Erato

[Diva won't be happy about this. Conrad doesn't care. He remembers what it's like now, being what he was. He can't afford to lose that -- he won't.]

[That's why he's here, knocking patiently on the door despite the sense of urgency that's been building for days. Crossing this threshold may not be his salvation, but it's more than he's had in months.]

[How long has it been? Conrad can't remember. It must have been several days since he's last eaten, based on the hunger. It's rare that he allows it to become this intense; he can't recall why he allowed it this time. But no matter, he'll just be about finding a way to resolve it. And, fortunately, with his thirst so overwhelming he can smell blood keenly. Already he is moving, tracking the one who would become his savior or his prey. People were scarce here, and so that one strong, rhythmic pulse among the empty rooms stood out like a beacon.]

[With luck, it will be a willing donor. Otherwise it will be a true test of his will.]

[Finally he comes to a closed door. The last barrier between himself and what he needs. Hunger supersedes manners for the most part, and so he is opening the door uninvited even as he knocks.]


((OOC: Conrad Weller from Marina with memories! Feel free to be on the other side of the door -- he will try to coax at first, but he WILL get pushy if your character resists his charms, so please don't do that unless you want rough times.))

((ooc: Post inspired by this thread at Marina's Holi event.))

[Whoever said painting was fun definitely knew what they were getting into. The storage closest was a bit small, but Greed didn't care as he snagged a jar of green shimmering powder off the cart, advancing on Zelda with a glint in his eye. Somebody found the edible body paint, and they're planning to make full use of it before the night is over.]

EVENT

Bienvenue! Bienvenue, bon soir mesdames et monsieurs!

This event's theme is:

Hello, Cupcake

( Joie de la vie~! )

[There was something about blankets that Ling and Greed both hated. They were hot, sticky, and usually quite useless. So they'll be kicking them off the bed since they just so conveniently have something else snuggled up nearby to keep 'em warm. Hope no one minds!]

((OOC: Um. Let's call this "voice-testing" for Chevalier!Conrad rather than admit that I can't resist this mental image or Parsnip's enabling. Anyone tagging is agreeing to be potentially fed on. Tags will be slow, but I'll do my best. o7 ))

Diva?

[That's his first thought on waking, which in itself is strange, but the need was so intense that it sends him to his feet to pace the halls without another consideration. He's just barely out the door when weakness threatens to send him falling, but a half-stumble is all he allows himself. He must find her.]

[But there is something else. A tension that ripples through him, his throat tingling in anticipation. Sweat beads on his forehead as he takes a measured pace toward the communal bath. Washing his face might help rinse away the lingering effects of whatever dream he'd had... and perhaps find some drinking water to quench his thirst.]

[Conrad is leaning against a wall, gazing out one of the windows. He does not know this place. But even after several attempts he finds he can't actually leave the building. So, here he will stand until something changes.

He feels a strange sort of charge to the air here. He can't quite put his finger on it.]


(OOC: He looks very much like the Conrad you've seen around here before. He's actually decades younger, but little of that shows except he is missing the scar over his eye and his hair is longer. Also, I'm not doing the event, but I'm having the place have an effect on him. Touches will be more intense and gratifying. Feel free to have your character affected or not.)

[The mysterious collar is perfectly fitted, not physically uncomfortable in the least. It is the knowledge of its presence that is most intrusive, making Conrad reach up every few moments to finger it gently. It's cool on his fingertips but the side that touches his neck is skin-warm.]

[The degree of humiliation this will cause depends on who happens by.]


((OOC: This event was so made for him! Conrad from Marina in search of a cruel master to match his new collar.))