Erato

( Joie de la vie )

[Slow, deliberate footsteps echo down the dark hallway, with a few creatures skittering ahead of him. Making a half-hearted glance at the key in his hand, the helmeted head gave a low snort as he kept moving along the hallway.

What a joke.

4242-654? That's quite a long stretch of numbers, considering how flat this building... felt. Then again, it felt as endless as the Unversed he could create, so he won't complain too much.

Kill kill die, if he takes the numbers in another language. Slowing a footstep at the feel of a heartbeat behind the door he's about to pass, Vanitas simply turns his helmeted head to look, as if he could see through the wood. There was something about this darkness that was ... different, from the darkness he's made of.

Licking his lips behind his visor, he lifted his foot and gave the door solid, harsh kicks until it swung open. He's going to see where this dark emotion takes him.]


(ooc: Hey, new here! Thought I'd throw this guy in for some shits'n'giggles. Feel free to assume he just broke into your persons room, and uh, he's feeling frisky. Even if he doesn't recognize lust in its nature just yet, he'll proooobably figure it out within a few minutes of getting started. Males and females are fine, preferably not an older man though.)

[For a second time Axel's arrived here at the hotel...asleep.

You'll find him lying down on his side on one of the plush, red beds in a nearby bedroom, looking rather peaceful, comfortable, and obviously oblivious to all the rose petals and other romantic decals scattered on the walls and the floor. Occasionally he shifts in sleep and makes quiet sounds, because it so happens that the hotel has caused him to dream. About what, you ask?

Well, about you, of course.

He may not know you, and maybe he never will, or perhaps he knows you very, very well, but regardless of your relationship he's picturing you through a rose tinted lens; seeing you laughing, holding hands, touching, moving against him--All those silly things that a Nobody shouldn't care about.

But for whatever reason, perhaps for this one time, he does.

So feel free to stumble upon him and wake him up, or just watch and listen to him shift and groan. Is that your name you heard? Or are you just hearing things?]

[Naoya was… confused when he woke up, but the cloying scent of the air made him quickly aware of where he was. This place again…]

[He tries to move, and realizes that he's already upright, more or less. His arms are above him, a chain linking to a cuff on each one. He's also already naked, with thin socks on his feet his only clothing. The room is dim and cold, and he can see toys just at the edge of the light.]

[Ah. So that's what today's game is. The door is open… hopefully someone will arrive soon. He's not sure how long he can wait.]

[ Maybe, after all the time he's been here, maybe he doesn't mind this place as much as he used to. Maybe that is why he is calmy wandering around wondering if he'll run into someone interesting.

Walking through the aisles, the blonde comes across an empty room and notices a very peculiar item on the surface of the bed table.

Huh. What is this? Well, these are clearly handcuffs, but why are they fuzzy and cute?

Sitting at the edge of the bed, the blonde curiously pinches and touches the soft plush, wondering what it could be for. ]
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{ ooc: Anyone is welcome to try to teach him how to use them, hehe~ }

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~~!

[Mm. Comfy cozy in bed. Axel's partially tucked under the blankets right now, not snoring for once, and he currently has his back turned towards whoever it is he's sleeping next to. If you happen to wake up before him, you may take notice of a certain something he's wearing and nothing else on top. He certainly doesn't remember putting it on or what for, but it's not like it matters in sleep, right?

Wake him up in your own special way if you please, boys and girls. Last night clearly needs to be explained.]

[ out like a light. but if there's someone nearby, she'll probably curl up closer to them. for warmth, you see. ]

[The rooftop is quite inviting, despite the heat which gives her pause -- wasn't it winter? She thinks she remembers snow and ice, slush and chill. Ah, well. Banishing the thought with a single breath, she reaches for the closest fruit bowl and takes a small bite from the first fruit she picks up... an apricot.]

[The taste is something she feels all the way down to her knees, and suddenly she's a little less content with being alone.]

