Erato

[Neku is on a bed, arms and legs tied together, a blindfold over his eyes. He's fast asleep, though he's starting to shift a little, as if whatever drugged him is wearing off. A muzzle is clamped over his mouth, preventing him from speaking or biting anyone who comes to rescue him. The collar on his neck is tight enough that he couldn't remove it, even with his thin fingers.]

[He shivers in his sleep, cold, because he's naked in here. His clothes are next to the bed, though he's obviously unaware of it now.]

[Be there when he wakes up?]

EVENT

Bienvenue! Bienvenue, bon soir mesdames et monsieurs!

This event's theme is:

Hello, Cupcake

( Joie de la vie~! )

[Ed is leaning against the nearest wall, covered in blood. He would be pressing a hand over his wounds, but his automail is missing completely, leaving only the port, and even that looks like it's taken a nasty beating.]

Fuck... Fuck... Dammit...!!!

Eh? A necklace?

AH HA! [You might hear subtle hints of things exploding in the background—small things! It's really more like popping. Nothing at all to concern yourself with!]

Now that the prototype is done, I'd like to—what was that phrasing again? Ah yes!—wish you all a Merry Christmas. My gifts for everyone should be making their way around.

((OOC: 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!))

That disgusting smell assaulting his nostrils is driving him crazy. But even more disturbing is the pitch-black darkness surrounding, embracing him.

Fretting, the blond tries summoning his fire magic, over and over again, not actually comforted by the familiar feeling of fire sprouting from his fingers. If he is able to summon fire, then why, why can't he see a thing?

The darkness is stirring something within him, and so is the overpowering, mind-numbing heat surrounding him. Wandering through the darkness, he stumbles across a soft, elevated surface. A bed? A couch? Who knows? Not actually giving a damn, he sits down on the unknown surface. The heat is suffocating him, fogging his mind; before he is aware of it, the prince finds himself fumbling in the darkness, trying to undo his bow and remove all those annoying layers of clothing.

Whilst undoing the buttons of his white shirt, his hand stumbles across a patch of exposed skin. Hesitantly, he lets his fingers run through his chest, savoring the feeling of his touch against his burning chest. So good. Touching more, he is too lost in sensations to pay attention to the little voice that is nagging him about how this is a very wrong place and very wrong situation to start touching himself.

Even so, the traveling hand does not halt. Closing his eyes, he lays his back against the soft fabric, as that hand, those soft fingers become those of a certain black haired boy. It's always like this, good. Not mind-blowing or electrifying, just good. Every time he fantasizes about the baseball kid, the prince can't help wondering what would it feel like to have the real thing. If only the hands roaming his body were truly those of that baseball nerd.

A stifled yet heated moan bearing the name of him whom the prince treasures above anyone else resonates through the darkness.

If only...
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{ooc: I'm bored and I have way too much free time on my hands, so please feel free to join~}

[You'll find him outside in a courtyard leaned up against a tree, arms crossed, one ankle over the other, and eyes -- much more vibrant and green than before -- lowered to slits as he stares at the reflection of the moon dancing on the edge of a small pond. Occasionally he nibbles on his lower lip to test just how sharp these little suckers really are.

No doubt. They're real.

With the tip of his tongue now running along the razor edge of one canine, Axel lets out a seductive chuckle, looks up -- those eyes practically piercing through the darkness like broken glass -- and scans the area for an...unsuspecting victim.

Axel will have you know that he always gets what he wants...and won't take no for an answer.]

...Hmhm. Come out, come out wherever you are.

[OOC: Vampire!Axel will go Edward Cullen on you be pretty forward and...charming if he spots you, girls and boys, so don't be shy. Come say hello, vampire or not.]

[ Maybe he should just be glad all that was different for him when he woke up this morning was that his uniform had disappeared and he had a slim leather collar locked around his neck. Judging from the noises he was hearing from in some rooms, or seeing scenarios in progress via open doors, the situation could have been worse. (Better? Perhaps. Though he would have been very particular.) He'd found a pair of nearly-too-tight jeans and a simple white t-shirt to explore in. There had been other choices, but those were for later; once he's gotten his bearings. It's not every day a hotel turns into a dungeon overnight. His glasses have gone missing, as well, leaving everything slightly blurry and farther off shapes indistinct.

He walks past a row of pegs in the wall; each peg has a different "toy" hanging off it. Blindfold, gag, crop, cane, feather, belt... two or three cords of rope. An involuntary shiver passes down his back as he looks it over. Murmurs. ] ... they certainly know what they're doing.