Erato

[Tyki Mikk is walking the hallways and bored, taking long strides and repeatedly tossing a pair of dice into the air before catching them with the same hand. He has his cigarette in the corner of his mouth, a thin trail of smoke lingering in his wake.

Come on out and entertain him, won't you.]

[ Lavi lets his eye adjust to the lower light, and he toys idly with the embellishments hanging from his shoulder as he paces about the room. the room's different this time; a little furnished suite with a separate bedroom. different room, different atmosphere, different... feeling. he can't put his finger on it, but his hair is standing on the back of his neck.


ooc: using the scenarios from this meme. a little rusty at RP and would love a chance to play out any of the options, with anybody. I can adjust to whatever option's presented. :) ]

[But for the flickering candlelight at the altar, the small "church" is dark, and empty. Komui's used to towering stained glass and echoing naves, but the small room is arranged with pews and a hanging crucifix and will do for what he needs.]

[Forgiveness. Such a strange thing to ask for here, where the people he needs it from can't hear. He can't even manage to walk to the altar; sitting in the middle of the third pew isn't the place for this, really. They deserve a grand gesture.]

[He's almost ready to stand and ask properly. Almost. As soon as he can get his legs under him.]

( The Let's Get Kinky Meme )

[it's that kind of night. wine, atmosphere, privacy... but company. that was the sticking point. and he's resorted to looking, or at least a version of it, strolling through the halls with the stems of two wine glasses crossed between his fingers, an airing bottle of red in the other.]

[come out, come out, wherever you are.]

((OOC: Cross Marian, *moderately* effected by the aphros. your character can be as effected as you like, or not! he may get more effected as time goes on, depending on need.))

( Joie de la vie )

[Kitty just finished some extra security measures to the house and now she is sitting on the roof watching lanterns float up into the sky. She's not sure why they are there or what they signify, but there is something peaceful and beautiful about them. So, instead of going back inside or even exploring to get closer she just stays put.]


(OOC: What if the Allen and Tyki fight had never happened? Begin scene.)

EVENT

Bienvenue! Bienvenue, bon soir mesdames et monsieurs!

This event's theme is:

Turbulence

( Qui aime bien, châtie bien. )

Notes: First, despite the choice of community, the tags do not have to be of a sexual nature. Threading may take place in this post, or in a separate entry. Second, due to the nature of this event/meme, if you are interested in making your own post with one of these prompts, trigger warnings must be used. Normally, they are a courtesy, not a requirement. Not so in this case. Entries which do not include them will be deleted.

As always, events are optional.

[He doesn't quite know where he is when he first wakes up. Or rather, there's a vague sense of recognition, a half-faded memory from an old dream.

Jun stares at the room he's in, looking up at the ceiling of something that looks suspiciously like what Hollywood thinks the harem chambers in the Taj Mahal might look like. It's as big as a ballroom, but full of couches and beds and pillows. He pulls his cloak tighter around him...

...He feels quite strange. No harm in waiting for his head to clear before heading out, right?]

...Huh...

[ooc; This one won't initially remember his time in Marina, but it'll slowly come back depending on who he threads with. ♥]

[Kitty wakes up and it doesn't take long to feel that something was wrong. The way her body pressed against the bed was just...different. A glance down told her the rest. She was in the wrong body and it was a man's body on top of that.

She knows strange things happen in this place. And this is definitely a strange thing.

Her own clothes didn't fit, but it seemed the room was up for providing a solution to that, so one white button down and a pair of jeans later she was out the door to explore, but first...

She stopped in the hall, hand pressed against the wall, just feeling it solid beneath the unfamiliar palm of her slightly larger hand. Closing her eyes she lets the hand slide through the wall as if it wasn't there.

She smiles. At least her powers still work. That's one thing.]

