Erato

[Outside is not a good place to be. It's cold and very windy, but the sounds of this unpleasant weather are dampened as Hiling stokes the fire in the fireplace. She wants everything to be nice for anyone who might step in out of the cold. The fire isn't the only thing warm and welcoming in here. She finds herself in a particularly accommodating mood, willing to do anything to please in the hopes that she will be rewarded. Once she gets her hands on such a traveler, she will not let them leave until they are thoroughly satisfied.]

[ooc: open to all. specify preference for female or neutral if relevant]

----- One -----

[ No one else knows about this corner of the library -- the lone table for two that seems to have enclosed itself in bookshelves. The books closed off all other noise, and made it ideal for naps, or to enjoy an otherwise risqué novel away from prying eyes.

It had also become this lady's favorite spot, and thus this is where she takes a friend, or a classmate to help out with homework. ]

... then all you have to do is to move this to the other side of the equation. Got it?


----- Two -----

[ The school's sports fest was a success, and it certainly helped that their class had won most of the events! While the clean-up afterwards was tedious and tiring, it is all worth it in Chall's eyes, not just because of the high brought about by victory, but because of the longer moment she gets to see that one person she admires.

She knows her teacher will be back to make sure the classroom's door -- and so she waits her own way. She could be done already, but she is doing all she can to delay, to make sure everyone else has left -- that the board is spotless, the floor shining and the desks in perfect alignment.

Any minute now... ]


(( OOC: So you get to choose a scenario! One: Chall tutoring your character as a fellow student; or Two: waiting on them as her teacher. X3 Have at? ))

[Lyle is standing further back from the light of the fire watching as the flames dance in time to the music. In his hands was a glass of wine that he was slowly working. It wasn't anything he had tried before but it tasted good. His eyes were scanning the crowds of people dancing, hoping to spot someone he might recognize]

(ooc: First actual post with Lyle here. Open to most things)

[ There is a woman dancing -- eyes closed, gentle swaying, twirling to the soft music, a contrast against the otherwise erratic flames of the bonfire. Flowing rose pink dress, long hair half gathered by her nape where white night-blooming jasmines and small yellow primroses were tucked into the lavender tresses.

Once she opens her eyes, she spots... you. And whether or not she knows you she stops dancing so as to approach with a warm smile, and-- is that a flower garland she is holding? And yes, she is offering it to you-- ]

Will you dance with me?



(( OOC: Here be Sasha with memories from marinasylum and is dreaming from sleeping at the hospital. Mostly here for funtiems, general CR and who knows, maybe other things~ She can also be bothered while she's dancing so, have at~? ))

[Anri's suffering some very interesting changes, but she - or rather, he - doesn't seem very perturbed by it. The body is new but nothing within it has changed. He still hears Saika writhing, whispering, proclamations of love and violence intertwined as a single concept.

As long as he has that, there's nothing left to be afraid of.

So Anri walks, and walks, and walks.]



((OOC: For a certain Fearie, but wholly open! Can't promise sex with Anri - even boy Anri - but open to the possibility of anything. Genderswap not required, but definitely welcome.))

( Joie de la vie )

((OOC: Anew Returner from Marina, with memories -- generally closed, but if you want in ask me OOCly and we'll talk. Contact info is on Anew's journal.))

[Anew leans heavily on the doorframe, overwarm, unable to catch her breath. Only two thoughts exist in her mind: Lyle, kissing her or touching her or panting in her ear, and the bed that seems to call to her from across the ornate hotel room.]

[She shakes her head to no avail; she can't think. What is this feeling? Her skin is too tight, a strange ache pulses through her, and she can't decide if she hates it. What she needs is... is...]

[No use. She closes her eyes, focus slipping through her grasp.]

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.

[To satisfy her curiosity, Hiling explores the hotel. She finds many empty rooms that all look quite inviting. Making note of her favorites for later, she keeps looking until she finds the room that her key will open. The room, she finds, is occupied and whoever found, or ended up here first, appears to be sleeping. She grins. If she works quickly and carefully enough, perhaps she can get them properly restrained before they awaken. Just as a little surprise greeting.]

[OOC: Do they wake up before she is able to finish or are they not going anywhere for a while? Chain, rope, handcuffs, etc. Whatever strikes your your fancy. CR or otherwise all welcome]

[It wasn't as if she'd never done anything to get herself in trouble, but this is the first time Hiling was not able to talk her way out of it. So there she sits, after school, stuck in detention. It's only an hour, but even that is too much. She decides to try and sneak out. Impatiently looking around, she waits for the right moment. She then makes her way over to the door. All she has to do is open it and make a run for it and she's free!]

[The rhythmic sweeping of a brush against the classroom floor could be heard, along with some grumbling --]

... mou, how could they... ditch me like this...

[-- as she swept dirt left over from the day's activities. She looks at the board -- filled with scribbles: "You can do it, Class President!" "Good luck!" "Do your best!" and a drawing of an umbrella with her name right beside a guy's that has been smudged out.

She sighs and carries on with her work, discarding her jacket and bowtie aside, and rolled her sleeves up to start working on the blackboard...]


(( OOC: Poor girl's been ditched by her classmates after a tiring "Cultural Day" :( Bother her? Keep her company ~ X3;; Have at!))

EVENT

Bienvenue! Bienvenue, bon soir mesdames et monsieurs!

