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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] goethbeforethefall 2024-12-27 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
It goes on for quite some time.

At first, Solas resolved himself to simply ignoring it. And then, as time passed, and the argument only seemed to revolve, neither accelerating towards any kind of conclusion, nor indeed showing signs of ending in a fizzle. He sighs, only once, and quietly. Well, then. He'll just have to do it himself.

"If I may," He interrupts, turning to join the argument even without approaching, "You will find it much more prudent simply to give him what he wants."

The Vendor is a squat, hirsuit man with a round, ruddy face, weathered from long years standing over griddles, cookfires, and frying vats. He looks between them with a suspicious, gimlet air about him, like an old sailor testing the likelihood of an oncoming storm. He does not like what he sees: Solas standing straight-backed, aquiline and aloof, his manner and bearing one of polite annoyance, held far above such petty matters.

...and of course this other, who's stake in the proceedings was by now well-established.

'I give you half back,' He says, shoving the money at Bel unceremoniously, and gesturing at the meat-bun-on-a-stick that he had earlier sold him, 'Keep that, and you go. Take or leave it.'

Solas gestures at him as if to say and there you have it. Well, what'll it be? Take the deal or leave it?
Edited (typos T-T) 2024-12-27 19:53 (UTC)
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[personal profile] featheredflames 2024-12-27 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Seeing one of his feathers tucked behind Dion's hair has him flushing red all of a sudden, overwhelmed by the sight. The reddy hues stand in stark contrast to the wheat gold of Dion's hair. It's beautiful.

"Ah...if you wouldn't mind?"

He could probably get out of the outfit if he tried hard enough, but if Dion is offering to help well, why not?
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[personal profile] lightundying 2024-12-27 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
He can't be sure what has Joshua flushing, but it is a good look for him. Bright against the dark maroon of his dress and spread over the bed, the man looks delectable. If he had not just had him, Dion is sure he would be hardening once more.

Alas, he kneels beside Joshua and begins to unlace, uncinch, and unbutton all that has kept the garment secure- at least that he is able to reach from the front.

"You must needs sit up to finish divesting yourself, I'm afraid."
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[personal profile] lettersfrombel 2024-12-27 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Look, Bel will take it. He doesn't really miss his people's fearsome reputation, but it means he doesn't know how to deal with the petty annoyances that come from buying and selling things. "Thank you, stranger," he took the money with a flourish and tucked it away. "My apologies for delaying your purchase, though I can't say I recommend this particular vendor."
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[personal profile] goethbeforethefall 2024-12-27 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am called Solas, if you would accept an introduction," He replies, mildly, bending at the waist in the sketch of polite bow, "And I have no intention of eating here. I was only passing by."

It would be most accurate to say that he had been here first, and it had been the food cart and this stranger both who had been passing him, but it hardly matters. What's interesting now, is the stranger's appearance: at this closer distance he can see that he is an elf...and yet very unlike any elf Solas has ever seen, outside of nightmare and artistry. Most unusual.

"May I presume you to be in this place under similar circumstances to myself? A fellow..." What was the insipid little code-word these people had come up with? Ah, yes, "...Visitor?"
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[personal profile] lettersfrombel 2024-12-27 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Bel was distinctive looking. His coloring was obvious, of course, even when mostly hidden by his clothing. Drow men also tend to be short, even by Faerunian elf standards. But relative to Thedas, Bel moves through the world assuming people see him as potentially dangerous but definitely as an equal, unless he is trying to present an alternate image. At the moment, he is not putting in effort either way, so his body language is confident and open. Maybe slightly embarrassed that he spent so long arguing about such a small amount of Bones, but more that someone had observed him doing it.

"Yes. My name is Belantar Vivalfin. Currently of Heaven's Bow, but prior to this," he waved to indicate Caldera, "a traveler around the continent of Faerun, which I do not expect you to have heard of."

Bel has registered Solas as an elf, or close enough, and the utter lack of reaction to Bel puts him in the group of 'not from Toril'. Which was interesting. (Not that Bel didn't find people interesting in general.)
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[personal profile] goethbeforethefall 2024-12-27 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
By the standards of modern elves of Thedas, Solas is quite tall. He wears it proudly, stiff back, square shoulders, and clothing that emphasizes the graceful lines of chest, waist, and hips: there is elegance in him, the way he is now. But he offers no specific arrogance, nor deference, towards Belantar. He is merely presenting himself with strength; there is nothing frightening to him, about a Drow. It is only a novelty to meet one for the first time.

