays close, breathing the same air, opening his eyes again to look for John's reaction.
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[personal profile] lordfuckleroy 2024-12-27 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Henry went, and he was laughing.

It was a free sound, the way that he enunciated it and with his eyes dancing and sparkling playfully, and then he hooked his hands around those shoulders and dragged Alex with him, thereby keeping him their firmly ensconced.

"So your prick's name is almost as long as mine." and then he coughed a little bit, perhaps his voice cracked a little bit as he attempted not to laugh. "Not my penis, I would dare not name it, perhaps I will just call it anonymous?" he did not just suggest it, with those devilish eyes sparkling.
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[personal profile] internationalrelations 2024-12-27 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
Alex could get drunk on the sound of Henry's laughter. It was more intoxicating than any liquor he'd ever had. He also did not fight being dragged with him, the two of them tumbling back to the mattress in a pile of limbs and laughter.

"Anonymous? Seriously? My first dick and you want to call it anonymous? Unacceptable. Can't we at least give it a cool title? Its Royal Hardness? The Prince's Scepter? Big Ben? Fuckingham Palace?"

Someone really ought to forbid him from ever speaking again.
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[personal profile] theydrewfirstblood 2024-12-27 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
…oh.

It’s…not so different from kissing a woman. Soft lips, warm and welcoming, breath gentle when they break apart…

But the barely there prickle of stubble is new. The hand that lifts to touch his cheek is bigger, rougher, and those new things are oddly thrilling.

That Finnick steals another one before drawing back—male, female, it doesn’t matter. That small, firm stolen touch is just sweet and hot at the same time.

John’s eyes stay closed for a long moment when they part, and when they open they’re soft with a heat and delight that seep into the smile that curls his crooked mouth.

“…can I kiss you again?”
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[personal profile] coldsong 2024-12-27 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
He perks a little, watching and listening to her. "I don't know that one, but you do seem adept. Perhaps you can teach it?"

The green around him seems to be warming into a sunny gold. He shrugs dismissively at her insistence she's not special. "Honestly, I think that's subjective. Special is as special does. Either you looked useful to them or they're grabbing indiscriminately across worlds, but I don't think it's the latter. They have yet to pick up anyone immediately violent or destructive."