Elysian Fields RPG

It's been a while since Zach's had the chance to catch up with matt, and he's really looking forward to it. Between both of them working, and both having relationships that demanded a lot of their spare time, time had been at a premium. But they'd found some time and they were sitting in the bar at Elysian Fields, beer in front of them and mid-story about working with great but... artistic people. In which artistic meant "fussier than I am about everything being perfect," at least in Zach's case. "It's not that they aren't great people," Zach said. "But when you have someone coming in who's done a show that has three episodes a year, and thinks they have all the time in the world on the set, well, it can lead to some... interesting misunderstandings."

It was early, but not the earliest call they'd had. Tiffani wasn't fighting sleep like she often was at the earliest times, so that made it better for her. She had gotten coffee for herself and Matt - Tim was being called later, as this was one of her and Matt's rare scenes without him. She kind of liked that they had some time to talk, and currently there was some setting up going on that they weren't needed for. Perfect time to catch up, she thought. "So," she smiled, sitting down next to Matt. "How are your kids? It must be wonderfully chaotic having that many so yount, I remember when my son was that age. All of them," she teased.

Who: Kristen Bell & Candice Accola
What: Meeting for the first time!
When: Early Evening
Where: Elysian LA
Warnings: Probably none! JK They had sexy times.

( Enjoying the scenery and waiting for something new to come up. )

"So what's next for you?" Gwyneth asked, sipping iced tea and glancing over at Garrett. She'd really enjoyed working with him - and Leighton and Tim - on the movie. "I still think you could have a second career if you wanted it, your voice is amazing," she said. "I think we've established that I don't pay empty compliments, too." She liked his company as well, it wasn't every movie she found someone she could talk with like she was with Garrett. "Any great plans or are you going to rest some?" she asked. "Of course I don't think actors ever actually do get to rest." She laughed softly, thinking of an actor she had worked with on a movie ages back. "Do you know, I once worked with an actor who wanted to know why I was still taking acting lessons? He thought he knew everything. I think he's washing cars now." She shook her head. "People who think the job we do is easy either get sense knocked into them, or they fall out of it, there doesn't seem to be an in between option."

John had a room that was reserved for his use at the club. It was fairly spartan, but comfortable, and he spent most of his off-duty time there, especially waiting between appointments. Not too many people would even knock on his door - he had his pager and cell available if someone wanted to talk to him or ask him for an appointment. He knew it could only be one of a few people, and he sighed as he unfolded from the couch that could be turned into a bed if he got too tired to head back to the hotel after a session. It was probably important. Right? He opened the door and looked down - he almost always looked down.

"Sammy," he smiled then, glad to see the young man who was a good friend... and maybe if they could stop dancing around things, might be more. "Come on in," he said. He knew whatever it was, Sammy must need some advice. John locked the door after them, just in case.

John was sitting at the bar in Elysian, waiting for the new client he'd booked an afternoon with. He hadn't taken on a client in three years, it was something he enjoyed doing but he liked to give his clients time and attention and he usually ended up seeing them over a long period of time - not in the sense of a relationship per se, but he was there to give them something they needed, even something they couldn't find in their own relationships, and he only had enough time and ability to do that for a certain amount of people, and he only had a certain amount of time he could devote to this part of his life, given everything else in his life.

But he'd recently lost a client - in the best sense of the word, he'd found a Master who he'd also fallen in love with and they'd recently been legally bound together, although John knew that the collar around the boy's neck and the key around the Master's were a lot more important to them both. Then he'd heard that Chris Colfer was looking for a professional to show him some of the ropes, so to speak, and John had felt that he might be able to understand some of the younger man's issues, and ease them for him, so he'd let the appropriate people know that he was available and interested and would Mr Colfer like to take a meeting with him. The answer had been yes, so John had set the time and place, the bar so he and Chris could talk some before moving up to one of the rooms upstairs. Now he was sipping on ice water and waiting for Chris.

Simon looks at the beautiful young woman sitting across from him. "Was this the kind of place you meant, or was I a little too forward?" he asked her. "I know you said you missed company, I wasn't sure if you wanted this or something more subdued. Then again, this place is only as exciting as you want it to be, I'm sure there are people who actually join for the golf and while they know the more fun stuff goes on, they don't really bother with it." He shook his head, not really sure he would be able to handle that. He was on a trip to London, and Billie had mentioned not having much excitement in her life, so he'd brought her to the club after getting her to fill out all the membership paperwork.

"Of course," Simon added, "someone as pretty as you are wouldn't have any trouble finding company if that was what you wanted."

Lea was enjoying seeing Dianna's reaction to the club. It was still new enough for her to understand some of what Dianna would be feeling. So of course she'd brought her to the E/V room, and she was currently sipping on a tall glass of orange juice and watching the show.

"Look at those two," Lea said, watching as a pretty little brunette was bent over a table and a tall blonde, wearing one of the biggest strap-ons Lea had ever seen, started to fuck her hard. Then another woman came up, and spread her legs, pressing her pussy into the little brunette's face, moaning as she felt her tongue.