"I admit it freely: I have not," Faerun. A fascinating implication, in that name, and yet further in the truth that he has never heard of it, not even in dreams. There is such strangeness to this reality, "Though I have often been a traveler myself. Some would say I am known for it. If you have time, I would appreciate if you would tell me what you can of this place, it's magic, and it's people."
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Sorry had to drive back from family holiday visit time .__.

[personal profile] thecodexabides 2024-12-27 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
I think some things are constants in all times and places. Good and evil, the way people fall into chaos. [Every world has to be the exact same as the one Gadriel knows. Because...that's the only thing he can understand. ]

Then what is magic if not using invisible forces to make changes in reality? [Huh? HUH?!?! ]
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[personal profile] internationalrelations 2024-12-28 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
In Alex's defense, he had no defense for himself, but also no remorse whatsoever. "Fuckingham Palace," he repeated, smug and pleased with himself given the way that Henry was looking at him right now. "I thought it was more original than the crown jewels."

Honestly a muzzle was probably a good idea, for the good of the world in general. But it only made Alex laugh at the threat because really, it didn't sound like such a bad time.

"I didn't know you were into that sort of thing, baby. Pretty kinky, but I'm not not into it."

Nothing would stop Alex from speaking, Henry. Are you sure you want to sign up for this?
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[personal profile] lightundying 2024-12-28 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Sell her. Dion's fingers flex, but he manages to stay the urge to tighten them. He breathes a soft sigh. Once more, he does not truly have the right to condemn such practices for he has never done aught to try and change them]

She is a good friend of yours, then?
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Arrival

[personal profile] lost_and_foundry 2024-12-28 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
If someone shrank the new Visitor to approximately 25% of his current size, flipped his coloring like a film negative, added a few lines, and completely changed his clothes, they would get the stranger perched on a bar stool across the way. Which is a roundabout way of saying they're both bald and have pointy ears and sharpish features. The small, darker man--a gnome, in point of fact--does not appear to be paying the least bit of attention to his surroundings. This tavern being open to established residents is a relatively new development, and he was looking for a place to make some notes and sketches where he wouldn't get caught by his friends. Mission accomplished.

He doesn't appear to be paying attention to his surroundings, but after about half an hour, during which the cup of tea by his elbow stops steaming and goes cold, he speaks up, glancing at the elven stranger in his peripheral vision:

"No one's going to make you drink it, you know, but the effects are always temporary, for whatever that's worth."
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[personal profile] lettersfrombel 2024-12-28 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, I'm told that talking is one of my skills," Bel said. Lies; he's not told that, he just does not shut up. "Shall we walk adn talk, or would you like to find somewhere to sit down and have a drink?"
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[personal profile] lordfuckleroy 2024-12-28 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Henry was charmed, had been charmed since the moment that they had met; the effervescent way that the man managed to capture his heart and absolutely wrung it out of every single bit of sentiment; a soft little smile that was more playful than anything else.

"Fuckingham Palace, I wonder how fast your mind works that you have come through all of this." and then a blink as Alex started to list out the things that he would and wouldn't do and there was a bit of interest there. "Very well then so you are in to muzzles.. would you like to list other things you are in to? For science?"
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[personal profile] internationalrelations 2024-12-28 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
Henry should really question his taste at this point, shouldn't he? But Alex would count his blessings that Henry somehow had come to like him in spite of himself. In spite of both of them maybe.

Alex looked down at his well-tackled prince, considering that question. "For science, huh? I mean yeah, well, if it's for science how could I possibly refuse?" A shake of his head and he laughed before making himself comfortable draped on top of Henry. This is about where Alex realized that he couldn't just tell Henry that when he'd essentially been good boy'd even if it was in comparison to an actual puppy, he'd desperately wanted to do the human equivalent to wagging his tail. Nope. Not putting that one into words right now because he was still wrapping his own mind around it.

"You know it haunts me to this day that I missed the chance to lick frosting off you." The true tragedy of Cake-gate.
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[personal profile] lordfuckleroy 2024-12-28 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
Henry was only questioning his taste lightly, in that he knew that Henry was bloody gorgeous-- it was that smile and the sparkling eyes and the quick humor that continually kept him on his toes, but yes the smart mouth was enough to keep him guessing. There were many worries that he would've had to have if they were out there in the real world but here in Caldera, he could focus on how much he loved this man as opposed as how impossible it would be to maintain something that was destined to be so public.

"Oh?" well that was something, licking frosting off of Alex was something. "Well I have to admit I was not feeling very charitable toward you after that whole bit so perhaps I have not thought about cake frosting.. but now I am?"