This event's theme is:

Hello, Cupcake

( Joie de la vie~! )

[ Mistletoe-kun is all about bringing people together—mostly their bodies. When one of the delightful little inventions finds two (or more) people together it puts up an invisible barrier around them. You might not even notice it at first unless you see the plant dangling from the hovering, silver ball above you. But you might need a little motivation so the barrier will be shrinking and shrinking and shrinking. Snuggle up! Take off your clothes and stay awhile! If you don't want to get squished—and we hope you don't—you'll need to get physical. Once you get started the barrier will get a little bigger to give you room to work, but it won't fade away until you're good and done~ Don't worry, the robot will prompt you if you're confused. Feel free to post here and get spammed with loving! ]


((ooc: Borrowing the phrasing from last year's event, because Haunt is awesome. An additional note: if your characters took place (or wanted to) in marinasylum's Kiss-bot event, feel free to continue your thread in Erato! (Maybe provide a link for fun/context?) The robot simply won't let you go, even after kissing.))

Joie de la vie~~!

[A whimsical tune played through a nearby jukebox as one of the occupants of the hotel's bar stools nursed her drink. Occasionally she tapped her heeled foot against the foothold or drummed her fingers on the surface. If she weren't drinking, her lips moved along to the song, not really singing...

I can't help ya if you won't help yourself
I can't help ya if you don't help yourself
You can only get so much from someone yeah
You can get so much from me
I can't help ya if you won't help yourself

... she was mouthing the lyrics offbeat to boot. She downs her drink and motions to the bartender for a refill. As her glass was being prepared, she turns with a smile towards whoever was sitting nearby, not really minding whether or not she knew the person --]


Care to choose the next song?


(( OOC: Open for general CR, evented pups welcome as well. I apologize in advance for my slow. :3;; ))
 

[Dean shifted in his sleep, relaxed like he hasn't been in ages. Maybe it's because he got lucky and finally slept, but either way, have some spooning before he wakes up enough to freak at not being able to remember the night before.]

((ooc: gdit! I fail at erato but Dean's insisting. Het only please unless Dean knows you (this means Marina memories are intact) and then ping me first to see how it'd work (I'm only seeing mutual masturbation at the moment, tbh). Also excuse the lack of erato icons. This is a trend with all my characters.))

[It was not every day Ribbons Almark woke up in lavishly decorated hotel rooms. Granted, this one had a bit of too much kitsch to it, but it was tolerable -- and it gave him a break from the redundant landscapes of the prison, so he was not about to complain.

And what does one do in a hotel? Change into something more comfortable of course -- blood red silk robe with black ribbon and pipings, and head on over to the room's mini bar and pour himself a drink as red as his robe -- a nice pinot noir it is. He takes a sip, lazily walking over to the window to look out into the night...]



(( ooc: *shrugs* A little flight of fancy for Ribbons, and it's also a part of his voice that I have wanted to explore. He has his Marina memories til Day 85. Also open for general CR. I apologize in advance for bouts of slow. I also think it's fair to put a bit of WARNING here before a poor muse comes tagging and ends up disappointed (highlight between the brackets) : [ ANGEL PARTS ]. With that said, have fun! ♥ ))
 

[After making sure to gently fold her nightshirt and place it in the small overnight bag Neil had brought for her, Lacus turns to him with a smile. She fingers the lovely scarf he got her that's wrapping her neck; it feels much better, but she knows the lingering discoloration troubles him.]

I believe that's everything.

[Rei doesn't understand this.

She... is dead.

She knows that she is dead. She felt it, the moment she returned home - she felt the Angel invade her EVA and then her body, and she felt it self-destruct. If this were her third body, she wouldn't have any memories of her death, so it must be her second... but she is dead. How is she back here?

She wanders the halls aimlessly, trying to get used to the feeling of being back in her body. Memories flood back into her mind, memories she lost when she returned to Tokyo-3 - Tieria, Kid, Naoya, Tsukasa. She left them all behind. Will anyone she knows appear here? It would be nice to be able to say goodbye properly. All she can do for now is keep walking, and keep wondering.]

((ooc: anyone wanna say goodbye? CR is fine, btw - I chose this community because I was in that kinda mood, but if you just wanna talk with her, that's cool.))

[This place again. The colors, the feeling in the air, and the smell... he would never forget the day he wound up here, or woke up here, or walked in here. It was like several memories all overlapping at once, and it was affecting what he recalled of the places, and people he had just left behind.

Lockon found himself, this time, sitting at the bar of the attached dining area. In his hand was a glass of rum and cola, the ice clinking about as he considered the empty tables.]

(( ooc: Time for another game of Pick A Neil/Lockon! Nothing guaranteed, of course, but enjoy~ <3 ))

I... I don't recall requesting for some R and R...

[Thinking out loud, this lady was, as she clutched a key in one hand. First, there was the lingering scent of jasmine that made the idea of R&R seem not so bad after all. Then the presence of pools made her aware of how out-of-place her uniform must be. About to shrug off appearances and maybe just settle with less layers, the heat kicked in.

Quirking a brow at the selection of clothing change offered to her and taking a minute or so to decide for herself whether to really change or not, the soft scent of lavender made her think that hey -- it's not so bad, is it? At least there's some form of coverage?

And so she picked a black piece that somewhat offered a semblance of modesty, sheer fabric gathered by her chest and hips creating illusions of layers. After setting her glasses aside and gathering & twisted her mass of silver hair behind her, she grabbed a cool cocktail and walked over the edge of the pool, sat on the side and dipped her feet in.]

Hmm~~~

[The ambient music was relaxing, and for once, she felt like a queen, sipping on her cool alcoholic beverage, lightly making ripples in the water to the beat of the drums.]


(( ooc: first time for this Chall in Erato~ :3 Just here for some fun, chats and more fun. Care to share a drink with her? Pull her down into the water? Surprise her with an apparent lack of modesty? X3 Have at it! ))