[ spent his free period in the library, as usual... and he may be spending his Literature class in here, too. the librarian let slip a new collection on Bronze Age Cultures had made it to the stacks, and Lavi had started with the volume on Minoan Crete and maybe... missed the bell.

turns a page, chewing on a pen cap, completely engrossed. Literature Class is overrated, anyway. ]



((ooc: Open to boys or girls, up for CR or more. :3))

EVENT

Bienvenue! Bienvenue, bon soir mesdames et monsieurs!

This event's theme is:

Hello, Cupcake

( Joie de la vie~! )

[ you know you want to wake up next to this. ]

((OOC: Cross is wearing the collar from the master/slave event rather than the current one. If you want to tag, poke me and we'll talk about it. I'm open to let some others have a go at slave!Cross, but he won't allow me to make it a free-for-all. ^^;))


[The mirror only caught Cross's eye because the minibar happened to be under it. Whoever put this collar on him would be sorry when he found them. Annoyance growing my the minute as the drinking options appear to be limited to champagne or single-serving bottles of liquor.]

[Best be off down the hall to find a real bar.]

[ Yeah, he remembers this place. It makes him nervous. Not content to sit in his room waiting for something weird to happen, he's been wandering the hallways, being nosy; every door that isn't locked is opened and peered into. At least the rooms are somewhat different, though mostly in the details.

He keeps fingering the collar. He's not sure he wants to know what it does, though he will -- reluctantly, and just to himself -- that he doesn't mind the feel of the smooth metal under his fingertips. Shame it couldn't have been something secured around his throat.

More room exploration. ]




((ooc: Can be jumped or will eventually need to jump someone else. 8D;; Up for anything, men, women, both! Just a warning, I have a bad habit of dropping threads. ;--;))

((OOC: Cross is not event'd ohgod Cross as I woman I don't even but feel free to be event'd if you wish. He's always looking for beautiful people, though men might have significantly more work ahead of them. Memories from Marina are go.))

[Hn. For a place with so many useful rooms, sure was boring here. All these cushy beds and no one to share them with makes an unhappy Cross. At least he found a half-decent bottle of red in one of the mini-fridges, and found a little table in the corridor to drink at.]

[There's an extra chair and an extra glass for anyone worth his while who happens along.]

[...Back here again. Allen stepped down the corridor thoughtfully, glancing into the doorways as he passed by.

He wasn't entirely sure that he was looking for, but the last few times he's been here there's always been someone he knew to join up with, something that caught at his attention. In one of these rooms...]



((ooc: Li and I challenged ourselves on the stupid icon expression meme at marinasylum, so here we are))

[These are unfamiliar halls, but he knows them all the same. He finds the pool easily, and stares at it, a slow smile spreading as it begins to ice over. He's always like things colder...

After all, it was his enemy who had called fire down from the sky. He steps out onto the ice, leaving his shirt at the side of the pool. ]

[ooc: The MC from Marina...with a twist. ;D He's up for just about anything, but things may get a bit violent, so be warned.]

[--It's hot. Allen drifts into a room and relaxes, pleased, at the sight of the pool. Without hesitation he starts stripping down, shedding his outer layers and leaving them on the floor, finally sinking into the cool water in just loose pants, with a pleased shiver. He cups his hands in the water and lifts it to splash over his face, and then just pauses, reveling in the feeling -- the chill water, and the pleasant scent of something in the air -- vanilla?

[He's grateful to get to feel and not... think.]



((ooc: From Marina. He's up for anything. I, however, want to include a disclaimer that I don't promise porn, and I may fail at tagging. Okay? Okay! /sobs))

[Jun doesn't know where he is, or why he's got a guitar (and an embarrassingly tight shirt), but he's trying to make the best of it. If he's got it, he might as well try and play something, right.

Unfortunately, whenever he starts to play, he gets things like this. And so on and so forth. He's making a good front of not being embarrassed.

He's very embarrassed.]

[ooc: It may go without saying, but that video is so not safe for work. Or children. Or grandparents.]