But now he was, even as he started to run his fingertip lightly against that shoulder. "I daresay that I have not had a chance to build up things that I would consider kinks so much.. that would involve having a trusted partner that was more than a one-off, which I have not had much of that since Eton and..." a chuckle, "There is not that much creativity when you are sixteen."
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[personal profile] internationalrelations 2024-12-28 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
"You were so mad," Alex laughed quietly, nostalgic even. He'd never seen Henry quite so furious before or after for that matter. Now though, well, now he could only be grateful for the whole mess. If that hadn't happened, if they hadn't been forced to play nice for the cameras, he never would have gotten to actually know Henry, to see who the prince was behind the public image he portrayed (and the admittedly uncharitable vision that Alex had of him). He wouldn't have those texts and phone calls that had carried him through days on end just waiting for his phone to chime again.

He wouldn't have this, the soft touch of that fingertip over his shoulder, the warmth of Henry's body against his own. He lifted his head so that he could brush a kiss against Henry's jaw. "I mean... me neither, really. But... it might be fun to get a little creative together." And well, Alex did trust Henry completely. He honestly didn't know what this was -- casual? friends with benefits? a fling? -- but he knew he wanted whatever it was to last, to continue. He wanted it to be something.
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[personal profile] featheredflames 2024-12-28 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
As he lets Dion peel him out of the remainder of his outfit he does as he's told, shifting to sit upright to get the remainder of it off. Now nude and free of his ruffles, Joshua shudders as goosebumps takeover his arms and legs.

If he wasn't so spent he'd ask for a bath...but that could wait for tomorrow.
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[personal profile] lightundying 2024-12-28 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
Seeing him shiver, Dion shifts to pull Joshua's back against his chest and smooths his palms down his arms.

"Is there aught else you need before we retire?"
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That's ok, I'm going to be a bit slow today and tomorrow because of work

[personal profile] holdshisown 2024-12-28 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
Some things are, no doubt, simillar in many places. The thing, however, is that we can't know for sure what those things are. [He's already met quite a few places that are quite different from his own and even though it is hard for him to take in he does accept them for what they are.]

To use supernatural or unnatural means to do so. [Obviously.] The wind blowing a leaf from one way to another might be an invicible force making a change in reality but I would not call it magic. Just because a thing can not be seen does not make it unnatural.
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[personal profile] featheredflames 2024-12-28 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
There's a hum of relief that slips freely from him as he's tugged close, returning the embrace easily.

"Not that I can think of, no."
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[personal profile] lightundying 2024-12-28 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
Dion smiles against the back of his neck, then stands back up with a pat to Joshua's arm. He turns down the covers.

"Well let us get settled comfortable then. On the morrow, we shall have quite a bit of work to do to move up to our own floor."
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[personal profile] troubadamsel 2024-12-28 10:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ She doesn't comment on the small ticks of body language - but she understands completely. The whole idea of buying another sentient being is sickening - should it eve happen here, Maribelle would stop it with guns - er, magic ablazing. But she understands it's not a subject anyone wants to stay on for long. ]

Of course. I treasure each and every one of the Shepherds, for all their unique quirks. I'm typically the one to convince her to run a brush through her hair and to take better care of her appearance... after she's already spent a good hour playing in the mud and dirt.
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[personal profile] troubadamsel 2024-12-28 10:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ A small sigh. Not much they can do about it but gripe, and does that really help? ]

... May we both return to where we are needed most, as soon as we can.
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[personal profile] lordfuckleroy 2024-12-28 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Right now without the stressors of their public lives, he would let this live and breath; he wouldn't summarily attempt to kill it at it's source, whatever it was. He took a deep breath and then allowed his head to fall back against the pillow, looking up into Alex's whiskey eyes and how they managed to catch all of the emotion there.

He was full of spend and quite lazy about it. "I would like that, I suppose I trust you-- cake and all." a wry tongue-in-cheek grin, those blue eyes sparkling and his palm rubbing against a rather bared pectoral, gods-- he had such a gorgeous physique, it was not fair really.

"Shower?" which was a good idea, of course it was. He figured he could find his way to the shower and possibly drag the other man along with him.
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[personal profile] lost_and_foundry 2024-12-28 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Really? You'd join me?" Now, that's just sweet, Bel. Barcus smiles up at him, utterly charmed, and suddenly the garden makes sense. Plants don't grow unless you plant the seed. Connection, romantic or platonic, has to be nurtured. It doesn't just appear in your lap.

"...I have a friend who can make flowers bloom out of nowhere," he adds thoughtfully. "Her name is Night Sky, I don't know if you've met her? But I think if I asked she'd make me some luminous mushrooms. I'd just need a place to plant them."

She would also, he assumes, hit on Bel if he introduces them. Better warn him if he doesn't already know her. "A project, then. Cultural outreach, for us."