[Saki's sprawled out on a small mount of pillows, barefoot and wearing only a kimono, legs stretched out entwined languorously. She may look a bit distant and distracted, but she's anything but, especially as she finishes that first apricot and reaches for another one.]

((OOC: Spring Fever event! Saki's -- somewhat less angry then she was her first time here and really wants sex outdoors, so there will be pouncing.))

[ well it's not a silent film with the cards. and it's not laser tag either. maybe it's a part of the costume thing that's been happening? that can't be right either though... at least that's what Roxas is thinking, tugging on his ears and twitching his tail. is the Improbability Drive active again? that's really the only explanation he can come up with for why he looks like this at the moment.

as for his room being different? it doesn't look like his room, anyway. the other four people aren't here and the door isn't one he can talk to. he's already tried. maybe it's part of the drive as well.

letting go of his ears, he jumps up and wanders out the door into the hallway. if anything, it means that he's got to look around. other things could be different too.

the ship can be so weird at times. ]




((ooc: So I don't contain myself well. Instead of taking Roxas from Remolded here on insanejournal, he's from the S.S. Thor at Mostly Harmless/Gargleblasted. All of his current memories up through October's Improbability Drive are intact. 8D))

[Well, this is certainly reminiscent of something similar that happened back in the prison, isn't it? He happened to treat that time like any other, however, so it's no surprise that Axel's calm and nonchalant as he travels down the corridors, black ears flicking every so often to pick up stray sounds and long, black and bushy tail curving around corners and doorknobs just to feel what they're like.

It's kind of fun, actually, like it had been when he'd had the vampire fangs, perhaps, but Axel shrugs off those ideas as he wanders into a room he's never seen before. It looks like a library, a huge library, filled with wooden shelves, tables, chairs, and rolling ladders to reach the highest cases.

And, talk about serendipity, there's something...nearby. Something more like a someone, actually, standing over there--or perhaps sitting over there, quietly engrossed in a book--and all Axel can think about is bothering. He's curious, insanely so, more so than normally, so as his tail swishes side to side and his eyes lock on to the target, he slowly and carefully stalks before running and leaping onto the person, intent on figuring out just what the heck it is they're doing.]

((ooc: That's right. Whoever responds has been pounced on or can sense him and move out of the way if that's what you want. Axel doesn't have that strong of an affect in terms of catlike behavior, but he's after you regardless! React however you see fit~))

[The moment he awakens in a strange place, he assumes he's been sent there by SEELE. Thus, there is no panic, not even a moment of fear. Just wide-eyed, slightly sardonic interest.

Why the secrecy? And why a lavish hotel, of all places? He can't imagine what they're thinking, but he feels the key in the pocket of his school uniform (a white, short-sleeved button down with an orange t-shirt peeping out from under the slightly opened collar and black pants), so he gets an idea of what he's meant to do. Find the room, open the door, solve the mystery. How kind of them to give him some entertainment after the monotony of Shinji's depression.

So, naturally, he approaches the door of his room - 708 - and opens the door. Once he's inside, he settles down on the satin bedsheets that adorn the heart-shaped bed and waits. All will become clear soon enough, he feels. It's just a matter of waiting. And Tabris has been waiting a very long time to be activated - a little more won't hurt.

If the person who comes in happens to have met up with boy!Rei Ayanami, they'll be in for something of a shock.]

((Mangaverse Kaworu coming out to play! Don't expect the sweetheart of the anime, or you'll be in for a dark surprise. Also, I'm not available for tagging until tomorrow, but feel free to throw up a placeholder and I'll get back to you just as soon as I can!))

[The hotel room remains mostly untouched by its occupant, a damp towel hanging on the bathroom's doorknob the only sign that Xion is there. ...that, and Xion herself riffling through the wardrobe, wet hair sticking to her scalp. Assorted lingerie is draped over a nearby chair, discarded in her search for something to wear. Teddies? She mistook them for swimsuits. Garter belts? She doesn't even know what they're called, much less how to wear them. G-strings? What would be the point? There isn't a single pair of plain underwear to be found, and her own are still sopping wet from her accidental dunk in the hotel's pond.