"I've never been with a woman," Lea said, casually, "but scenes like that make me think about it a lot..." she hadn't ever really found anyone she wanted to take it further with, not on a serious level. "I think I'd need to try it with someone I knew well, someone who wouldn't mind if the Domme side of me slipped a little as I learned. I mean, I am a switch, but recently it's been a lot more about giving orders, so I don't know where I'd fall on it, but on the other hand, I would definitely need someone not afraid to advise me some," she said. "I know I'd be willing to take direction as needed, of course."

She looked over at Dinna who was clearly flushed. "Too much information?" Lea asked, with a smile. She liked the blush on Dianna's cheeks.

There were a few things that he definitely enjoyed more about LA than his home in Sweden. Most of it had to do with the Fields, and their existence in LA, but not at home. When he wasn't filming, he even worked there part time as a professional Dominant, though he wasn't there in that capacity now.

Now he was simply having a drink at the bar, enjoying the company and chitchatting with a few regulars that he knew. If he found someone that caught his eye tonight, that would be great, if he didn't, it would work just as well for him. Alex was content to be able to relax around like minded people without having to guard what he said too much.

[Takes place after Dianna's intro to the club]

( Cut 'cause Garrett's a slut )

The first few weeks of filming X-Men had been borderline torturous for Michael. As much chemistry as he had with James, yet off screen they were never more than friends until one fated night and a dinner with Anne Marie. She was a sweet woman, a lovely woman, a kinky woman that had all but presented James on a platter for Michael to partake in and partake he had. Thoroughly, several times during the night and in the morning, things had changed.

What began one night in James' kitchen got them here, sitting in the bar of the Fields in London. It had been Michael's fantasy this time, James already in a leather collar that buckled behind his neck, a single o ring hanging down, touching the hollow of his throat. In Michael's hand the chain leash grew warm, the metal leaving faint grooves in his palm. It wouldn't be too much longer as he and James finished their drinks and they'd move onto the next step of things. Before they'd arrived the anticipation had been a near painful thing, but now it was sweet, making his trousers tight and keeping him very pleasantly warm.

Reaching across the table, he hooked his index finger in the ring at James' throat and tugged him over slowly to nip at his lips. "I do like this on you."

Liam wasn't sure that there had been any kind of a conscious process in holding today's barbecue. He'd just picked names out of his phone at random and about half of them had turned up, to his surprise. It made things noisy and crowded, but it wasn't awful. Still he'd found what felt like the last quiet piece of the house, and he was sitting down, drinking a beer, when he heard someone walking in.

Liam tried not to groan, and then he smiled, because he'd realised who it was, and well, if he had any problems being alone with someone as gorgeous as Scarlett, he couldn't think of them. "Hi," he said. "This is so typical of Chris, he tends to forget some of us like a little quiet." He smiled, though, it wasn't a bad thing about his brother at all, really.

Liam wasn't sure that today was a good first or a bad first. After the most devastating event of his life, losing his wife and Mistress, he'd had a lot of firsts. Some of them were good, like the first time he'd realised that yes, he could go on with his life, or the first time he'd made himself come and not felt bad that he hadn't thought of her. Some were bad, like the first time he noticed her mark on him and realised he'd never have that again, or the first time the boys woke up crying for her after they hadn't for a while. Today was the first time he'd been to the club without Natasha. That wasn't good, but on the other hand, feeling okay about it was a good thing, so overall it felt like a good first.

He ordered a Guinness, and sipped it slowly as he looked around the bar. There was the usual mix of familiar and unfamiliar faces, and he was thinking about heading upstairs to his room - he didn't keep a house in LA any more, he'd had to keep the place in New York because that was the boys' home, and he couldn't sell the place in England, but LA had been just too connected to them, and Vanessa had taken it off his hands. So he had decided to stay at the club for this visit, and he was thinking about heading upstairs. It wasn't like he was looking for someone.

Glancing up, Liam saw a familiar smile, bright enough to light up the room. "Bradley?" he murmured to himself, and he remembered...

Remembered shooting in the jungle. Flirting, and not feeling guilty about it, but not being able to take it further. Except for one kiss, on the last night of the press tour. The kiss that had made him harder than anything but serving her had in years.

"Bradley!" This was a call, one intended for the other man's ears. Liam smiled, maybe he'd at least found some company.

Jessica was sitting at the bar, sipping on sparkling water and people watching. She wasn't 'on duty' per se, but the staff knew that if anyone came in looking for a submissive, she was available, unless she said otherwise. She could always make the choice, but she was there if someone needed her. She was a little lonely with Taylor away recording, not that anyone else could make her feel the way Taylor did, but it was sometimes nice to have company. She was thinking of calling John up, when she saw a familiar face. "Marshall!" she waved.

(while filming The Avengers)

"Whose idea was it to make it six am again?" Gwyneth asked as she handed Scarlett a coffee, they took it in turns to get the first one. "Can we fire them?" she asked, grinning at her friend. "With extreme prejudice?" She sat down and tried not to fall asleep. "Or whip them, at least? Mind you they'd probably like that," she shook her head. "Sadists. Whoever invented six am calls was definitely one. But how are you?" she asked, smiling. "Don't let me keep talking or I really will do it," she laughed. "You should hear my brother go on about how I talked before I breathed."