Eventually she finds something in white lace that doesn't look overly fancy or...nonexistent. She can't find any clothes that aren't underwear, though, so she'll just have to stay here until her clothes dry.]

[Saki's standing behind the unattended bar, inspecting the brands of wine and shooters underneath the counter.]

[She's not sure where she is, but the pinching of metal at her neck is keeping her from becoming too distressed -- that, and the misty heat and throbbing of her blood, a softness humming in her skin; completely unaided by alcohol.]

((OOC: Angry, near-hate sex, anyone?))

[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.))

Damn. [The entire room reeks of alcohol. Bottles and cans are strewn messily across the floor, drawers have been left open, and what might have once been a clean and royally red bedroom lies in ruins. Bed sheets have been pulled, curtains torn open, pictures tilted awkwardly against the wall...and somewhere amidst that mess is Axel. He's sitting on the floor with his back pressed to the foot of the bed, one leg stretched out long and the other pulled to his chest, though as normal a position this is for him, his current condition is anything but. Eyes appear bleak and tired, his coat is halfway unzipped and hanging lopsided off one shoulder--

And that collar. That stupid thing he'd woken up with around his neck. The one thing that's more than likely causing him to feel a spike of pleasure every time he feels a spike of pain. Even when he burned the pages out of those empty notebooks, hm. The pleasure was still there. Is he being fooled with again? Left in this maze, expected to tunnel his way out? It's grown tighter since he awoke, but at the moment he's in no position to try and fix that. So, now with a half empty bottle in hand, a headache, and a weary smirk on his face, Axel can only wait.]

...Mmn. Man.

((ooc: I know it's a stretch, but he's somehow ok with it. So...a friend of mine and I came to the conclusion that my Axel muse, aside from being angry, is in heat. One thing led to another and now he's drunk and he's ripped apart a room. ...Please do something before he kills himself.))

[ Not this place again.

It's been awhile, that's for sure, but it's the kind of place that's unforgettable. Good or bad, he's filing it somewhere under uncertainty.

Instead of wandering this time, he's staying put in a room with the door wide open. Seated at the foot of the bed, ignoring the paintings and the way too soft sheets in favor of sliding a pocket knife out of his khaki pants and flicking it open. Don't mind him, he's picking at his nails, cleaning them of microscopic maybe even imaginary pieces of dirt. Then again, get too close and he might change his mind about what he's doing with it. It's not like he got a really good response last time; some people, he's decided, cannot be given the benefit of the doubt.

There's something thick in the air again, strong enough that he feels like summoning his keyblade just to have something to do. All nervous energy and humming nerves, he's biting into the inside of his cheek and focusing back on his hands. ]

[This time is different. Lacus can feel it in the still air, the silence. In the slim collar that encircles her throat. Still, her time here, in the past, held fond memories; a bit of cool metal against her neck and an apparent lack of company isn't enough to concern her. Different, after all, did not mean bad.]

[Not yet prepared to settle into one of the plush rooms and wait, she walks the corridors barefoot, her long white dress flowing around her. Surely, someone must be here.]


((OOC: Remember that slave-event with the collars that take commands? ^_^ The opposite party will instinctively know the commands: pain, pleasure, sleep... and feel free to add any other commands as you like, but the duration of a single command lasts only a few seconds to a few minutes. No other limits!))

[There's something very distinct and obvious about the room this time - it's filled with music, slow and pulsating and obviously, even to someone as sheltered as Rei, intended to be sensual. She's dressed in an absurdly tight and revealing dress that makes her want to run and hide in the closet, but instead, she finds herself rocking back and forth in time to the music as though compelled by some outside force. Closing her eyes, she begins with her shoulders, then her torso, and finally starts to rock her hips from side to side.

Who would like to dance with Rei?]

((technically for Axel, but if anyone else is in the mood for some sexy dancing, you're free to join!))