(sometime before the filming of Thor)
(WARNING: Incestuous themes & situations, including sexual contact, but not penetration. Amended to non-penetrative incestuous sex.)

Liam couldn't remember the last time he and Chris had had any sort of time off together, so he'd declared a moratorium on phones, computers, and any other technology, just for a few hours. Chris had seemed okay with indulging him in that, on the condition that he didn't include appliances under those conditions. Liam was fine with that, because they had to eat, right? Eat and drink, and if it turned out that they drank more than they ate, well, that was something else they hadn't done much of, not together at least, in a long time. Not that Liam was drunk or anything. He was used to putting away a six-pack on a good night, though when it was more he had trouble remembering everything, and he was only half into the second one now.

"I do not need you to set me up," Liam said. "Just because I haven't dated anyone since Miley, to the point where the media are trying to put us back together, doesn't mean I want to date anyone right now. Besides, had you thought I might like guys?" he asked. It wasn't like he hadn't thought about it. Like a lot. He figured he liked both, because dating Miley hadn't been at all difficult and maybe if the timing had been right she would've been his first, but it hadn't happened. "Besides, do you actually know any hot women who wouldn't think you trying to set them up with your brother wasn't a hell of a line and they'd try to get into your pants?"

Liam looked into the glass of ice cubes and sparkling water. Not that he expected to find answers at the bottom of it. He still wondered what he was doing back here at times. He'd flown in from New York for yet another meeting, and after that, he'd had time to kill, he had a room upstairs that he could stare at the four walls of, but at least down here there were people talking. He was trying really hard not to remember it was the first time he'd been here with Natasha, but it was and that wasn't going away. He could see so many couples, and it was almost worse to watch them here, the intimacy that might not be as evident in the scening rooms, the possessive hands on collars, the gentle kisses, boys kneeling at the feet of their Doms. He sighed softly. It was worse not seeing it, not knowing that there were people who understood this. That was why he was back here, he'd tried to live without this in his life, but it hadn't worked.

He wasn't looking for someone. It was still too soon. He definitely couldn't think of a woman he'd be able to let take him down, and most men seemed to be more interested in his taking them down, which he had no idea about, or perhaps he wasn't ready for that either. He was just... lost. Adrift, no anchor left to him. He'd thought Natasha was that anchor, but he was starting to realise that it was a little more complicated than that. It wasn't that he had forgotten her, or would ever be able to. That simply wasn't an option. But as much as he had been attached to her, as much as she had owned his heart and soul, she hadn't been the first. He was very slowly starting to realise that maybe he would be able to let himself be with someone else, even if it was just a friend or someone he felt close to. He wasn't ready yet, but he was starting to realise that he didn't need to be alone forever.

(on the set of the first Iron Man)

"This is fun," Gwyneth said. "I can take my brother's kids and we can have a good time. I am really glad you've talked me into this. As much as I love my work, I have to say that it's not bad to actually make a movie people will see," she said. "Which I think were your words, now I think about it." She had always liked Robert, meeting him over the years, but it had been his persuasive words that had brought her here, and she was enjoying it a lot more than she'd thought. Not that she hadn't done her share of comedies and fun movies, but this felt more light and yet with enough challenge to make it good.

"Just don't expect Pepper to be the kind of assistant who'll stay behind with her boss, though I bet Tony would love that," she said. Of course she'd read the script, knew just what kind of relationship the characters had. But she liked teasing him. Flirting, just slightly, though not with any intent, at least at this point. After all, things could always change.

There's nothing quite like being on the set of Supernatural. They've been doing it for so long, it's less like a second home and more like just home. Even before Jensen and Jared had figured everything out between them, they had Dean and Sam, the cast, the crew to make them into a family. Now that they had things figured out though, it was even better. They'd joke around and play during the day, have more fun times than any other job could provide, then pack up and go home at night.

It was perfect as far as Jared was concerned. It only got better when he could sneak up on Jensen and throw his entire body at the other man, arms and legs wrapping around him until they either tumbled to the ground or Jensen found his balance with Jared hanging on his back. Like now, when Jensen was talking to someone that Jared couldn't see. That never stopped him before and wouldn't now as he sprinted the two steps and pounced the other man from behind, legs going around his waist, arms around his neck.

Things were moving along as they always did, Matt had gone out to California over the weekend to see Simon and the kids, he never did get enough time with them while they were filming. But he was back in New York now, moving between work and spending time with friends after - when Tiffani told him Alexandra was around. Well Matt certainly couldn't let her get away without seeing him, in fact he'd have been more than a little disappointed if she managed that.

So late that afternoon after he'd been released for the day, Matt texted Alexandra. a little birdy told me you're in town. And then he followed it up with another right after. you and me + take out + terrible movies tonight? or do you want to go out? no is not an option.

Matt grinned before hopping into the shower to wash away the day and change into something a little less restrictive than three piece suits, and waited for a reply so he could start planning their night.